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| Phil Alwill was born in Glasstown, a townland situated between Miltown and Killeshandra, in 1884. As a young man Phil was a keen player and supporter of Gaelic Football and played with Drumlane and Kildallan. He also played flute in the Glasstown Pipe Band and was a noted Irish traditional dancer. While in hospital during the mid 1970's he met Fr Dan Gallogly who, at that time, happened to be researching the history of Cavan football. Fr Dan, fascinated by the clarity of Phil's memories of football at the turn of the century, decided to record an interview with him. Sadly, Phil died in 1977, aged 93. Thanks to Fr Gallogly's tapes we still have a record of Phil's recollections. This page contains some of those recollections. Where possible, we have transcribed them directly from the tape so as to preserve Phil's actual words and phrases. |
Comment: Before the GAA was founded in 1884, a game called cammaus
was played in many parts of Cavan. It was basically an early
form of hurling. Phil recalls the old men of his young days talking
about the game, which he called caummas.
Did you ever hear of them playing any other games? You mentioned
caummas?
Aye, they played caummas but I don't mind (remember) it. But
I often heard the auld men that ceilied in our house talking about
them.
Tell us what you heard from them.
They played with sticks. They had sticks with big heads and the
bigger the head, the better. And they used to come to the orchard
that was at our house to cut apple tree branches, for there always
used to be big heads on the apple tree. And the handles could
be more than 4 foot long. I seen them. I had them in my hand.
They used to be left at our house because they (the players) used
to play in the bottoms below our auld house.
And who used to play? Just the neighbours?
The neighbours, all went out. There was a little fella, the name
of Johnny Kennedy, and when he was playing he used to bring ash
shovels for caumma sticks, an auld shovel that the blade'd be
near wore off. And this poor little Kennedy fella got the skelp
of a shovel along the side of the head and he went away from the
rest and lay down in the briars. But when they all went home,
he didn't go home. The father came looking for him after night,
and a little pincher dog he had found him in the briars, his
head all blood.
Did you ever hear of women playing?
There was a Mrs Baxter, she was Anne Gormley by her maiden name,
and she was head-beetler with them.
And she used to play with the men?
Aye, she played with the men.
Were there any rules? Or had they goal posts?
They had goal-posts, they had. There'd be up to a hundred head
in the bottoms under our auld house of a Sunday evening. You
know, there was no house at that time but there was four or five
young fellows in and maybe some houses had nine or ten. The caummas
was in full swing long before the GAA. When the football came
it did away with the caummas, whole and entire.
What width were the goal-posts?
I don't know. The day of the match they'd put down bits of wattles
or anything. It was often their coats they'd take off them and
throw them several yards apart. I don't think there was much
rules and there was no referee.
And what sort was the ball?
I think the ball, to the best of what I heard about it, was a
wiskit ball rolled tight and they sewed a cloth round it. I think
the cloth they used was corduroy.
Did they play any other games?
In winter, their game was pitching stone 'quites'. That's what
they called the big flagstones. If they got any kind of stone,
so long as it was flat, they'd pitch it at a big stone in the
road. 'The Granny' they called the stone that was in the road.
The fellow that got nearest it won. And they used to have money
bet, coppers that was bet on the edge of the road about who'd
win. It was the same as pitching pennies, but they had no pennies.
That's why they couldn't pitch them. They pitched the 'quites'
to pass the time, you know.
Comment:Before the GAA was reorganised in 1903, football in Cavan
was on the decline. As control broke down, football tournaments
became occasions for excessive drinking and faction fights. Phil
recalls those days before 1903.
Those matches in the old days, before 1903, were they rough?
They were. Rough.
Would they kick each other?
Well, not so much. The leap on one another quicker. They'd run
in on top of you and give you the two fists in the stomach and
put you on your back. And, if all failed, they leap up with two
heels into the chest and put you down. Mickey McGannon was an
auld fellow and he'd say 'Oh, football's alright, but I don't
like to see them slithering down others' eyebrows with a pair
of steel tips on them'.
So you could jump with your shoes into a fellows chest?
Oh aye. That was nothing at all.
In those days did they play the ball mostly on the ground?
On the ground.
