first_imgThis poem was written by Joe Crossan, a teaching colleague of Donegal star Rory Kavanagh at Scoil Cholmcille in Letterkenny.Joe met Rory for lunch and during the conversation, he was struck by an idea for a poem about the Donegal team.He pictured the playing field as a battle ground and he wanted to capture the feelings of the dressing room before going out, the intense focus of the manager and the players, the sounds of battle on the pitch, continuing to fight to the final whistle and then that feeling when that whistle goes and you realise your dreams have come true. Joe and Rory are good friends and he has heard about the team’s training and has seen at first hand, Rory’s dedication to the team, the sacrifices he has made, the dietary adjustments etc.This led him to pen this poem for his friend and it’s intended to serve as a tribute to him and the team and maybe it will inspire other young people out there to work hard and dreams can come true.All from a kick of a ball I look around the room and see the heads bowed,They feel the same as meWe’ve just taken a beating and it doesn’t feel goodThis must be the worst it’s going to be?We leave that room and head for homeFriends and families await I don’t know if I can face themBut you can’t escape your fateChange was needed and needed fastEveryone agreed The papers were full of talkDidn’t care if they made us bleedA new year began with much promiseTrying to get stronger, fitter, fasterRunning until our lungs would burstAiming for success instead of disasterLong nights spent on the pitchStomachs emptied at the sideArms and legs sore from weightsWeariness and exhaustion insideBut a seed of hope has been sownAnd the heads are no longer bowedWe are as one nowStanding tall and proudNow we sit and wait in that roomOur enemy awaitsThe crowd bay and cheer with excitementI concentrate with my team matesThe manager is focussedHis plans for us already laid bareAll he wants of usIs to leave it all out thereWe leave together when toldOn the pitch we huddle like circled wagonsThen the ref blows the whistleAnd we breathe fire like dragonsTackles come thick and fastLots taken, more givenWe’re bruised and batteredBut mistakes are not forgivenI gaze upwards for a momentAs my eyes settle upon our prizeThen my focus quickly returnsAs I note my opponent’s sizeThe seconds tick awayOur opponents look tenseThe ref looks at his watchHe’ll blow it now if he has any senseFinally he puts it to his lipsFor a second no-one movesThen we erupt with joy and charge aroundAs if we all had hoovesOur opponents sink to the groundTheir heads go down and some tears flowWe shake their hands and pat their backsAnd generosity we show.We march up to the summitWhere the precious trophy waitsOur captain holds it highI know this happiness will not abateOur manager smiles from ear to earHis face unbridled joyMy head is filled with emotionThings I’d dreamed of as a boyThe fans have been fantasticFlags and banners wave to and froThe smiles on everyone’s facesThey’ve really enjoyed our showWe land back in our home countyCrowds all line the streetSpeeches are made by allThank God it wasn’t a defeatWe’re all so touched by the supportHow can we thank you all?Who’d have thought this could happenAll from a kick of a ball!ODE TO RORY AND DONEGAL – FROM A FRIEND was last modified: September 2nd, 2012 by StephenShare this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Tags:donegalJoe CrossanpoemRory Kavanaghlast_img read more