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A picture paints a thousand words... Finally learning to treasure a golden moment in time


The bus broke down in Sooey, of all places, a stretch of country road about ten miles south of Sligo town. It was the last day of 1978, Sunday, December 31: a bitterly cold evening and black as ink outside.

But as luck would have it, there was an oasis in the distance, a pub by the name of Flanagan's just a few hundred yards further on. We all piled in, the Abbey Rovers football team, management and supporters. Earlier that day we stood cheering on the sideline of a pitch that had turned rock hard in the freeze. It was the home ground of Collegians FC on the Strandhill Road and Abbey were playing Sligo Rovers Reserves in the fourth round of the FAI Junior Cup. It was the proverbial David and Goliath job. David won 2-0 and we were jubilant.

Which was why nobody was too bothered about the bus. It became an opportunity to celebrate a momentous victory in this unsuspecting tavern on the side of the road. By the time we got home that night it was the wee small hours of New Year's Day.