Senior

Junior-A

The junior-A team have their pre-match huddle
Our Junior-A hurlers bowed out of the North Championship following a thrilling 2-25 to 4-20 defeat to Roscrea in Friday evening’s semi-final in Toomevara.
It was an outstanding game of hurling with Aodhan O’Connor and Conor McCarthy raising the green flags for Nenagh.
The result brings the curtain down on our junior-A campaign for 2026 and we thank the management team of Alan Kelly, David Hackett, Michael McNamara and Eddie Tucker and panel of players for their commitment and hard work throughout the year.
2026 Junior-A Panel: Michael Ahearne, Adam Boland, Conor Bonar, Cian Connolly, Conor Doyle, Gavin Dooley, Mark Flannery, Seanie Geaney, Eoin Garrigan, Adam Gratton, Stevie Hallinan, Liam Heffernan, Conor Hodgins, Gary Howard, Zac Keller, Michael Kennedy, Tom Kennedy, Brendan Long, Niall Madden, Conor McCarthy, Michael McCloone, Niall McKeogh, Fionn McLoughlin, Billy Moran, Dan O’Donovan, Aodhan O’Connor, Ethan O’Brien, Mark O’Farrell, Cian O’Farrell, Sean Phelan, Conor Robinson, Michael Ryan, Jack Sheedy, Fiachra Starr, Aodhan Tucker, Mark Tuite.
Junior-C

Our junior-C hurlers prior to the game against Ballina

Referee Abbey Finn, who had an outstanding game, took charge of the junior-C match against Ballina
Lotto
This weeks lotto jackpot was not won. The 3 X €50 lucky dip winners were:
Michael O Brien, Upperchurch
Maeve Flynn, Thomond Place
Ann & Aiden Healy, Belmont
Next weeks lotto jackpot is €2,400 and the draw will take place on Tuesday 4th Aug.
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ASTROMANIA I: GLEESON GOES FULL HULK! KENNEDY & RYAN LEFT COUNTING THE LIGHTS IN ASTRO APOCALYPSE!

The warriors at Astromania 1
“GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY… He is Broken in Half!” screamed the imaginary commentary team as four of Social Ground Hurling’s biggest superstars marched onto the Astro for a clash that had been billed for weeks as THE GREATEST MAIN EVENT IN ASTRO HISTORY!
Forget Croke Park. Forget Semple Stadium. Last Wednesdays battlefield was the Astro, where reputations would be made, legends would be born and egos would be shattered into a thousand tiny sliotars!
In the NON-BIBS CORNER, weighing in at a combined “don’t ask”, stood Jamie “The Human Wall” Kennedy and Ger “The Goal Sniper” Ryan—two men promising pain, punishment and plenty of scores.
Across the halfway line, wearing the bibs with the swagger of reigning champions, were Martin “The Goal Machine” Gleeson and his silent but deadly tag-team partner Conor “The Executioner” O’Donovan. The bookmakers made them favourites. The crowd expected fireworks. Nobody expected the massacre that followed.
Before fists… sorry… hurleys started flying, the quartet survived a brutal warm-up worthy of a WWF Royal Rumble. Three punishing five-minute drills pushed lungs, legs and pride to breaking point. End-to-end striking. Wall drills. Relentless running. There were rumours one player briefly considered retirement before the main event had even begun.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounded and it was Ger “The Sniper” Ryan who landed the first knockout blow, rifling home an early goal that sent the non-bibs supporters into absolute bedlam.
“WE’VE GOT NEW CHAMPIONS!” shouted nobody sensible.
Because what happened next can only be described as a sporting version of Hulk Hogan Hulking Up.
Martin Gleeson suddenly transformed from mild-mannered hurler into an unstoppable goal-scoring wrecking ball. Goal. Goal. Goal. Another goal. The Astro net was taking such a pounding it briefly considered handing in its notice.
Kennedy and Ryan threw everything at the bibs, but every attack was met with another devastating Gleeson finish. Conor O’Donovan quietly did all the dirty work, setting traps, winning possession and delivering the sort of support every championship-winning tag-team dreams of.
At half-time the scoreboard flashed like the giant screen at WrestleMania:
BIBS 5… NON-BIBS 3!
Could the non-bibs produce the greatest comeback since The Ultimate Warrior pinned Hulk Hogan?
Could Jamie Kennedy summon one last miracle?
Could Ger Ryan find another moment of magic?
No.
Not even close.
With the setting sun blazing directly into the eyes of the non-bibs—an interference so suspicious it would have had the referee checking for hidden managers—the second half became a one-sided demolition.
Martin Gleeson smelled blood… and then absolutely feasted.
He hammered home goal after goal with the cold efficiency of a man who had somewhere else to be by 8 o’clock. Every finish was greeted by imaginary pyrotechnics, deafening cheers and one increasingly desperate Jamie Kennedy diving around his goalmouth like a goalkeeper possessed.
To be fair to Kennedy, he produced an astonishing collection of penalty saves that prevented the scoreline from entering “call-the-authorities” territory. Without his heroics between the posts, witnesses believe double figures were not only possible—they were inevitable.
When the final whistle mercifully arrived, there was only one winner.
FINAL SCORE
BIBS 9
NON-BIBS 3
Martin “The Goal Machine” Gleeson walked away clutching the unofficial AstroMania Championship Belt after an outrageous haul of SIX GOALS, confirming beyond any doubt that he is currently the most feared finisher in Social Ground Hurling.
Ger Ryan refused to surrender, battling until the bitter end to notch all three goals for the non-bibs in a display of sheer determination.
Conor O’Donovan once again proved that every great superstar needs the perfect tag-team partner, quietly pulling strings while Gleeson grabbed the headlines.
And Jamie Kennedy? He may have left without the victory, but “The Human Wall” earned standing ovations for his incredible penalty saves, somehow surviving an aerial bombardment that would have sunk lesser men.
Just when exhausted spectators thought the night’s entertainment was over, the trio of Kennedy, Ryan and O’Donovan entered the dreaded ‘Two Touches Challenge’—a contest so demanding it makes climbing Hell in a Cell look like a stroll in the park.
For three gruelling minutes apiece, each warrior stepped into the middle, desperately attempting to tame the sliotar with one touch before launching it onwards with the next. There were moments of brilliance, moments of panic and at least one touch that may still be orbiting somewhere over North Tipperary.
As darkness fell over the Astro, battered bodies limped home, the imaginary commentary team packed away their microphones and the crowd left knowing they had witnessed something special.
JR: “By Gawd… somebody stop Martin Gleeson!”
Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler: “Stop him? JR… at this stage you’d need the entire county panel!”
One thing is certain…
ASTROMANIA II CAN’T COME SOON ENOUGH!










