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Sample story – the names, places and dates in bold are examples; yours replace them:
Headline: MULCAHY LEADS IRELAND TO GRAND SLAM VICTORY
Sub-headline: Loughrea man chosen as Player of the Year!
Story:
A cold breeze had been blowing all day through Twickenham, as if all things English were against these fifteen Irish men. They stood shoulder to shoulder, as the camera passed by their faces: O’Connell, Sexton, Bowe and Mulcahy. Men of focus, concentration and strength.
Over the previous few weeks Scotland, Wales, Italy and finally France had all felt the ferocity of the Irish, but the mighty English side was out in force to put an end to their unbeaten record.
The game started with England taking an early lead with an easy try from fly half Toby Flood and a successful conversion. Going into the dressing rooms at half time, Ireland was still down 18-12. It was a tough and bloody second half.
With the final whistle only minutes away, English fans had already started to celebrate. Being six points ahead should have seen them bring the Irish Six Nations hopes to an end, but sometimes it only takes one man to keep a dream alive. That man was present yesterday on the pitch, proudly wearing an Irish jersey, and on that jersey was the name of Mulcahy from Loughrea.
Ireland knew that all their hopes lay on Mulcahy’s shoulders. The opposition had kept a tight rein on him throughout the almost 80 minutes of play. It practically seemed as if the other fourteen players were left unmarked, such was the fear England had for Ruairí Mulcahy.
Maybe it was complacency on their side, but with only a few minutes left on the clock, Mulcahy was given the space he’d fought for throughout the game. But that was all he needed. Johnny Sexton saw him and saw the opportunity. The pass was made. A split second later, Mulcahy was charging through the English side. Defending players moved as if in slow motion compared to his skill.
Toby Flood appeared like a mountain before him but with a deft manoeuvre that was tantamount to pure genius, Mulcahy launched himself into the air, the green colours of his shirt almost a blur against the blue sky and scored the well deserved try. But Ireland was still 2 points down and with literally only seconds on the clock, the celebrating would have to wait.
The conversion was set up, and Mulcahy approached the ball. A short run, and then the kick. A sound rang out through the stands of Twickenham – a sound I’d never heard before in this impressive stadium. The sound of boot against ball; the sound of precision, of single-mindedness, of victory. All 80,000 of us; men, women and children held our breath as we watched the ball sail through the air; the English players paralysed to do anything.
The silence was finally broken as the ball sailed between the posts. A moment’s calm was felt by everyone until the crowd erupted with jubilation. Mulcahy was stormed by the other Irish players, and the final whistle was barely heard.
Ireland was going home with the Grand Slam, and the name of Mulcahy would be sung throughout every corner of Ireland for generations to come.
