!-- Start of StatCounter Code -->

a
Nordrhein Westfalen Exiles GAA  :: Dusseldorf, Germany
a
a

asaaa


a
 Home  a   What is GAA  a  About the Club  a   Humour    a    Gallery  a   Links a  Latest News

a

a



 Headlines

Report from Munich 2004 by Shane O Meara

a  Day 1: Friday.
a  Day 2: Matchday Saturday
a  Game 1: v Paris.
a  Game 2 : Budapest
a  Game 3: v Munich B
a  Game 4: v Luxembourg
a  Game 5: v Munich A.
a  The Finals
a  Player of The Day
a  Würzberg Lads Olli and Eric
a  Hurling
a  The Aftermath


Day 1: Friday
I had offered the services of my little car to get us there and back and the  plan was to head out from Dortmund at about 2 o'clock Friday afternoon with  the hope of avoiding at least some of the Friday evening / holiday traffic. The plan appeared to be running smoothly for all of about 10 minutes when we ran into our first STAU of the day and things went pear shaped from there on  in. With some inspired navigation though on Marks part we managed to make up a bit of lost time and with Murts entusiam for learning the license plate for every region in Germany knowing no bounds the mood in the car remained high. With a couple of near misses with lunatic Dutch holiday makers and the odd girl wanting to flash us we arrived at our destination. Framers and knacker showers were then called into play as everyone was eager to hit the town and quench the thirst bavarian style. Only the most famous bar in Munich would do so we headed straight for the HofbrauHaus. With thoughts of  the big game in the morning though we headed back to our hotel early with only a couple of other stops made along the way.

Day 2: Matchday Saturday
We arrived at a sun drenched pitch in the early hours of Saturday morning and met up up our team mates from Würzburg, Frankfurt, Zurich and one American along for the day. Tactics were quickly discussed as we were penciled in for one of the first games of the day against Paris. The team was planned as follows,

 Goals
Denis Kiely - Würzburg

Defenders
Ed Cullhane & myself - Exiles
Ollie McBrearty - Frankfurt
Trevor Bradna, Tadgh Kelly, Justin Dolan - Würzburg

Midfield
Murt Kelleher - Exiles
Owen McGuire - Würzburg

Forwards
Mark Murphy - Exiles
JP McSherry, Aubrey Dolan, Seamus Lanigan - Würzburg
Eric Kinnarney - Zurich
Sean - USA

Game 1: v Paris
In traditional fashion we got of to a rather shaky start with the lack of training together showing. Paris tried to take full advantage of that but there was a gritty determination to the Düs/Würz outfit that Paris found hard to break down. Scoring was low until Paris managed to score a couple of what can only be described as soft goals and put the game out of our reach.
Our only score of the game came from a fine effort from Murt from a free from midfield. It was hard to suffer another defeat in our first game but it was against stiff opposition and a scoreline without the two goals would have been a more accurate account of the game.Result: Düsseldorf/Würzburg  0-1 :  2-3 Paris

Game 2: v Budapest
With the first game not going our way we were out for an improvement in the second. With Justin and Aubrey finally having arrived our numbers were boosted and gave us some more options on the field. Aubrey took up a place
in attack and along side Mark especially, and helped out well by the others they formed a fast attacking group that always looked likely to score. The backs were running a tight ship and our midfielders of Murt and Owen were starting to dominate that sector of the field. Points were exchanged by both sides but the defining moment in the game came when some quick passes opened up the Budapest defence and was culminated with Mark fisting the ball into an open goal. From then on the game was never in any doubt. Result: Düsseldorf/Würzburg  1-3 :  0-3 Budapest

Game 3: v Munich B
While not the first team there were still a few recognisable faces in the Munich B team and so the blood was well and truly up for this one. With no sympathy shown from our side we hit them hard and we hit them fast and
Munich B had just no response. From the offset our team took control in every section of the field. The backs and midfield not only holding out the Munich attack but forming the basis for numerous attacks of our own. With good quality ball coming in from midfield the forwards starting enjoying themselves and scored some fine goals and points. With the game under
control we took our foot off the pedal for the most of the second half. In this period to quote what a member of the opposition once wrote about us  "a better side would have easily scored more",  but Munich B never threatened. We were at fault for a few missed chances, penalty included, throughout the game and should have won by more but a great result in the end.
Result: Düsseldorf/Würzburg  2-2 :  0-2 Munich B

