16 years old in 1997 and what a summer we had. Memories of watching the Offaly panel training in Edenderry in the early stages and looking at Tommy Lyons in genuine fear due to the way he was torturing the lads during training.
Travelling to the home league matches and watching Peter Brady and Co destroying Division 4 defences with an open and direct style of football.
Heading to Navan for the league quarter final and looking on in desperation as Kildare just pipped Offaly at the post in an exciting match that was there to be won. Looking on in admiration as certain players were visibly upset at such a loss. Knew then that Offaly football was going places and quietly looked forward to the championship.
Travelling to Tullamore and watching Offaly systematically tear Longford to shreds, scoring 5 goals in the process despite the heroics of the flame haired corner forward, Dessie Barry.
Another home game followed against Westmeath and we under-performed bigtime. Brady missing a handy 21 yard free. Wide after wide been accumulated against a mediocre Westmeath that should have held on for the win until Offaly’s farmer from Doon, the great Vinny Claffey tore through the Westmeath ranks to pop over the equaliser. I can remember nearly leaping the old wire fence at the front of the old stand in excitement along with two friends of mine.
Heading over to Cusack Park knowing full well that we couldn’t perform as bad. Sitting back in contentment as Offaly raced into an unassailable lead. Watching Roy Malone run the Westmeath defence ragged. Looking at McManus with the jersey half ripped off him and still playing on. Listening to two oul Westmeath lads as one said to the other “if they get this free, I am going” and then watching as they trudged down the steps of the terrace in disappointment as Offaly converted another chance.
Journeying up to Croker to watch the quarter final against Wicklow. Looking on as Kevin O’Brien gave Larry Carroll a bit of hassle but we still came out the right side of the result playing good open football.
Staying for the Meath v Dublin game and observe Paul Bealin missing a late penalty as he smacked it off the crossbar of the goals at the canal end. Listen intently to an oul Dub supporter on the way out who told me “dat Awffaly soide are the ones that will win the Leinster, I’m tellin ye”
Making the pilgrimage to a packed Pairc Tailteann for the semi versus Louth and in a dour enough game watching Finbar Cullen giving a man of the match performance to seal the victory. Semi finals are all about winning and now we had a Leinster Final to look forward to.
The day of the Leinster final I can remember going down to the local hostelry to cheer the team bus off as they were picking up Paul O’Kelly, Finbar Cullen, Peter Brady and Kevin Guing from there. The crowds were unbelievable. It was a hot sunny day and it was like heaven on earth. I watch as Paul O’Kelly came in, sat down and ordered his dinner, and ate it quietly as he waited for the bus. He appeared to be the coolest man in the county taking it all in his stride as the madness permeated all around him. The bus pulls up and the place goes mental and the boys hop on to raucous cheers. I remember seeing McManus with his head in his hands, not quite believing the reception and then the send off that himself and his team-mates were getting. I heard afterwards that it was said on the bus that there was no way we could come a back a beaten side after that send off.
Travelling up to Croke Park the tension was palpable. Listening to the various theories bouncing around the car about how we were going to do,who would mark who etc.
Sitting in the lower Cusack before the game and just absorbing the atmosphere. It seemed the whole of Offaly was up in Croker that day. Looking on as Sean Boylan had an intense discussion with Martin O’Connell trying to convince him that he was fit to start. He wasn’t and O’Connell’s body language told the real story. Watching as Darren Fay and Mark O’Reilly trudged disconsolately up into the stand having been suspended after the marathon series with Kildare. Quietly reckoning to myself that Offaly were going to do it but never daring to express it publicly.
The game began and we stuck it to the men from Meath. You could actually see the confidence in the Offaly men. I believe we gave them a footballing lesson that day. Some of the scores taken that day were top class. The points from play were exceptional and the finishing for the goals was lethal. Colm Quinn’s left foot was laser guided. Peter Brady getting a box off his marker which drew blood and it not taking a fonk out of him. Vinny refusing to accept anything other than victory. Our half back line of Kenny, Cullen and Coffey was a monstrosity. Cathal Daly cementing his position on the All Star team and an 18 year old Barry Malone giving a confident display. Even Larry Carroll played a part, handling anything that came his way.
Sean Grennan at centre forward giving and taking hits off for sport off resolute Meath men. David Reynolds clipping over the frees any chance he got. And our youthful midfield of McManus and Mooney running their counterparts ragged.
As the game reached its conclusion and we leaped onto the sideline for the pitch invasion, the first person I meet is Paul O’Kelly who is imploring the Offaly hordes to stay off the pitch in case the ref calls it off. How is the man still thinking so clearly I wonder? I reach out to shake his hand and he does so. And then the whistle blows and we are all running to embrace our heroes. Leinster champions. Who would have thought it?
On the drive home, I look on in genuine fear as the oul lad drives on the hard shoulder from Kilcock to Enfield in an effort to beat the traffic. I then observe in delight as we beep the horn the whole way from the time we enter the county of Kildare at Johnstownbridge right until we get back to Edenderry.A bit of border rivalry

We get back home and the whole place has gone mad. Everyone is drinking in the street. Some teddy boy on a motor bike is doing wheelies and doughnuts up and down the main street but no one seemed to care.
Its for days like these that we Keep the Faith.
The next day out against Mayo we got caught on the hop by John Maughan's charges. At a rain sodden Croke Park we were never at the races and in fairness how could we have been considering we were still on cloud nine since the 2 weeks previous. I'll never forget Maughan standing on the side of the pitch urging on his players near the end of the match soaked to the skin just wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He was a driven man that day and had prepared his side well to meet the challenge of Offaly.
All in all though,it was some voyage and I would give my right arm for times like that again.