Aghinagh's Vincent Coakley

Poem By Francis Duggan

A tall and classy Gaelic footballer the midfielder complete
Aghinagh's Vincent Coakley played for Aghinagh and Cork and Millstreet
He and Kippagh's Con O Connor the best midfielders in Cork at their best
Were never found to be wanting when put to the test

Though this is going back some three decades in time
I remember Vincent Coakley in his physical prime
For Millstreet he gave many a memorable display
Perhaps in his dark hair there is gray today

Beyond Aghinagh he is one widely known
The Millstreet fans did claim Vincent for their own
And why not they for he was a fine sporting player
Not many at his best who with him could hope to compare

On Sundays in Summer in Seasons long gone
In Cork County Championship games in Coachford and Macroom we cheered Millstreet on
Though down on the scoreboard the Finnowsiders were fighting back
With O Connor and Coakley at midfield sending them to attack

Tall and stylish Aghinagh's Vincent Coakley built like a running athlete
He played for Aghinagh, Cork County and Millstreet
In his physical prime some three decades ago
And time as we know becomes everyone's foe.

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