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Memories of Jamie Doolan, the gifted sports star with a heart of gold

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by Adam Moynihan

Life can be beautiful and devastating. Sometimes it can be one after the other in very quick succession.

The Sunday before last was a great day to be from Kerry. Our boys put on a brilliant display in Croke Park en route to another All-Ireland title. Driving home with friends the day after we were all still glowing from the night before as we excitedly chatted about the game, and Jack, and Clifford, and All-Stars.

Sam was heading down the tracks before us. We'd all be reunited in Killarney that evening. Everything was right in the world.

Then we got the call. Jamie Doolan was gone. In the blink of an eye, the All-Ireland, that thing that had totally consumed us for the previous 24 hours, seemed meaningless. But as the memories of Jamie rolled in, and the many stories were recounted, the importance of sport came back into view. It meant so much to him and it added so much to his life.

I first became friendly with Jamie when we played on the same St Brendan's senior football team. He was a couple of years younger but he was streets ahead of most of us talent wise. Skilful, stylish, cheeky. The archetypal townie corner forward. He had goals on the brain.

He’s the only player I know of who got called out by his own manager for scoring too much. In one particular match Jamie was doing so much damage our coach Garry McGrath was worried our opponents in the next round would read the match report and target him. “Take it easy with the goals, Jamie.” If I recall correctly it didn’t work and Jamie had to be called ashore. That was the only way of stopping him from banging in the goals.

He was a two-year Kerry minor and in 2008 he was part of the last Kerry team to win an U21 All-Ireland alongside future senior stars Tommy Walsh and David Moran.

He graduated to senior with his club, Dr Crokes, and won a bagful of medals. When he had a particularly good game he used to joke that with the likes of Gooch, Kieran O’Leary, Brian Looney and other great forwards alongside him, he was always marked by the opposition’s sixth best back. But I’ve no doubt his teammates would agree that he was as gifted as any of them.

In recent years he was involved with senior and underage Crokes management teams. They say some great players aren't cut out to be coaches but Jamie didn't fall into that category. He knew football like the back of his hand and he could explain his thinking eloquently and in a very distinct and engaging way.

He was a fiercely loyal Crokes man but at the same time he didn't take the tribalism too seriously. He had Legion friends, Spa friends… In fact, he had friends from GAA clubs all over Kerry and further afield.

On the Sunday night of the All-Ireland, one of the lads got talking to a random Dubliner outside their hotel. When the Dub saw the Kerry jersey, the first thing he asked was, “do you know Jamie Doolan?” He had crossed paths with Jamie in New York many moons ago. That was typical. When people met Jamie, they didn’t forget it.

I was also lucky to have lined out alongside him on the soccer field with Killarney Athletic. He was technically brilliant, a real genie with immaculate footwork that he had perfected on the green in Woodlawn Park with his brother, Shane, and his neighbours and friends.

We managed to finally win the Kerry league in 2017 and my abiding memory of Jamie from that day was when Daithí Casey scored the winning goal late on. Jamie had been subbed off but that wasn't going to stop him from celebrating. He sprinted all the way across to the far corner of the pitch to be with the goalscorer. In fact, he made it to Daithí before a lot of the guys who were actually on the pitch at the time.

That win marked a special milestone for the old stock at the club – some of them had been waiting 52 years for it to happen – and Jamie understood the weight of the moment. He had tears in his eyes as we collected the trophy. It showed what sport meant to him.

All we spoke about was sport, really. He was a proud Evertonian and I suppose with me being a long-suffering Villa fan, we bonded over the shared hardship. He was exceptionally knowledgeable when it came to soccer and he was a great man for the Premier League trivia. “Name six players who…” The next hour and a half would be spent racking your brain trying to remember obscure nineties footballers like Claus Lundekvam and Carl Leaburn. Some craic.

I don’t know if I’ve ever met someone so generous. He couldn’t do enough for you – he really had a heart of gold. When I got into vintage jerseys during Covid, Jamie dropped a bag with some of his old gear up to the house. Valuable stuff he had found in the attic. He flat out refused to take any money for it. “If you send me money, I’m just going to send it back to you.” And he would say it so confidently and with such conviction, the conversation was over.

He was stubborn like that. He could convince you of anything. He would often tell us that he might not always be right, but he was never wrong. How can you argue with that?

The week before he passed I was speaking to someone about my future plans with my podcast. I said Jamie would be an ideal co-host if he’d be interested. Sadly we never had that conversation. There were many conversations that we never had, and I regret not having all of them.

My heart goes out to Jamie’s parents, Eddie and Mags, his siblings Shane, Michelle and Chantal, his daughter Holly and to all his family and friends.

I hope they take comfort in knowing that regardless of whether we knew him for five minutes or for decades, his memory will live on with us forever. That’s just the kind of impression that Jamie Doolan made.

