Poetry in (e)motion for the Yeats County!

It was amazing.    We stood, almost completely awestruck by Sligo’s wonderful audacity, and we neutrals celebrated this unfolding history, inhaled the epic moment.    Before our eyes, the ink dripped on to the newly-penned pages of further GAA history.    It started relatively mundanely. Sligo opened with two early points, as underdogs often do. Galway responded with a flurry of scores, as footballing thoroughbreds generally do.    The men in maroon, with their galaxy of attacking stars, were taking scores with the aplomb of a check-out girl recording prices. Business as usual.    Sligo were nervous in defence and insisting on taking unnecessary detours in attack. It did not look promising.    But two Sligo points settled the would-be giantkillers. Buoyed, the Sligo supporters began to chant and urge their team on. Within minutes, there came a moment of magic, the goal of every boy’s childhood fantasties.    Thousands held their breadth as the imperious Eamonn O’Hara raced goalward. He had received the ball from David Kelly in a sweeping, defence-splitting move. Could he keep his balance and composure? Would he be fouled? His fierce shot on the run settled the debate. It was a wonder goal. The Sligo fans in the stands stood to acclaim it.    Now Galway knew the pre-match script might be subject to a re-write.    It was beautifully poised at half-time (Sligo were one point up) but most people still favoured the experienced Galway men.    Then as the second half unfolded a remarkable pattern became apparent