Hurling
For the hurling confusion reigned throughout. At first we were told it was game on with a Rest of Europe team being form to take on Munich and the hurling specialists Zurich in a 3 team mini tournament. After the first game started with Munich and Zurich we were then told that that plan was out the window and we wouldn't be playing the beautiful game at all. As you can
imagine we were having none of it. There was 6 of us, Murt, Ed, Mark, Tadgh, Owen and myself bursting at the seams to take to the field but with no game allowed what were we to do. I'll tell you what, first off was to get 5 more players to make a squad. These spots were easily filled with 3 girls, Aoife, Aine and Elanor all from Paris showing every bit as much interest in playing as we did. 2 Zurich lads made up the rest of the team. Once the first game was over we took to the field and refused to come off until we were allowed to play. A comprimise was eventually reached and it was decided that our
team would take on a mix of the Zurich and Munich lads in a 15 minute friendly. The game was played with good spirits throughout where we ran out easy winners. Tadgh, Ed, Mark and Murt make up the defence and nothing got through them. Myself and one of the Zurich lads played in midfield with Owen and the 3 Paris girls taking up the attack. Owen notched up a personal tally of 2-1 with the Paris girls tacking on a few points for themselves. When it was coming to the end the ref said he'd stop with the next score. Mark settled the affair with a long range effort after several of us missed a couple of chances. Murt even tried one Corcoran style from his knees, maybe next time.

Anyway back to the football.

Game 4: v Luxembourg
This was one of the tightest games of the day with both teams playing some good football. It was all square at half time, 3 points a pieces and anyones match. This was coming as a bit of a shock to the Luxembourg lads and they made the better start of the second half and managed to stick their noses in front with only a couple of minutes left. We weren't going to let this one slip away that easy though and the whole team knuckled down. The forwards started putting a lot of pressure on the Luxembourg defence and when I went up in support of one attack I managed to get first to a breaking ball in front of the goals and rolled it into the corner of the net. We were back in the driving seat and added an insurance point before the final whistle.
Result: Düsseldorf/Würzburg  1-5 :  0-5 Luxembourg

Game 5: v Munich A
This was the last group game of the day with a place in the final awaiting the winner. It was 50/50 all the way through the first half with a low score of a point a piece, ours coming from a nice score from Murt. In the second half though Munich slowly started to get on top. They won the lions share of the kick outs in this period and we were on the back foot. The backs fought
hard though and held out until 2 minutes from the end when Munich slotted over a point.
Result: Düsseldorf/Würzburg  0-1 :  0-2 Munich A

Finals
I was drinking at this stage so not much to report.Paris won both the mens and womens finals. Congrats to both teams.
Player of the Day
On the day every player put in good performances but one guy stood out amongest the rest, Murt Kelleher. From his position in midfield Murt was basically our best player in every game.

Würzburg Lads, Ollie & Eric
Lads it was a pleasure as usual to take to the field with you all. I hope to see you all again for the next time where we can hopefully go a couple of steps further and win a bit of silverware.

Afterward
With a couple of the big 1 litre beers comsumed as starters the craic at the meal started to flow. With a demonstration of Irish dancing and a rather long winded speech from the Paris captain behind us we headed out to Gunther Murphys were things went from good to better. The night was ended at around 5am but not before we had some good and some bad renditions of the local classics from Tipp, Cork, Limerick etc. It was back to the hotel then to get a few precious hours kip before the long trek home.

 Summary All in all it was a brillaint weekend and while it was our best finish in a tournament to date this will have to go down as the one that got away. We turned a few heads this time and if we can continue to improve a win mightn't be
too far away.

a
Report from Luxembourg 2004 by Paul Donegan

a Game 1 Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 0-1 Barcelona 1-2
a Game 2 Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 2-5 Amsterdam 0-1
a Game 3: Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 0-3 Luxemburg 2-5
a Game 4 Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 0-1 Munich 2-4
a The Aftermath.
a The Pictures

Luxembourg has always been a bit of an enigma.  Crap at soccer yes, but rich in money.  Not quite Germanic yes, but still nowhere near being Gallic.   At 05.30am last Saturday morning in the Rheinische Park, car lot, Düsseldorf Exiles were not debating these finer points, but rather deciding which of two cars would provide the most comfort for some much needed kip.  With Air France f**k ups still fresh in peoples minds, by 06.15 three cars (Frank traveled direct) sped out of the Düsseldorf city limits with the same trepidation that Colm McRae greeted his first Paris Dakar rally. Another assault on GAA European League glory was in half swing at a very sleepy pace.
 
