“No, ” screamed, the crowd as Limerick scored a point in the dying moments of the game. The coach was cheering us on but it was of no use. We tried until the bitter end. We all exerted ourselves but then we heard what we all dreaded to hear … the sound of the ref’s whistle filling the grounds.
I glanced over at my disheartened brother and saw his lip quivering. I was so cross that I clenched my fists together and punched the ground. My teammates consoled me as I watched Limerick lift the Liam McCarthy.