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Marie Meets: Marie Murphy

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Pedalling kindness and serving smiles

For more than twenty-two years, Marie has been the warm heart of the canteen at Killarney Community College. Every weekday from 9am until 2pm she prepared fresh food from scratch, served generations of students and staff and somehow managed to nourish far more than empty bellies.

“There was never a day that I hated getting up out of bed to go to school,” Marie told me.

Now there’s a sentence you don’t hear every day. I couldn’t help thinking there were probably quite a few students over the years who might not have shared that same enthusiasm for early mornings.

When the school’s Breakfast Club became part of her day, it meant an earlier start, but she never saw it as another job to do. She saw it as another opportunity to be there for the young people walking through the school gates.

Schools are remarkable places because every child arrives carrying a story that nobody else can see. Some bounce through the gates full of excitement while others quietly carry worries far bigger than their school bags. You never truly know what kind of morning a child has had before they arrive. Sometimes all it takes is one familiar smile, one cheerful greeting or one person noticing they’re a little quieter than usual to make the day feel just that little bit lighter.

Marie was that person.

She had an ear to the ground without ever making a fuss about it. She knew when to chat, when to encourage and, just as importantly, when to quietly step back.

By lunchtime, however, there was no mistaking who was in charge.

“I’m sure you could hear me over in the Sem telling the children I’d close the canteen if I didn’t see two clear lines,” she laughed.

Among the many treasured retirement cards she received were messages that read, “Marie, you never did close the canteen,” and another that admitted, “Marie, I think I owe you about €30.”

“There was no backchat from the students,” she said. “I find a ‘Hello, how are you?’ costs a person nothing.”

As a testament to just how much Marie meant to school life, a group of students approached members of the teaching staff looking for photographs of her. They carefully put together a scrapbook filled with memories and presented it to her before she left. It was a gift made not because they had to, but because they wanted to.

Outside school, Marie is almost as well known around Killarney for her bicycle as she is for her sandwiches. She has never driven and happily pedals her way around town in every season. Her trusty basket even sports a homemade rain cover fashioned from a plastic tablecloth because, as any seasoned cyclist knows, you have to be prepared for every forecast.

When she is not cycling, she is creating.

Crochet, knitting, sewing, cooking, Marie simply cannot sit still.

“I always need a project,” she smiled.

During the years she worked evening classes in the school canteen, she longed to join the sewing class herself but could never leave the canteen unattended. Instead, she listened while she worked, picked up what she could, bought herself a sewing machine in Lidl and went home and made herself a skirt. That one skirt was only the beginning.

Family, of course, will now take centre stage.

Marie and her husband Donie have three children, Colm, Alan and Aoife, along with five adored grandchildren. Little Gracie is just six weeks old, while Theo, Noah, Ori and Ailbhe ensure there is never a shortage of fun.

This August promises to be one big family celebration. Aoife will be home from the United States with her family, Alan will travel from Alicante, where he teaches, to celebrate his fortieth birthday, and Colm and his family will make the journey from Cork. Add in Donie’s seventieth birthday and there will be plenty to celebrate.

“We’ll do something small as a family,” Marie smiled, “but I’d love us all to go away together for a night or two.”

Marie may have parked her apron, but don’t expect her to put the brakes on.

Deirdre, one of her colleagues, smiled as she remembered that Marie’s favourite word was “Nowso.”

Karen said the echo of Marie’s infectious laugh will be missed throughout the school.

Marie Keane wished her “a retirement as wonderful as you are.”

Friend and colleague Brian O’Reilly perhaps summed it up best when he said, “Retirement is not the end of the road for Marie. It’s the beginning of a new adventure.”

Retirement may mean the end of Marie’s daily cycle to Killarney Community College, but the kindness she quietly pedalled into the lives of generations of young people over the past twenty two years will continue long after the school bell rings. Every morning she offered far more than breakfast. She offered familiarity, encouragement and the reassuring feeling that someone had noticed them. In a busy school, and in an even busier world, that is a gift beyond measure.

Knowing Marie, retirement won’t slow her down. There will be sewing projects to finish, grandchildren to spoil, bicycles to pedal and plenty of new adventures to enjoy. The bicycle will still be rolling through the streets of Killarney. It will just have a little more time to enjoy the journey.

Photo & Story by Marie Carroll O’Sullivan

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West End House presents ‘By the Bog of Cats’

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The West End House School of Arts will present an upcoming adaptation of Marina Carr’s acclaimed play, By the Bog of Cats, later this month.


The production is directed by Charlie Hughes and will run on July 29 and July 30 at the Great Southern Hotel.

Set in the landscape of the rural Irish bogs, Carr’s play follows the story of Hester Swane, a woman with a deep connection to her land.

Tormented by the memory of her mother who abandoned her, Hester faces further betrayal by the father of her child, leading her on a path of vengeance as her history is revealed.


Tickets for the performances are priced at €20. Bookings can be made online via Eventbrite or by calling 087 13 77 196.

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