Plain of the Herbs wrote:A superb interview with Damien Fox on today's
Sindo. Would someone mind posting it up please?
I knew he hurled Under 21 with Joe Dooley and Mick Coughlan and those, but I never did the sums. He's 48!! He was mascot in 1964 when he was 3, the paper printed the team photo and he's there!!
I remember when his dad, Eamonn trained Lusmagh in '82 and '83. They were training in Francie's field one evening. I was a young fella hanging around and Eamonn sent me out to his Renault 12 which was parked on the road to retrieve his fags for him!! A little-known claim to fame of mine

THIS is the story of a hurler who is hoping to reach the summit of his art at the age of 48.
Last Saturday evening, as the final whistle blew in the Offaly semi-final at O'Connor Park, Damian Fox found himself stuck in a moment. Tullamore had just snuck into their first county senior final since 1964. On that occasion, 45 years ago, Fox served as the club's mascot, now he would finally get to play in a final himself.
The result came as a surprise in hurling circles. Old reliables Birr were seeking five titles in a row, having won nine of the previous 10. Tullamore's form had been patchy all year; they certainly didn't look like challengers, but they pulled off a shock and now, for the first time since 1998, Birr will not be involved on Offaly final day.
While Shane Dooley bagged 0-11 to seal the famous win, it was Fox, 10 years older than Brian Whelahan, and Tullamore's player-manager Kevin Martin who were surrounded at the end.
Way back in 1977, Fox made his first appearance on an adult team for the club at just 16. The pedigree was strong; his father Eamonn, who played for Offaly in the 1969 Leinster final against Kilkenny, won three hurling and three football county titles. The son only ever wanted one.
"That's the reason I was so overwhelmed at the end of the Birr game," he says. "The memories of it all came flooding back. I know we have nothing won yet but it was still the happiest day of my hurling career. I met my father on the pitch and he just said: 'thanks.' That really set me off."
If Fox, the former Laois senior hurling manager, left the field crying tears of happiness, the mood lightened in the dressing room when selector Alo Lawlor stood to talk. Earlier in the week, Lawlor had collected €5 a man from the squad and no one had asked why. Standing in front of them he told them he'd collected €150 and put it on them to beat Birr. The odds were 9/1.
"Look, as I keep saying, there's no trophy in the bag and we were back down to earth at training last Monday night, but this is special all the same," Fox reasons. "When I saw Kevin Martin coming through as a young lad and he was part of a good minor team, I said I'd hang around and wait for them to come through. Maybe I'd get a chance to play in a final with them. But I waited and played on and it didn't happen. So I saw some of this current team standing out at U12, 14 and 16 over recent years and decided to hang on for them too. I'm glad I did."
Fox fell in love with hurling at an early age but to be still playing in such competitive environs in a serious hurling county is astonishing. Nor is he there simply to fill a gap. He played in goal for Offaly in their 1982 Leinster final defeat to Kilkenny and knows the position well. True, he spent most of his life hurling at corner-forward, winning the club's 2001 Player of the Year award at the age of 40, but he reverted back to goals last season, not yet ready to go out to grass.
"I'd play anywhere they want me to," he shrugs. "I don't know what the hell it is, I just love hurling. Even at home I'd be hitting a ball off the wall on my own. I couldn't be without it, I suppose. I remember my father playing in games when I was just four or five. I actually remember being there, rambling around the pitches."
Fox emigrated to the US in 1983 and missed the chance to make the glorious Offaly team of that decade. But hurling called in New York and again in the UK where he won an All-Ireland B with London in 1985.
Not long after, he came home, returned to the local hurling field. Tullamore, who had been out of the top flight for years, graduated from intermediate to senior hurling, not bad for a club primarily considered a football outfit.
They battled against the odds: lack of numbers, the threat of football and the complexity of trying to run a GAA club in a town. It wasn't easy, but Fox reckons they've reached this juncture because they're such a tight-knit bunch.
"There were a few shenanigans this year over the use of O'Brien Park (Tullamore's home ground) and there were times when we struggled to get a pitch to train on because football is so big here and there were so many teams looking to use the field," he explains. "O'Connor Park (opposite O'Brien Park) is our home too, but that's leased to the county board so there just wasn't enough room. It was frustrating trying to train. We lost three games this year so there has been some criticism, but all that has only brought us tighter to be honest."
