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Blues gain a warrior
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by PAUL DAFFEY
SETANTA O'hAilpin, the Irish hurling star who this week trained with Carlton with
a view to being drafted onto the rookie list, raised a few laughs at his
first session by asking Denis Pagan when the hitting
would begin. But you can be sure that no one is laughing in Cork, his home
county, where hurlers wear "the blood and the bandages" - as Cork's red and white
strip is known - with a pride that can only be imagined in the AFL.
To a
hurling fan in Cork, the notion of drafting a teenager from country Victoria and
taking him to Fremantle, to use a topical example in the light of the recent
draft, to start a sporting career is bizarre. In hurling, as in its brother sport
of Gaelic football, you play for the club and the county in which you were born.
The absence of money fuels the importance of place; hurlers and footballers who
have moved to Dublin for work or study reasons return to their home club or
county every week because to do otherwise would be unthinkable.
In
O'hAilpin's case, however, he was unable to play for his place of
birth. If he were doing so, he would be rolling over for his arm for Sydney's
Bankstown, the cricket club that gave us Steve and Mark Waugh, or battering
bodies for the Bulldogs in the National Rugby League.
O'hAilpin was born
in Greenacre, next to Bankstown, but in a strange way this only increased the
strength of his tie to Cork hurling. To trace the reason, you must go back to
O'hAilpin's father Sean, who as a labourer on Sydney building sites in the 1970s
and '80s felt a large gap in his sense of self.
On the building sites,
O'hAilpin listened to the labourers of Italian origin speak Italian and the
Greeks speak Greek; the Lebanese spoke in their own lingo as well. O'hAilpin was
struck that, although he was proudly Irish, his childhood in a county suffused by
English influence had left him unable to speak a word of his native tongue.
O'hAilpin and his Fijian wife Emeli duly had six children. In 1986, when
the oldest was 11, the couple held to Sean's vow that their children would grow
up in a place where all aspects of Irish culture, including language, were alive.
That place would be Cork.
In coming years, the four O'hAilpin boys with
the Polynesian features and fading Australian accents would be regularly seen on
the streets of Cork City whacking a sliotar, as a hurling ball is known, against
a wall. They were sent to North Monastery, a Christian Brothers school on Cork's
gritty northside that is renowned for its strength in the national games.
The oldest, Sean Og (Og means junior), became a fixture in Cork hurling
and football teams as a late teenager. In 1998, when he was a 21-year-old
studying a finance degree entirely in Irish, I interviewed him in a pub off St
Patrick Street, the curling main drag in Cork City, with a view to writing about
the Australian beginnings of an Irish sports star.
By then, Sean Og (no
one drops the Og) was speaking in the sing-song way of the locals, a manner of
speaking that visitors from the rest of Ireland find difficult to understand.
Sean Og barracked for Hawthorn in the AFL and the Bulldogs in rugby league. At an
athletic 191cm, it was clear he would have been suited to either game,
but it was also clear that the idea of playing such faraway sports occupied
little of his mind. Wearing the blood and bandages of Cork, especially in
hurling, was everything. He dreamt of nothing greater than defeating Tipperary or
Kilkenny at the ancient game.
"Around here, playing hurling for Cork is
like playing soccer for Brazil," he said.
After that interview, my
colleagues at The Examiner in Cork were effusive in their praise of Sean Og
before chuckling at the grandeur expected of his younger brother, Setanta. This
name, it was explained, was the boyhood name of Cuchulainn, the great warrior of
Irish mythology. Calling your son Setanta was imposing a mighty legacy on him.
Setanta has turned out to be most undaunted by his moniker. Last month,
the 20-year-old with the 195cm frame was named the young hurler of the year after
scoring Cork's only goal in September's All-Ireland final against Kilkenny, which
Kilkenny won. The honour was heightened when he and Sean Og were both named in
the All-Star team that equates to our All-Australian team. The media profiles of
the two brothers, especially Setanta, reached heights unknown.
The
subsequent loss of Setanta O'hAilpin to Australia has renewed a fierce debate in
Irish sporting circles. The passion of this debate is exemplified by the punch-up
that erupted in the pub of Tim Kennelly, Tadgh's father, on the night before
Tadgh left County Kerry to join Sydney, where he would become a star in a foreign
code.
Most Irish fans understand the decision to overlook amateur games
in favour of a professional sporting career; Sean Og, significantly, was among
those who strongly encouraged the move. But the history and passion surrounding
Irish national games means there will always be those who are bitter at the
departure of the brightest young talents.
While Irish eyes might not
necessarily be smiling at Setanta O'hAilpin's departure to Australia, they will
certainly be watching with interest.
This article first appeared in The
Age on 6 December 2003.
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