Posted by Mairead Duffy
Saturday 13 September 1947
The year was ’47, our wireless on a mat, laid beneath the kitchen window, around it we all sat. Eight of us and Dad and Mum, with neighbours — chock-a-block. Listening to the gallant game from the Polo Grounds in New York. Our hearts, they beat for Kerry, but Cavan won with dare, I can almost hear the wild applause and beloved Micheal O Hehir.
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