Indeed, Fox himself was on the receiving end of flak when they lost to Belmont earlier in the season. He got the blame for two soft goals, but they recovered to beat Ballyskenagh in a play-off and then St Rynagh's in the quarter-final.
And last Saturday evening he was steady as a rock. It was impossible not to be mesmerised by the rhythm of his lengthy puck-outs, which may explain where his nickname 'The Gift' comes from. He made a crucial second half save and pulled a very dangerous Rory Hanniffy ball out of the air, which was particularly impressive as similar passages against Belmont resulted in goals conceded. He was quick off his line and his clearances were excellent.
"Tullamore is a great town for sport and there are brilliant facilities with the Harriers Athletic club and Tullamore FC too. So there's no excuse for not being sharp. I play a game of soccer in the morning if needed. People wonder how I keep going but as long as my wife Trisha is okay with it, then so am I. I consult her on everything and she's fine with me doing this.
"As long as she can watch Coronation Street and do her own few things, I can keep going. There was a stage last winter when I was at home playing no sport and a call came to go playing soccer. Trisha actually begged me to go; she said I was driving her mad being around the house all the time. It just doesn't suit me."
It certainly doesn't. Until last season he was in charge of the Laois senior hurling team and next year, aside from playing, he'll coach the Offaly minor hurlers. Only last month he was part of a GAA legends team that played a charity soccer match against Manchester United greats including Lee Martin, Arthur Albiston, David May, Frank Stapleton and Clayton Blackmore. They lost 3-1 but he enjoyed testing himself against former professionals.
"I actually had to get permission from Kevin Martin to play," he laughs. "Kevin was confident that we'd give the championship a good run and wanted us focused on hurling only. But he agreed to let me play. The Man Utd boys were great lads, I played golf with them afterwards. We took that game very seriously; there were the likes of Tommy Carr (Fox's first cousin), Graham Geraghty, Vinny Claffey and Paul Bealin. I wanted to win, we all did."
And the Offaly minors? "I checked with Trisha again and just decided to go for it, it was time to have a cut at it. It's nice to be back coaching with Offaly and it's a good start for me. We have some good lads and I suppose if I have any aspirations this is a good place to start."
His time in Laois gave him a good grounding. He did some great work there, organised things, set down structures and made sure things were done right. But deep down he struggled to comprehend their mindset, players not training and all that. Here was a guy approaching 50 and still bursting his gut to play senior club hurling while fellows less than half his age couldn't summon the will to play for their county. .
"I highlighted a few things when I left," he says. "Look, Laois have hurlers as good as anywhere in the land, but the club scene takes priority there. Lads are more or less encouraged to stick with the clubs and warned there won't be much reward playing for their county. One of my first jobs was to organise things, making sure lads were fixed up with gear and expenses, all that. I would have stayed there with them but it was in the best interests of Laois that I step down and highlight other problems. Niall Rigney is improving things again and the key is to keep that going when Niall goes. I think the lads are finally getting the message that the Laois county team is as important as their clubs."
Fox's time on the line set the ball rolling and he even guided them to a bittersweet league win over Offaly last year. Since then, Rigney and Brother Philip Ryan's injection of enthusiasm and tactical hurling has developed them further. Looking back, it was an experience. Looking forward, he will now relish the thrill of playing his first ever county senior final. Emotion could easily get the better of others, but Fox has been around long enough.
If they lose, he will feel the pain of defeat very deeply. He knows what's at stake. There was a serious afterglow of satisfaction when they beat Birr but Pad Joe Whelehan's words in the immediate aftermath of that game brought them down to earth with a bang. "Pad Joe said it was all very well beating Birr, but it wouldn't matter a hoot if we lose the final," Fox recalls. "And he's dead right. We're playing a team just as up for it as ourselves.
"Look, obviously it would be a right fairytale if we win, but the flip side of that is that Kilcormac Killoughey have never won a county title at all. So they'll be just as hungry as us. I only hope that the experience some of our lads have of winning county football titles will stand to us next Sunday. It's a big day for all of us. But isn't it great to be playing at this level? You hear stories of lads playing into their 60s and all that but this is a serious standard and I'm thrilled. Jesus, where else would I be?"
Nowhere else. Doesn't matter what age he is, this is where he belongs.
Sunday Independent