 
The location of this years event was appropriately named Rue de Sport located on the outskirts of Luxembourg. Due to some poor navigating by myself we had some problems reaching our destination but Milan took control of the situation and arrived in style, parking the car very much like Starsky and Hutch use to in Huggy Bears downtown NY den!!
 
By 11.00, the Düsseldorf, Würzburg and Bremen contingent were chomping at the bit ready to steal a march on all comers. Weather conditions were oppressively hot, ground was hard and the crowd as usual was very partisan.    A quick run around, stretch, obligatory team photo, sorting out of positions and the Düsseldorf-Wurzberg-Bremen bandwagon was ready to roll.  
A combination of fair skin and 30 degrees of unrelenting sunshine left the team with no choice but to administer the dreaded Factor Cement (Sunblock!), leaving us looking like zombies from a George A Romero flick!
 
 
Game 1 Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 0-1 Barcelona 1-2
 
Despite soaring temperatures and playing a team who had already played two matches, expectations were high.  With a strong full back line consisting of Tadhg and Tom, fortified by Ali from Bremen in goals, even a clean sheet would not have been a surprise.  However Barcelona are turning into a bogey team for us. They scored what only be described as fortuitous goal after a
mix up in defence.  Their full forward collided with a loose ball and it ended up in the back of the net!! DWB rallied and took control in midfield. Gavin narrowly missed bringing the teams closer and but eventually made up for this miss by kicking a fine point.  With the wind benefiting DWB in the second half Barcelona went against the grain and kicked two further points courtesy of Aussie Marty and a petit Grizzly Adams, who deserved the sporting gesture of a set of BIC razors.  Time was running out and heads were starting to drop.  Final whistle blew. This was a rusty performance with absolutely no luck.  Thats twice now!     We owe these guys a good stuffing!
 
Game 2 Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 2-5 Amsterdam 0-1
 
Running on to the pitch there was a sense a deija vu as half of the Barcelona team were wearing Amsterdam jerseys. Fortunately, our opponents hadn’t deviously spiked our power lunches with LSD.  Amsterdam were simply deprived of key players and had to make do with a few stragglers from Catalonia to make up the numbers. Grizzly Adams was once again to the fore
and chomping on his banana!!  From the offset this was a good game for forwards with acres of room up front.  Points by yours truly and Gavin sent DWB into the ascendancy before Lorcan pounced to finish clinically in front of goal. The clenched fist summed up the determination to make amends for the sloppy start. The second half proved to be a continuation of the second with Gavin to the fore scoring 1-1 from play. Milan made his debut in the Dusseldorf colours, becoming the first German to do so. Welcome to the Hall of Fame Milan.  Paul Larkin and Shane O Meara were effectively controlling the half back line, squeezing the life out Amsterdam’s attack.  Francis was drifting with intent on the half forward line and Lorcan had the better of his taller and wider marker.  With our aim of reaching the semi final the final whistle was sign that DWB would be moving on to the serious matter of
derailing the all conquering Luxembourg team.  More importantly our travelling support of Conor, Gillian, Siobhan, Del and Margrit were given something to cheer about.  Furthermore, our photographer for the day Conor had enough material to fill our yearbook!!
 
 
Game 3: Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 0-3 Luxemburg 2-5
By now legs and arms were starting to sting and the typical lobster jokes were flying around courtesy of the usual amateur comedians.  It was like the community games all over again.  A bit of pre match banter with some of the Munich lads got a bit over the top and we suggested that if they were quick enough they might make the end of the open mike comedy competition in
downtown Luxembourg! (That night the Munich lads could only slag off our dress sense!)  Luxembourg like all good teams chose not to underestimate us.   In our first encounter in Munich last year we shocked the beejaysus out of them and we were denied a draw by some downright incompetent refereeing.   This time Lux really put it up to the brave Exiles, foiling us in middle of
the park with some deft touches, nimble running and no little power running out of defence. We were shagged after only a couple of minutes when slick passing through midfield ended with the ball being dispatched with ease into an empty net.  Injuries were now pilling up with Frank leaving the fray with a dodgy leg while Lorcan was trying to prove to everyone that GAA can be
played with one hand. Common sense prevailed and Lorcan cried off.  Col from Barcelona and Martin from Zurich helped us out of this sticky situation.  In the second half Martin popped up the score two fine points from half back and your truly stuck one over.  Had it not been for the crossbar the scoreboard would have looked more respectable.  In the end Luxembourg showed
too much guile, strength and fitness for Düsseldorf.
 
