Moycullen v St Brigid's live score updates from the Connacht final
St Brigid’s 1-16 Moycullen 1-14 On a damp, low-sky afternoon in Dr Hyde Park — the kind that drapes itself over a game and asks who really wants it — St Brigid’s answered with a performance of clarity, conviction and old-fashioned club soul. This was Connacht football at its purest: heavy air, heavy legs, and yet a match lit by the kind of skill that remind you why the club championship stirs something in the Irish sporting heart. The Roscommon champions were pushed to their limits, and at times beyond them, by a Moycullen side who played with all the ambition of a team desperate to add a second title in four seasons. But ultimately St Brigid’s had too much precision — and one footballer who refused to be anything other than magnificent. Conor Hand was that man. Seven points from play in a provincial final is the stuff of folklore, but Ward did it with the casual authority of a man strolling down his own street. Outside-of-the-boot, off either side, under pressure, on the loop — every variety, every angle. If this was club football’s theatre, Hand was its leading man. Moycullen tried man-markers, double-teams, even denying him possession at source. None of it mattered. Around him, the supporting cast shone too. Ben O’Carroll hit four points, three of them from play. Ruaidhri Fallon supplied the moment that split the match wide open: a goal fashioned from instinct and cold courage. Moycullen, to their credit, kept coming. They landed their own punches, closed it to the bare minimum late on, and asked questions of Brigid’s right to the last kick. But on a day when quality rose above weather, above tension, above everything, St Brigid’s found that extra gear champions keep hidden until needed. Club football does this. It is special. This game proved it.
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