Class finished at 12 and the team including myself got our togs ready for the match against Fermoy. After luncheon at 12.30 we were driven, fully togged, by char-a-banc to station, and having picked up the Fermoy fellows, we drove to athletic grounds. At 3 the match began. My place was left wing 40. The fellow on me was a big heavy collegian, who got first place in Ireland in the Intermediate, and wore a gold medal the size of his hand. He was telling me the whole time how good he was for taking long shots, and that I had better take care of myself when the ball should come up to us again, being too light for him. I played fairly well in the first half, at which score was 2 for Fermoy and 1 goal for us. After we got even, 2 goals all, but gradually gave way, and match ended with defeat for us of 5 goals 1 pt to 2 goals 1 pt. It is always the same with Farran Ferris. We get despondent always in the second half. We were very depressed driving back to school. A special dinner awaited us, with ‘Rasa’ for everybody. I always play just middling, mostly not very bad, but never very good. Mammie had a lot of news at tea. Imagine, she has probably lost about £1 over her concert! She always has bad luck. The first ‘Tribune’, a new Cork paper, has come out, and is apparently hopeless.
