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Dave Hannigan - Kicking On

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With three seconds remaining in the Super Bowl, it falls to the New York Giants place-kicker Shaun Reedy. ... Hes kicked it ... but no, its gone left and wide......

Peter, Davey, and the rest of the Dromtarry Under-11 Gaelic football team are busy training for the start of a new season when a mysterious visitor arrives in town; Shaun Reedy, ex-American footballer, gets involved with the boys team far away from the glamour, the money and the pressure that turned him off his own sport and falls in love with the GAA.

When something happens in Dromtarry that changes all their lives, they discover that its having the guts to take a shot at goal whatever the outcome is what matters ...

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To my son, Abe

For their assistance in various ways with this book, I would like to sincerely thank my friends Gavin OConnor and Denis Walsh, my wife Cathy Frost and my editor Helen Carr. Most of all, I want to express my gratitude to my darling boys, Abe and Charlie, one for reading and improving every chapter with his suggestions, the other for getting me up at five every morning with his smile.

with three seconds remaining in the Super Bowl, it falls to the New York Giants place-kicker, Shaun Reedy. Hes sprinting on to the field now and all of America is watching. If he can convert this forty-two yard field goal, he will win his team the world championship. Calm as you like, hes swinging that trusty right foot back and forth as he warms up. His team is trailing by two points. Hes got the chance to kick three. He looks very composed and why wouldnt he? He hasnt missed a field goal from any distance in over a yearThe ball is snapped Hes kicked it It has the height It looks good but no, its gone left and wide. A matter of inches. But wide oh so wide Reedy has collapsed on the field Not a single team-mate has even walked to console him Hes just lying there with his face in his hands wondering where it all went wrong.

P eter OConnor knew every car in the village. Not only the make. He knew most of the licence plates too. The rest of the kids often wondered whether he had a notebook where he jotted all this information down. But no, it was in his head. That was his thing.

Inevitably then, he was the first one to spot the strange car pulling up outside the fence during training that Saturday morning. The rest were too obsessed with a game of backs and forwards to notice anything. Not Peter though. Just at the time he was supposed to be marking Johnny Delaney, he was walking towards the fence to get a better look.

He came back after Johnny had been allowed to kick a nice point untouched to break the news to the others.

Its a stranger in a Ford Focus, he said to no-one in particular. Never saw him before. 2008 D reg. Probably a rental car.

Most of them half-turned to check out the visitor. Dinny Murphy, the long-serving manager of the Dromtarry Gaelic Football Club Under-11s, a man known to everybody in the village as Murph, just shook his head.

Thanks for the update Peter, he said. Youll make a great guard someday. Now, can you get back to corner-back and try to remember youre supposed to be marking Johnny?

With a week to go before the first match of the season, the last thing Murph needed was any distraction like this. After four long, sometimes very long, decades training kids, he knew it only took the slightest thing to take their minds completely off the game.

I wonder who this fella is though, and why is he watching our training? asked Davey McCarthy. Centre-fielder. The tallest player on the team. The best player on the team. Usually the most-focused player at training too.

He might be a tourist, just taking in the show we put on here at training, said Peter, loving the fact his best friend Davey had got involved in the distraction.

My Dad says we dont get tourists here unless theyre lost, reckoned Johnny Delaney. I think he might be a scout from Kilturk, sent over to see if we are any good.

Can you ignore that car now please? pleaded Murph.

They couldnt. Their concentration had been broken. Even Charlie Morrissey had walked out from the goal to see if he was missing anything important.

By then, Peter was offering a more detailed description of the car and trying to convince the others that the driver had just waved at him.

Ah lads, please, can we forget about the car? asked Murph again. He was squeezing a battered ONeills ball so hard between his knotted hands it looked like it might burst. Is it any wonder my hair is grey with this kind of carry-on?

But youve always been grey, Murph, chipped in Johnny Delaney, a cheeky corner-forward with or without the ball in his hands.

Yeah, said Davey, my Dad says you were grey when you coached him and that was twenty-five years ago.

This brought them on to one of their favourite subjects.

How old are you anyway, Murph? asked Peter. A question always guaranteed to get Murph annoyed and to make everybody else laugh.

Is it true youre the oldest fella in charge of a team in Ireland? asked Peter, loving the laughter the first question had brought.

Im older than God and twice as powerful, he replied. Now Peter, you can lead the whole team on a lap of the field there to try and get your brains back into focus.

Off they trotted. They hadnt gone twenty metres when the Ford Focus revved up at the far end of the fence and headed out of town and up a hill known as Bakers Lane. Peter saw this, pressed on his own brakes and brought the whole squad to a halt.

Murph, did you see where the car went? Peter shouted back to Murph.

Yes I did, Peter, I also see you stopped running, said the long-suffering manager.

Theres nothing up that hill only the old Reedy house and nobodys lived there for years.

Donkeys years, said Murph who all of a sudden didnt seem as annoyed at the interruption.

They say its haunted you know, said Peter.

They do say that, said Murph. He paused and looked off in the direction in which the car had gone. But thats not true. Thats a load of old rubbish. Now, would you ever please get back to the running and do a lap of this field for me?

Slowly, Peter and the rest of the players began to jog again.

O n the way to school that Monday morning, Peter OConnor and Davey McCarthy had just turned on to the Main Street when they saw the very same Ford Focus. It was parked outside the Spar. Too good a chance to pass up.

They just had to wait to see if the stranger would emerge.

Were going to be late, said Davey after theyd been standing two minutes by the crooked signpost for which Dromtarry was famous.

No, were not, replied Peter. Weve loads of time yet.

We still look like right fools just standing around here.

Sssh, here he comes.

A man had indeed come out of the shop. A fit-looking man with a couple of bulging plastic bags in both hands. Peter grew all excited at the sight.

Hes an American, has to be, he said.

Why? asked Davey.

Hes wearing a baseball cap for starters.

Loads of people wear baseball caps, said Davey, growing increasingly worried that this spying episode was going to make him late for school for the first time in his life.

Nah, thats a real one, like the one my aunt brought me back when she went shopping in New York last year, said Peter, already moving across the street as the car pulled away. Theres only one way to settle this one. Well go in and ask Paudie.

Paudie Sweeney ran the Spar, owned the garage at the top of the town, and sponsored the jerseys for the Dromtarry Under-11s. He also loved nothing more than kids coming into the shop asking him questions. The moment he saw the pair of schoolboys before him his eyes lit up.

Well, if it isnt the men. What can I get ye, boys?

Eh, nothing really, Paudie, we just want to know something. Peter was doing the talking. Davey was just standing there, looking at his watch, half-embarrassed that hed been dragged into his friends new obsession.

Go on.

Who was that fella who was just in here? asked Peter.

What fella? Paudie was making fun of them. They knew that much because he turned around as he said it, pretending to fix something on the wall behind him. Peter played along.

You know tall wearing a baseball cap?

Oh, that fella. A strange character alright.

Paudie was adjusting his cash register now, wearing a smirk and looking over the boys heads at the doorway.

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