Big Day In Croke Park
By Jimmy Purdy

 

My big day in Croke Park was something I often dreamt of while at school in Ringsend Boys National Primary.

The opportunity arose when Mr Kavanagh, a new teacher at the school, introduced hurling, football and athletics. So when he asked for names to take part in the school sports, I was one of the first to do so.

Soon, he held trials for the different distances and we were sorted into what he considered we were best at. I was selected for the 4 x 100 relay.

A great interest developed in the school and best of all, we would get little breaks in the play-yard practising our running and baton-changing.

Mr Kavanagh decided we would need practice running on grass, so twice a week we went to
Ringsend Park to be put through our paces. During one of these run-outs the elastic in my shorts snapped and I had to run with one hand holding up my shorts and the other holding the baton.

It created a bit of a laugh to those looking on but Mr Kavanagh told me if it happened in
Croke Park I was to leave them fall off and run like Billy! That caused a bigger laugh.

I was looking forward to this day in Croker a lot and the excitement increased when the new vest and shorts were given to us for the big day.

All the big schools were entered, schools legendary for winning at these sports: Joey’s from
Fairview, Artane, Crumlin, Synge Street, the ROW, and our great rivals and neighbours Star of the Sea. So keen was I to do well, I often trained on my own.

On the morning of the day I woke up all excited but it was raining very heavily and I was determined to run my very best. As my father was already at work, my mother wished me well and saw me off.

We assembled at our school for the bus to take us to
Croke Park. The rain was still tumbling down but it was decided to go ahead with the sports.

As the various events were run off, the stronger schools were winning most races. I watched their supporters cheering and celebrating their victories. How I wished our school had even a silver or bronze medal to celebrate. We did not get as much as a finalist.

Just then the public address was calling for the relay teams to come on to the running track. As I stepped on to the hallowed place I looked at the mostly empty stands and thought what it must be like on an All Ireland Final Day.

The relays were all finals and after the Under 14 the Under 12s were called. I was running from the second change-over and as I was placed in position by the steward, I was sure I would run well.

The green flag was raised and the starter got the race underway. It was still raining and the grass was slippery but our number 1 was running strong and in second position. Just as they came to the change-over someone slipped and caused a pile-up. When they sorted themselves my team-mate came up to me and roared ‘Go! Go!’ and off I went in 2nd place and we held it to the finish.

As I celebrated with my team-mates with our second place, I was thinking of the silver medal to go with it when an announcement was made that we had been disqualified because we had no baton at the finish.

Our number 1 had not passed on the baton to me when they slipped and caused a pile-up. So ended my dream of winning a primary school medal for athletics!

 

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