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- Herausgeber: The O'Brien Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Serie: Great Irish Sports Stars
- Sprache: Englisch
Before Jason Sherlock was an icon of Hill 16, he was a prodigy in basketball, soccer and even hurling. Follow Jason's journey from an estate in Finglas to the top of the Irish sporting world and how he became an Dublin GAA icon as the Boys in Blue won the All-Ireland football final in 1995. It wasn't always easy, as Jason had to cope with racist abuse from an early age. After his inspiring playing career, Jason would go on to become a trusted assistant for Jim Gavin during Dublin's five-in-a-row run. Discover how a boy from the Dublin northside found strength in his difference to become a gaelic football great.
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Contents
Chapter 1
Welcome to Finglas
It was a Saturday afternoon in 1983. A seven-year-old boy named Jason Sherlock stood outside the front door of his house in Finglas in Dublin. He looked around his estate. Birds were singing. The sun was shining. Boys and girls were outside playing football.
Life is just brilliant, he thought.
‘Mam, hurry! I don’t want to be late for the match!’ Jason shouted back into the house.
They had plenty of time, but Jason didn’t want to be a second late.
‘One second,’ his mam Alice shouted back.
Jason had black hair, which he combed forward. He was wearing a sky-blue football kit. If you were new to the area, you might have thought Jason was wearing the kit of the Dublin Gaelic football team. In fact, Jason was wearing the kit of Rivermount Boys FC, his local football club.
Jason and the Rivermount Boys had a huge match this afternoon against one of the other big schoolboy clubs in Finglas. His mam was going to walk him to the pitch.
‘All ready,’ his mam said, as she put her coat on. ‘Shall we?’
Jason’s mam extended her hand out and Jason reached out and grabbed it. Together they walked through their estate to the nearby football pitch at Tolka Valley Park. Jason loved his mam. He felt so lucky to have the best mam in the world.
They lived in a semi-detached house in an estate called Carrigallen Park. Jason lived with his mam Alice, his nan, Kathleen, his Uncle Eddie and his Uncle Brian. Jason didn’t have any siblings, but he didn’t mind, because Carrigallen Park was full of kids his age. One side of his house were the Geraghtys: they had five kids. On the other side were the Cahills. They had five kids as well. He was never stuck for someone to play football with in Carrigallen Park.
‘Will you score me a goal today, Jason?’ she said.
‘Absolutely,’ he replied.
As Jason and his mam walked to the football pitch, Jason’s best mate from the estate, Pato, sprinted over from the green with a football in his hand.
‘Jason! Jason!’ he shouted. ‘Would you have time for a quick game of Wembley?’ Pato said.
‘No, sorry, Pato, we have a big match at 3pm today,’ Jason said.
‘No worries,’ Pato said.
‘After the match, though, Pato,’ Jason’s mam said.
‘Sure thing, Mrs Sherlock. Good luck in the match, Jay,’ Pato said.
‘Thanks!’ Jason shouted.
Sport was Jason’s favourite thing in the whole world. Through sport, Jason made amazing friends. He would play literally anything. He’d recently tried tennis out and absolutely loved it. Give him a golf club and he’d be hitting wedges like he was playing in the Irish Open.
He played up front for the Rivermount Boys. Their youngest team was under-11s so Jason’s teammates were all bigger and older than him. He didn’t mind.
He and his mam arrived at the pitch. The Rivermount lads were at one end, taking shots on goal.
‘Wish me luck, Mam.’
‘You can do it, Jason.’
His mam believed in him, and that gave him so much confidence. He wanted to make her so proud of him. He sprinted at full speed to join the lads.
‘Great to see you, Jason,’ said his coach Joe. ‘Loosen up a bit before we kick off. We’ve got a big game today!’
‘Sure thing, Joe!’ Jason said. Joe was a really inspiring coach. Jason didn’t want to let him down.
Even though Jason was the smallest kid on the pitch, he was still one of Rivermount’s most dangerous players. He was lightning quick.
In the second half, Jason even scored that goal for his mam.
All of his teammates surrounded him after the goal to congratulate him.
‘Good man Jason!’ Coach Joe shouted from the sidelines. Jason could see his mam clapping excitedly on the sideline. She looked delighted. He gave her a thumbs up. The match finished a draw.