 
Game 4 Düsseldorf –Würzburg-Bremen 0-1 Munich 2-4
On the back of successive drubbings courtesy of Munich, the time was high to go toe to toe with these lads. Munich might think they are the Hollywood of German GAA –witness team bus on arrival-but at the end of the day they are there for the taking if you see past the bullshit team huddles and hot air. The game started well with DWB taking the lead with a well-taken point
through Gavin.  Munich then stepped up a gear and scored a soft goal, when Ali was left cruelly exposed and Munich centre forward walked the ball into the back of the net.      In the second half inspired play saw the game tip
into our favour but that unfortunately wasn’t to be seen on the scoreboard, as spurned chances continued unabated.  Dogged defending from Tadhg and Tom kept Munich at bay in the second half although they did manage to score another goal.  Paul Larkin departed in the second half and Declan from Barcelona came on help us out in centre field. The final whistle went.
Disappointments all round again at not reaching the semi final stages. „To strive and not to yield“ are words you see and hear very often around success stories. I’m sure Munich have it tattooed on their arses. However, we had no time for such hot air. The weather was great, we were having a bit of craic, there were two finals to enjoy and there were a few beers to be had!!
 
Well done Luxembourg who beat Munich in the final by 2-3 to 0-0 and not forgetting the ladies from Lux who beat Guernsey.
 
The Aftermath
With home victory in the air the night promised to be a seriously good affair.  The Munich lads were in fine form despite losing in the final and had already taken over the Hotel bar.  With plenty of comedians among them they were also trying to make up for their final loss by securing funniest team of the competition award.  Of course Gavin, Lorcan and myself were victims of some serious wit and put up with it so we could get a lift off them into the city centre in their luxury team coach.  True to from the Munich lads dropped us in the middle of nowhere with sore limbs we had had to drag our bodies across the city to the meal.    Lorcan suffering the effect of a later to be diagnosed double break of the arm didn’t see the funny side of this trek. At one point he was seen to be grimacing like a Sumo wrestler with a severe bout of constipation!!    (Sorry Lorcan I know it wasn’t that bad!!)
 
Anyway with an Italian dinner filling a rather large spot in all of out stomachs it was time to march off to the Black Stuff for the post match party. Getting a taxi in Lux proved to be task worthy of inclusion in the Krypton factor with a lift eluding us for the best part of half an hour.
 
By the time we reached the pub, the party was in full swing.  Providing the musical entertainment was a trio, who brought us all back to 1987, when we were getting wedgies from older brothers and cousins! Still their version of „Pride in the Name of Love“ was pretty good.    Despite soaring temperatures and enough sunburnt red faces to set off a skin cancer epidemic the mood was
jubilant.  The Lux team were leading the way slugging champagne out of the winning cup.  Graciously the cup was passed around to all comers. One or two declined on the basis that the cup hadn’t been cleaned in about 20 years. JP and Tadhg were busy doing Eamonn Dunphy impressions reflecting on the days plays "Euorpean GAA is the pinnacle, the torchbearer, the zeitgeist of
Northern Hemisphere Sport."  "Show that again BIll, you see, he's a spoofer" and "The great men of Irish Football Laim Tuohy, Ray Tracey, Johnny Giles, Jimmy Rogers, Luke Kelly amd my mate Bono."
 
By the end of the night tired limbs dictated and the night was called to a halt sometime around 3am.
 
Thanks to everyone who made it to Lux: Shane Gavin, Milan, Lorcan, Frank, Tom, the Wurzburg lads Tadhg, JP and the Bremen lads Ali, Alan and Paul. Also our great supporters on the day: Conor, Gillian, Siobhan, Del, Margrit
 
See you all in Munich!
   
