A rich seam, a community team.

Nestled between the primary school and main street, and overlooking parkland and modern bungalows, “New Central Park”, as its name suggests, is in the middle of the Fife town of Kelty. It’s the home of Kelty Hearts, currently top of the Lowland League, and we’re here today because two of our lads in the HibernianContinue reading “A rich seam, a community team.”

Kindness of Strangers

My football DNA is pretty clear – it is Hibernian green through and through. However, it gets a little frayed around the edges when you examine my history. My family started supporting Hibs when they arrived in Edinburgh from Ireland in the mid 1890s, my uncle played for them in the late 20s, and heContinue reading “Kindness of Strangers”

Fit for Life

  Through Hibernian’s Community links with Lothian Health Board, and various other GameChanger initiatives, the idea of being “fit for life” has become a prominent part of the Club’s progressive development over the past couple of years. Whilst health checks for spectators are now a common event at Easter Rd Stadium, through the partnership withContinue reading “Fit for Life”

Capturing a moment

How to review a film like “Time for Heroes” – Hibernian FC’s DVD celebrating their 2016 Scottish Cup victory? Certainly not in a detached manner for this writer, whose family connections with the club go back to 1895. But then, football clubs, and the love they attract, are founded on passion, partisanship, and a gloriouslyContinue reading “Capturing a moment”

NÍ NEART GO CUR LE CHÉILE – there is no strength without Unity

I read two pieces on Gaelic football this week – one by Darragh Ó Sé in the Irish Times; the other by Cahair O’Kane in the Irish News. The basis of the Kerry man’s column was that Dublin were successful, and deserved to be, not because of a superior sense of entitlement as the biggestContinue reading “NÍ NEART GO CUR LE CHÉILE – there is no strength without Unity”

The Groundsman’s Story

I’m sitting on a chair on a sloping area; it’s a grassy mound now – at one time it was terraced tarmac. Behind me is the scorebox, still the same outward shape, but electrified since my time. There were two things you had to remember here in the 1960s when you had ambitions of beingContinue reading “The Groundsman’s Story”