It may have been billed as a friendly 4 v 4 Social ‘Ground’ Hurling clash, but there was nothing friendly about the ferocious 40-minute dogfight that unfolded under the lights last night. When the dust finally settled, the bibs brigade of Martin Hogan, Eamon Moylan, Conor Hayes and John Phelan had edged their non-bibs rivals by the narrowest imaginable margin — 10-9 — in a contest dripping with drama.
Standing in their way were Jamie Kennedy, Mick Hutchinson, Conor O’Donovan and Martin Gleeson, a quartet who refused to lie down in a game where the lead swapped hands more often than a hot sliotar.
Yet, for all the twists and turns, the bibs always had their noses in front when it mattered. They led at every checkpoint: 2-1 at the first quarter, 5-3 at half-time, 7-6 entering the final stretch and ultimately 10-9 at the long whistle. Scoreboard control, if not total comfort.
MOYLAN MASTERCLASS
The undisputed star of the show? Step forward Eamon Moylan.
Five goals. Left side. Right side. From play. From the spot. The full repertoire on display. Clinical, composed and utterly ruthless, Moylan delivered a performance that would have pundits at the Nenagh Guardian scrambling for superlatives. Player of the Week shortlist? On this evidence, it would be a brave panel that leaves him out.
Conor Hayes weighed in with a sharp three-goal haul of his own, while Martin Hogan and John Phelan chipped in with one apiece to keep the scoreboard ticking.
NON-BIBS BITE BACK
To their credit, the non-bibs refused to fade. Jamie Kennedy led the charge with four well-taken goals, driving at the heart of the defence all evening. Mick Hutchinson added three, with Conor O’Donovan and Martin Gleeson grabbing one each in a collective effort that pushed the winners to the absolute brink.
MOMENTS THAT MATTERED
Goal of the Night? Mick Hutchinson. A vicious, swerving missile from distance that left goalkeeper John Phelan rooted, the sliotar bending wickedly before nestling in the net. Pure audacity.
Save of the Night? Martin Hogan. Early doors, Kennedy hammered a penalty destined for the corner — but Hogan flung himself low to his left to claw it out. A statement stop. A tone-setter. A warning that this was no casual kickabout.
In a contest where momentum swung wildly, that save proved pivotal.
When the final whistle blew, it was the bibs who stood tallest — just. A single goal separated the sides, but over four quarters the winners had shown the marginal edge in composure and conversion.
If this is what “social” hurling looks like, roll on next Wednesday at 8pm.