After The Game by Luke

Until you've seen Bernard Jackman doing a flamenco dance on top of a table in a Croake Park dressing room while the rest of the team sing 'LA la la , La la la, LAY-DEE BOYS, La la la , La la la, LAY DEE BOYS," to the tune of America from West Side story, you haven't lived. It was so funny I forgot how bad the cramps were.
Felipe was hopping around like a demented Argentinian street-hawker getting everyone to sign a ball he had.
"Is that the game ball?" I asked him when he came to me.
"Si. " He said, grinning. " And I have fifteen more, one for each of us."
Never misses a trick.
Gaffney was asking if anyone else had any questions about his game plan at the top of his voice while Michael was telling Isa that if he played like that in the final he'd see to it that he'd never have to pay for a piece of clothing ever again. Shaggy had just picked up Bernard and was giving him a shoulder ride around the room while Johnny Sex kicked empty water bottles of his dome when the door opened and my Cuz walked in from his interview.
He didn't even raise his voice, but he still cut across all the noise.
"Whats this?" he asked.
All of a sudden the only sound was of Bernie clambering down from Shaggys shoulders just as fast as he could.
He looked around at us with his eyes narrowed.
"We haven't won anything yet." He said. " Have we?"
We all looked at our feet.
" All we've done today today is won a game. One game. One game over them. All we've done today is wiped the smile from their faces and made up for THREE YEARS OF HURT. NO MORE LADYBOYS ! "
"NO MORE LADYBOYS !" That was the chant now. Then everyone was cheering and I was dancing a tango on the table with Jackman as if I'd never had a cramp in my life.
Of course, we fell off when he tried to dip me, but luckily we landed on Rocky so no-one was injured.
And all the while, my Cuz just looked on with a satisfied smile, his arm around Rob as if they were the best of friends.