‘Towering Glowing Witnesses to Decades of History’

I was in the wood­en stand behind the town end goal. I remem­ber you could get under­neath the seats and play hide and seek there but by 18 Feb­ru­ary 1979 I was 11 and I was sit­ting in it watch­ing Pad­dy Dun­ning dive to head home a glo­ri­ous goal that effec­tive­ly won the league against Bil­ly Young’s fine Bohemi­ans side. They were the goals with the skin­ny post and staun­cheons then, at the end of a grass pitch with a track around it that used to host stock car rac­ing.

It wasn’t any old grass pitch either. It was Mick­ey Fox’s pride and joy and was one of the best and biggest in the coun­try. It was as flat as a snook­er table. It was used to host FAI Cup semi finals in the times when neu­tral grounds were right­ly used. We were usu­al­ly play­ing in the oth­er semi some­where else. It was favoured by Jack Charl­ton as Ireland’s train­ing base when our nation­al team used to be housed out the road in the Nure­more Hotel.

The Shed­side Army may be sur­prised to know that their name comes from an actu­al shed. It was a big, deep shed with an open front and a cor­ru­gat­ed iron roof, stand­ing only, no seats with low blocks on one side. The shed side of the ground could accom­mo­date thou­sands on its slight­ly raised banks. For big Euro­pean games bench­es sit­u­at­ed on top of blocks would be placed on the track around the touch­line to pro­vide more seat­ing. Health and Safe­ty wasn’t what it is now but I don’t remem­ber any acci­dents.

It is often remarked that the lights are the same since they were installed in the 1960’s but the real­i­ty is the lights them­selves have been replaced many times. Some con­sid­er the pylons that house them old fash­ioned. I con­sid­er them icon­ic, tow­er­ing glow­ing wit­ness­es to decades of his­to­ry.

We used to host our Euro­pean games too. Not just the small­er ones fol­lowed by moves to Dublin for big­ger clubs. We host­ed them all. We host­ed Celtic in the Euro­pean Cup last 16, a star stud­ded Spurs team, a superb Liv­er­pool team, FC Por­to, PSV Eind­hoven and oth­ers in the old ground — not to men­tion Lin­field and Rangers. I was sit­ting on top of the wall at the town end when Mick Fair­clough equalised against Spurs. I fell off the wall. Cock­neys around me enjoyed that. Not a scent of trou­ble, The old wood­en stand was gone by then and has nev­er been replaced.

I was nev­er real­ly one for the stand. Each to their own. In fact I’ve watched more reserve games from the stand than first team games. The reserves used to play in a reserve league on Sat­ur­day after­noons at a time when we had win­ter foot­ball and league match­es were played on Sun­day after­noons. As a kid we’d often go to watch the reserves and get in to the stand for free. Oh, I near­ly for­got, the turn­stiles used to work. It’s pos­si­bly as much a sym­bol of our decay as any oth­er. There were men in there tak­ing entrance mon­ey, the stiles ‘clicked’ and when I was young enough I was lift­ed over, I even think I got in under some­times

I’m strug­gling to remem­ber improve­ments. Look at this pho­to­graph. It’s a 1991 friend­ly against Celtic. The old shed has a com­men­tary and TV box added to it. The com­men­tary box used to be a blue box in front of the main stand before that. If you look close­ly you can see the track around the pitch, the young­sters stand­ing on the blocks at one end of the shed. You can see the depth of the shed and its cor­ru­gat­ed roof, bedecked with Celtic fans on this occa­sion enjoy­ing the slope. Those pylons bear­ing wit­ness.

Oriel Park has changed and has indeed gone back­wards, but it’s still there. And some­day we, we who remem­ber, we who want to pass some­thing on, must grasp the net­tle and deliv­er a prop­er home once again. A home fit for our town, a home fit for Europe

Bren­dan Ogle