Paul Donegan <> 
Chairman NRW EXiles GAA Club.
a
Report from Paris 2004 by Paul Donegan

Well our first tournament for 2004 is past. All that remain are stiff legs, sore heads, injured shoulders and general bitterness at being denied a place in the pantheon of great Eurpean teams.  Added to that is an impending
liable case against Air France for being downright incompetent and for preventing 5 athletes in their prime, from reaching the tournament in peak physical fitness.  The main honour went this year to the dogged Parisians, who relying on brimstone and no little fire sent the Hague packing with their tales between their legs.


The Flight
The weekend couldn't have got off to a worse start than on Friday evening. We were informed by Monsieur Air France that our flight to Paris has been overbooked and that there was no room on the flight!  At this stage our trip looked like it would up a disaster of Saipanian proportions.  However, some delicate negotiating resulted in a taxi ride to Paris courtesy of those
incompetent bastards Air France.  The taxi ride took about 5 hours and was made more or less unbearable by the driver OLAF who smoked like he had a severe bout of cold turkey.  Beer eluded us at every service station and we
had to be content with overpriced bottles of Evian.   When we reached Charles De Gaulle Paris, OLaf unceremoniously kicked us out of the taxi  and we were forecd to take another ride to the Hotel. Bruised, stiff, shaken and
with morale pretty low, we arrived at ouir Hotel some time around 2.30am on Sarturday morning.  Meanwhile, The Würzburg lads Owen, JP, Niall, Trevor and Dan had arrived safe and sound and had managed to unhatch an ambitious plan
to take Paris by storm!!!!

The Games
After an early rise and the standard high fibre breakfast, the hour long Metro trip to the ground allowed us to take stock and talk tactics.   Our plan revolved around the Rooster (Julian) who with his long experience playing Aussie Rules would be
able to disrupt defences and use his undoubted fielding skills. In simple terms, the reincarnation of The Bomber Liston would be unleashed but without the beard and the cute ass Kerry attitude. The team of Owen, Trevor, Dan, Niall, JP, Shane O Meara, Shane Teehan, Julian, Lorcana and myself was strenghtened by Martin and Stephen from Zurich.


Game 1 v Munich  (A Bum Deal)

a tough start against one of the strongest.  Following tradition we started very slowly and suffered as a result.. By half time Munich had put a fair bit of distance between ourselves.  Some dogged defending by our gallantgoalie, Corkonian Niall, we was unable to stop the onslaught of points and goals.  On the positive side, The Rooster managed to score a point and I got
up to score a goal.   With some satisfaction, we watched ex Dussledorfer Dragons and nearly Exiles player Pat O'Leary pick the ball out of the Munich net!

Final Score Munich 3-5 Dusseldorf/Würzburg  1-1

Game 2 v Bremen (Lucky Escape)

this game proved to be tougher than expected. With Bremen making their their debut in the European League they were hammere d by Paris in their first game.  We caught them on the rebound and they tore into us with a demented
passion.  Luckily, we picked up a few points from frees and put ourselves in front. The match threatened to boil over when I decided to "take out" their main man with a heavy challenge.  Order was restored and Bremen pushed forward aided by two mercenaries from Luxembourg and Paris, causing our defense endless problems. In the end a great performance by Stephen from Zurich and Trevor allowed us to breath a huge sigh of relief.

Final Score Bremen 0-5 Düsseldorf/Würzburg 0-6


Game 3 v Amsterdamm (Amsterdamaged in Paris)
Buoyed by their strong performances against Munich and Paris, Amsterdamm were strong favourites.  Helped by great fielding from the Rooster and good organisation at the back between Martin, Owen, Stephen and Trevor, we were
looking very strong.   Points from Owen, Lorcan and myself put us in a commanding position until the last kick of the game when Amsterdamm salvaged an undeserved draw.  This one really got away.

Final Score Amsterdamm 0-4 Düsseldorf/Würzburg 0-4

 Game 4 v Paris (Je n' regret rien!)

Paris at this stage were on a role.  We were now struggling with injuries.  At this stage I had given up due to a arm/shoulder injury.  Paris dominated midfield and after scoring an early goal never looked back.  Owen managed to
score a fantastic goal which put some element of respectability on the score board. In the end this game was just a bridge too far for the gallant losers.

