Most of my childhood was spent on the sidelines of a football pitch. A group of men in green and red jerseys, carrying the hopes of an entire town on their backs. Sometimes they won. Sometimes they lost. Legends made or hearts broken, all in sixty minutes or so. That’s sport, I guess. That’s life, too. Today was not Clonakilty’s day. We were gut wrenchingly close - just a point, in the end - and I feel so disappointed for my dad, and every player on that team who played with so much heart and determination and hunger to take that cup home to West Cork. Sometimes you just need a little luck and it wasn’t ours today. But I will always be proud to wear the green and red jersey. I will always be indescribably proud to be Haulie O’Neill’s daughter. Clonakilty Abú 💚❤️