‘You played brilliantly, Jason, well done,’ his mam said afterwards.
‘Thanks Mam,’ he said.
Jason was quiet on the walk back home to Carrigallen Park. While he was delighted to score, he was thinking about something. After the match, Jason noticed the fathers of many of his teammates on the sidelines congratulating their children. Jason’s mam, meanwhile, was there on her own. Jason’s mam and dad weren’t in a relationship, and he rarely saw his dad. This just got Jason thinking.
‘Something on your mind, Jason?’ she said.
‘Mam, I have a question for you,’ Jason said. ‘Am I different from the other lads?’
‘What do you mean? Of course not. Wherever did you get that idea?’
It had been on his mind recently. Unlike a lot of the kids he knew, Jason didn’t have any brothers or sisters. He didn’t mind that so much because his family loved him so much. Also, Jason’s dad was Chinese and from Hong Kong, so Jason looked a little bit different to the other kids in the estate.
‘I was just wondering,’ Jason said. ‘Our family seems different to some of the others in the estate.’
‘Ah no, Jason. We’re all the same. We’re all human beings, no one is different, no matter where you come from or how you look.’
‘Thanks mam,’ Jason said. This made him feel much better.
‘You’re just an ordinary boy from Finglas,’ she said. ‘Actually no, you’re not just an ordinary boy. You’re an extraordinary boy from Finglas!’
Jason was delighted now. His mam made him feel like he could achieve anything.
Chapter 2
On the Handlebars with Uncle Brian
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in September. Jason was outside his house in Finglas, soloing a football. He was seven now.
‘Ten, eleven, twelve and thirteen…’ Jason said. He was practising every day and getting better at keeping the ball off the ground.
Uncle Brian came out of the house. He was wearing the kit of Kinvara Boys, one of the big local football clubs. He held a plastic bag from Dunnes with a pair of football boots inside.
‘It’s a grand day to play football!’ he said. ‘Will we head soon?’
‘Ready when you are,’ Jason said. He loved going to his uncle’s football games.
‘Lovely, I’ll grab the rothar.’
Uncle Brian and Uncle Eddie were both in their thirties. Neither of them were married or had any kids. Which meant they had loads of time for Jason. They’d join in for kickarounds with Jason and watch Match of Day and The Sunday Game with him. His uncles were big Dublin GAA supporters and they’d taken Jason all around the country to support the Dublin Gaelic football team.
As Jason was waiting, his nan walked out the front door.
‘Come here to me before you go, Jason,’ his nan said. ‘I have something for you.’
She had a twinkle in her eye. Jason’s nan had been to the shops that afternoon. She often brought him home a treat.
‘Here’s a little something for you for being the best grandson,’ she said, reaching deep into her handbag. She pulled a packet of Maltesers out.
‘Thanks, Nanny!’ he said. He opened the packet, tasted one and then put the rest in his jacket pocket for later.
‘Now give me a hug,’ she said. Jason didn’t hesitate. She was a great nan, one of the world’s best nans.
Jason’s nan was born in Laois and moved to Dublin when she was young. Jason’s mam and her brothers grew up not far away from Carrigallen Park, in a place called Phibsboro. They’d all moved to Carrigallen Park together before Jason was born.
Uncle Brian emerged from the back of the house with his racing bike.
‘Let’s go so, Jay. Kickoff is in a half hour.’
Jason climbed on top of the handlebars. Uncle Brian cycled to all of his matches. Jason was his biggest fan and he travelled with him to all of his matches atop the handlebars of his bike.
Just as they were about to leave, Jason’s mam came out the front door.
‘Jason, you’ll behave yourself during the match, won’t you? Don’t go running off anywhere,’ she said.
‘Don’t worry, Mam,’ she said. ‘I just want to watch a game of football.’
‘All right so,’ she said and waved them off. Jason’s mam was always a little bit worried about him. He loved that about her.
Today Kinvara Boys had a match at Albert College Park in Ballymun. It was a fifteen minute bike ride from Carrigallen Park. Riding with Uncle Brian was one of the greatest feelings in the world. It was such a brilliant buzz to have the wind blowing in his face as his uncle raced the bike along. They’d fly past people waiting for the bus or minding the front garden. It made Jason feel like a superhero.