Final Score Paris 3-5 approx Düsseldorf/Würzburg 1-2

Game 5 v Barcelona (Back to the drawing board)

from the start of the day this one was considered very winable. Furthermore, seeing that their full forward had a pony tail, we weren't exactly quaking in our boots.  From the throw in it appeared to be going true to script with a beautiful goal from NIall.  The two Shanes were stamping their authority on the game and Owen was rampaging up and down the
right wing to great effect. Barcelona looked rattled. Everthing looked rosy for the boys in red and green.  Whatever was siad at half time must have been inspirational, as our oppenents came out possessed and ran us ragged in
the second half. The strain of the long taxi ride from Dusseldorf started to show and we were finding it hard to move up a gear.  In the end a devestating second half from Barcelona left the team flat footed, dejected
and downright pissed off.   All Air Frances fault!

Final Score Barcelona 1-5  Düsseldorf/Würzburg 1-3

A time for Reflection

A shower, a beer and a bit of team banter raised spirits. In no time we were all back on form and enjoying the final between Paris and The Hague. The football was over but there was still a Saturday night to take by storm!

Saturday Night

As with all trips a code of silence veils all nocturnal activities. I refer you all to the Heinrich Heine Allee Accord signed in O Reillys pub at ourlast AGM.   Lets just say that we did our team proud.  Not be out witted by any of the other teams we played a stormer in O Sullivans bar and left all opposition chasing our tails.  From the start, we built a solid foundation
around the bar area which facilitated quick service from the bar staff and also gave us an excellent vantage point to pounce on wandering female prey.Some ingenuity by the Rooster and Shane got us off the mark and at this
stage heads wre starting to turn.  Aided by good decoy running from Shane Teehan and Lorcan, the whole team were given numerous scoring chances, which we had the composure to convert. The gameplan was simple: take your points
and the goals will come.   Trevor and JP were getting involved in some dirty stuff on the dance floor. Bravely backed up by our debutant Dan they took control of this key area and we never looked back. The opposition weredemoralised  and a mass exodus ensued to the Moulin Rouge. Düsseldorf/Würzburg  were now turning the screw and were ready to press home
the advantage.  Unfortunately, due to the humid conditions  and chronic fatigue, the bandwagon came off the tracks. Events were called to a halt and the Hotel was beckoning.  A final flourish failed to matreialise at the taxi
stand due to a strong partisan element and some poor communication.  The lads pragmatically accepted their fate and returned to the Hotel.  However Lorcan showed his true mettle and lasted until the local Parisians were
going down to buys their French sticks for breakfast!

Sunday

Sunday was all about rest, recovery and recuperation.  After bidding farewell to the Würzburg lads we made our way to the Champs Eylese and planted ourselves in a cafe.  The afternoon went very quickly as The Rooster
told some great yarns about his adventures in the Far East. By 9.00pm the plane was taking off and we're all relieved to have a seat!!! Looking out over the illuminated Paris skyline  a collective tinge of regret was felt: "If only Air France had got their shit together on Friday"!!


Thats all for now. We'll be in touch about training after Easter,  The next target is Luxembourg on 29th May. Thanks to Shane, Shane O'M, Lorcan, Julian, Owen, JP, Niall, Trevor, Dan, Martin and Stephen for the commitment, good spirits and never say die attitude on the pitch!

Slan

Paul Donegan

Nord Rhein Westfalen Exiles
a
Thanks to Paul Donegan.
The club would like to wish our former chairman and workhorse midfielder, Paul Donegan all the best in his new job in London.  Since arriving in Dusseldorf Paul has helped to keep the club going and has been an integral part of the team.  We wish him well and hope to see him in the Exiles shirt in the near future.
a
Milan makes history
Milan has became the first German to play for the Exiles in a European competition.  Having joined the club never having played Gaelic sports before, he has now make his debut and we look forward to seeing him make many more appearances in the Exiles shirt.  In the meantime we wish him good luck in his job in Scotland and look forward to his return.
a
The Rooster takes flight

The infamous "Rooster" aka Julian Clark after some detours has made his way back to Sydney.  Julian made a few start appearances for the Exiles in the full forward line and will be missed not only for the high fielding displays but the quick one liners.  Julian provided a line between the Düsseldorf Lions Aussies Rules club and the Exiles and was always up for a game.

We wish the Rooster all the best, and hope to see him back some time.
a
Tournament Report  - Amsterdam 2004
<< on the way >>

a
Ed heads home
Another one of the Bochum 3 has departed.  Ed, who was one of the best performers in the last two competitions has gone back to Ireland.  We wish Ed all the best with the studies and good luck.


a