And did they not kick the shins of other?.
Well they had shin-guards. I got a pair of them shin-guards as
a present from one of them (players). Well there was scores cut
in that you'd think a man had sunk a 'cleek' in them and ripped
them up. With kicks!
And had they football boots?
There was no such thing as a football boot until 1903. That's
the time when football was brought in in a civilised way.
Would there be many rows at football matches.
Well there was no football match without one. I went to a tournament
in Newtowngore. I was about 18 at the time. And we walked 6 miles
from Killeshandra over to it, five or six of us, and we walked
home. And we saw five minutes football. The ball was threw in
and the match went on between Killeshandra and Aughavas, (from)
far over in Leitrim. The row began and it never ceased. There
was, I suppose, a hundred men in a ring, in a pile in the middle
of the field, boxing. And there was one man, Charlie Gilronan,
of Killeshandra. He was a blacksmith. And he was going round
the ring and any place he met a polis (police) man he nailed him.
Were the police called in?
They were there anyway. There was a polis barrack in Newtowngore
at the time, so they had only a few perch to come. It was a tournament
and Kildallan was to kick in it. They thought it useless because
they hadn't a full team and they'd have to borrow a couple of
the Killeshandra Leaguers. As soon as they'd go out all hell
would rise again. Kildallan was to kick against Drumreilly, but
the row was on anyway, if a Killeshandra man never opened his
beak.
Was there much drink in question?
Well, there would always be drink because no man nearly went out
sober. That was the way it was. They'd get the drink in some
town before they'd go. But in tournaments the drink was supplied.
It was kept away from the field. It'd be in a house or two away
from it.
How much drink was there?
A barrel of porter was the common run, and the teams were treated.
It was all tournaments in those days and you might have to play
two or three matches. That happened at Creeney Hill, below Belturbet,
when the Sons of O'Connell beat Clones. And at another tournament
in Killeshandra, the Cavans were the champions of the time. And
to get Kildallan bet (defeated) the (Killeshandra) Leaguers put
them against Cavan. And they bet Cavan. Garney hit the ball
in the middle of the field, a left footed kick, and when the goalkeeper
was just going to catch it, Tom McGrath lit on him here (in the
chest) and him and ball and all rolled in. McGrath was as active
as a willie-wag-tail and wasn't a little heavier either. He was
only about 8 stone weight.
Was it hard to control the spectators?
It was. It was. There was more danger of a row among the spectators
nor there was among the teams. I seen when no team could come
to kick football in Killeshandra without the town 'neucks', as
we used to call them, rising a row. And it was women that riz
(gave rise to) the row in several occasions. Scrabby came to
kick the Leaguers and the outsiders were prepared. They went
into the wood that was merning (beside) the football field and
they pulled an arm of ash plants. And they came out and when
the row riz Scrabby tackled them and they gave the Leaguers a
fright that put manners on them from that day till this.
How used they go to the tournaments away back in the early 1890's?
They got a pair of horses and a wagonette - they carried 40 head
- and the rest walked.
Did you pay to get on the wagonette.
You did. You paid and then, when they were getting down, there
was tuppence (two pennies) a man lifted for pocket money for the
driver. I always rode the bicycle. After the game some fellow
might be in a hurry home and he'd come to me for the bicycle and
he'd give me his seat on the wagonette. But the weight of the
people had to walk.
Was there much of the old party business in those days?
The party business was spoiling all. And the party business was
strong when I was half done football. Miltown didn't want to
play with me because I was the only Sinn Feiner that was on the
team. I took off the ganzee and I threw it to them, and I never
put it on me again. They wouldn't play with me, they didn't want
me. They were all Hibernians. I went to play with Kildallan.
Did the police ever interfere with the matches?
I never heard tell of them interfering with any football match,
well not unless there was a row. There was one day Cavan and
Miltown were kicking in Drumlane. The referee was from Ballyhaise.
They (Cavans) bribed him and they gave him a revolver. And he
did anything he could to get Cavan to win. They did win alright.
But he put off men that weren't doing one hate (anything wrong).
And when the match was over they'd have killed him. Old and
young tore in to get at him. And the polis came in and got rid
of the crowd.