‘All right Jason, ready for the quiz?’ Uncle Brian said.
‘Yes!’ Jason said. Uncle Brian would always ask Jason questions about football when they cycled.
‘What’s a nutmeg?’ he said.
‘When you kick the ball through a player’s legs,’ Jason said.
‘A1,’ Uncle Brian said. ‘What’s a bicycle kick?’
‘When you jump up and meet a cross with an overhead kick and land on your back.’
‘Good man. Now what’s a rabona?’
‘A rabona is when you take your kicking foot and put it behind your bad leg to kick the ball.’
‘You aced the test!’ Uncle Brian said.
Jason was delighted. He was becoming a football expert. He really loved the outrageous bits of skill that some players could do.
Cycling down the road, chatting about football to his uncle: Jason was in seventh heaven. He couldn’t think of anything better in the whole world than watching a game of football on a Saturday afternoon in Dublin. He’d gained his passion for sport from his uncles. They loved football, they loved Dublin GAA, they loved all sport, really.
As they reached the park, they cycled past a sign that read ‘Na Fianna GAA club wishes Dublin the best of luck in the 1983 All-Ireland’. Dublin were playing Galway in the All-Ireland final in two weeks time. It was Jason’s secret hope that his uncles would get him tickets for the game so they could all support Dublin. But Jason knew it was impossible.
‘Still on the look out for those tickets for the All-Ireland,’ Uncle Brian said. ‘They’re like gold dust.’
‘I understand,’ Jason said, trying not to sound disappointed.
‘I’ll score a goal for you, Jason,’ Uncle Brian said, when they arrived at the pitch.
‘Good luck!’ Jason shouted. Uncle Brian played as a centre back so Jason knew this was extremely unlikely.
Jason found a spot on the sideline and sat down to watch the game. He reached into his pocket, and remembered the packet of Maltesers that his nan gave him. She really was the best nan in the world!
The match was entertaining. It might not have been Manchester United versus Liverpool at Old Trafford in terms of quality, but the players took it just as seriously. There were old lads and young lads playing in the match and the thing they had in common was their love of football. Jason could see how happy the men were when playing the game. Although, when they were angry, they weren’t shy about letting their teammates or the referee know about it!
The whole park was full of people playing different sports. Sport seemed to make the whole world go around. Jason loved that.
The match finished nil-all and the two teams shook hands at the full-time whistle.
‘I owe you a goal,’ Uncle Brian said, slightly disappointed.
‘Maybe next week!’ Jason said.
‘I’ll get you a choc ice to make up for it,’ Uncle Brian said.
‘Thanks!’ Jason said. A choc ice and a pack of Maltesers in the same afternoon: it was working out to be a good day!
Chapter 3
The 1983 All-Ireland Final
Carrigallen Park was full of anticipation. The blue and navy bunting was out. Dublin flags hung from lampposts and car antennas. The Boys in Blue would play in the All-Ireland football final in just two days. That Sunday, Dublin would take on Galway for the right to lift Sam Maguire.
Just before dinner, Uncle Eddie rushed into the house full of excitement.
‘Guess what, Jason?’ he said, ‘I’ve got some great news.’
‘What is it?’ Jason asked.
‘I’ve got tickets for the All-Ireland on Sunday.’
Uncle Eddie and Jason jumped up and down like they’d scored a goal for Dublin.
‘There’s one catch,’ Eddie said. ‘They’re Hill 16 tickets. It’s going to be cramped, and you might not have a great view of the match, but it’ll be an amazing day.’
Hill 16 was where all of the serious Dublin supporters went during Dublin games. Jason considered himself a serious Dublin supporter. But there were no seats, and Jason was just a small lad.
‘I don’t care,’ Jason said. ‘I just want to be at Croke Park on Sunday.’
‘But how will Jason see the game?’ Jason’s mam said. ‘There’s no seats in Hill 16. Everyone has to stand to see the game.’
Jason’s mam had a good point.
‘Don’t worry. I have a solution,’ Uncle Eddie said. ‘Shouldervision! You can go on my shoulders, it’ll be grand,’ he said, lifting Jason up over his head.
‘Brilliant,’ Jason said.
‘How far can you see?’ Uncle Eddie said.
‘An awful long way!‘ Jason said.
Jason’s mam didn’t seem convinced.
‘Will you be able to hold him up there for two hours?’ she said.
‘A strapping young man like me, of course!’ he said.
She didn’t seem certain, but she could see how badly Jason wanted to go.
‘You might need a pair of binoculars as well!’ she said.
Jason was so happy. There was a special feeling about this All-Ireland because Kerry weren’t involved. Kerry had played in the last five All-Irelands and people were happy to see some different teams in the final. It had been six years since Dublin had won an All-Ireland and GAA fans in the capital were desperate to keep Sam Maguire at home.
Jason loved the Dublin football team. They were managed by the great Kevin Heffernan. The Dublin fans all called him ‘Heffo’. The Dublin supporters called themselves Heffo’s Army.
Jason and his uncles had been part of Heffo’s Army a few times that season. Eddie had brought Jason to the All-Ireland semifinal against Cork. That day they had amazing seats in the Hogan Stand, just a few rows back from the sideline. It was an incredible place to see a match from. Jason could hear all the noise echoing around the stadium. He could see Heffo studying the match from the sideline and all the intricate movements from the players and off-the-ball incidents that you’d never see on TV. It was about as close to the game you could get without being selected to play in it.
The match had finished a draw and Dublin had to travel to Cork for the replay. Thankfully, they’d won that and now they were just seventy minutes from glory.
Jason idolised all the players in the Dublin team: the likes of Barney Rock and Kieran Duff and Brian Mullins. They were Jason’s heroes. They’d grown up not far from him and were wearing the blue jersey in Croke Park. Even though Jason didn’t play much Gaelic football, he loved the Dublin kit. He loved the bright blue Dublin jersey and the navy blue shorts. He loved the crest on the shirt, with the three castles burning.
On All-Ireland final day, Jason and Uncle Eddie had a big feed before setting off for Croke Park. Thankfully, the stadium was only a few kilometres from their house. As they got closer to Croke Park, the streets filled with people. Along the Royal Canal, and on the Clonliffe Road, it was thronged with GAA supporters.
Ladies with Dublin accents called out, ‘Hats, scarves, headbands! Get your hats, scarves and headbands!’
It was so noisy. The guards were there, directing pedestrian traffic.
‘Hold my hand, son,’ Uncle Eddie said.
Jason held on tight. He didn’t want to lose his uncle and miss the match!
This was unlike any other sporting event he’d ever been to. There was a feeling of electricity in the air. Sam Maguire was at stake. There were loads of fans from Galway there, wearing maroon and white. They wanted their county to win as badly as the Dublin fans wanted the Boys in Blue to win. Jason couldn’t even imagine what it would be like if Dublin lost today. He’d be sick!
Finally, Jason and Uncle Eddie reached the Hill 16 Entrance to Croke Park on Jones’s Road.
Uncle Eddie reached into his pocket.
‘Here you go, Jason. The golden ticket!’
Jason took a look at the ticket. It read ‘1983 All-Ireland football final: Dublin v Galway. Hill 16 Entrance’.
They joined the queue for Hill 16, or the Hill, as all the Dublin fans referred to it. The Hill was a sacred place for Dublin GAA supporters. It was a standing-only terrace similar to what you’d find in soccer stadiums. And the Dublin supporters sang like they were at a soccer game. Their favourite songs were ‘Molly Malone’ and ‘Dublin in the Rare Auld Times’.
A lot of GAA fans from down the country hated the Hill, but the Dublin supporters made it their home.
Eventually they reached the entrance of the stadium. A steward checked Jason’s ticket and let him in. It was such an amazing feeling to be inside the stadium. All of Ireland would be watching the match. Irish people all around the world would be watching or listening to the radio commentary. Only 70,000 people, including the Taoiseach, were lucky enough to get a ticket into the stadium. Jason was one of those lucky people.
Uncle Eddie found a place in the stand. They were packed in like sardines. Jason couldn’t see far past the other much-taller supporters.
‘Jump up on my shoulders, Jason,’ Uncle Eddie said.
His uncle lifted him up and put him right on his shoulders. Jason could see all of the beautiful Croke Park pitch now! Uncle Eddie wasn’t the tallest man in the world, but Jason could see everything he needed.
