Clare is Way Better!

Arguing about GAA

"Donegal is way better!" Ms. Moore exclaimed as she walked down the corridor with her friend, Mr. Murphy.

"No! No way, Clare is way better!" Mr. Murphy exclaimed, "Clare's clearly the better team!"

"Dude, don't be an eijit," Ms.Moore said stopping and turning to face Mr. Murphy, who was also turned to her, "Donegal are way better!"

"Listen, Jamie," Mr. Murphy said gently, "everyone knows Clare is better than Donegal."

"Maybe, in an alternate universe!" Jamie exclaimed, her Louth accent quite strong at this point, "But everyone in this universe, human, animal and plant knows Donegal is far better than Clare!"

Students were stopping in the corridor and watching the argument in amusement, many placing bets on the outcome of the argument. Students were very used to the strange and amusing arguments Ms. Moore and Mr. Murphy often had in the corridors.

Some bet that Ms. Moore would punch Mr. Murphy, others bet that the argument would be broken up by Mr. Berrill. Several bet that Ms. Moore and Mr. Murphy would finally kiss. One student bet that Mr. Berrill would kiss Ms. Moore while breaking up the argument.

"Listen, you stupid woman," Mr. Murphy shouted taking a step closer to Ms. Moore, "I respect you hugely as a person and as a woodwork teacher, but you clearly don't know anything about sport."

The students grinned and a few sucked in a breath at that. Now the insults would begin. Everyone knew that the two of them never meant what they said to each other during the arguments.

"Maybe your stupid Clare mind can't comprehend the fact that Donegal have a way better team!" Jamie shouted back at Mr. Murphy, stepping closer to him as she glared up at him.

"Donkey, explain this to me, how can Donegal be better than Clare?" Mr. Murphy shouted back at her, "How? Clare have got Domhnall O'Donovan and Shane O'Donnell as players. Davey Fitz is their manager!"

"Donegal have Neil McGee, Michael Murphy and Colm McFadden!" Jamie exclaimed, "All they need is Kieran Donaghy and James O'Donoghue and they'd be absolutely unbeatable!"

"Yeah, but they don't have Donaghy or O'Donoghue!" Mr. Murphy argued, "So they aren't unbeatable!"

"They're still far better than Clare can ever be!" Jamie replied.

They both glared at each other and the students held their breaths, wondering what the outcome would be and wondering if it would be bad enough that they would start insulting the other person's county.

"Jamie, Robbie, calm down," Mr. Berrill said, walking through the crowd of students and over to his best friends, "now, what sport are ye talking about?"

"Robbie said that Clare's hurling team is better than Donegal's Gaelic team," Ms. Morre said, glaring at Mr. Murphy.

Mr. Berrill face-palmed and looked at his friends, Jamie looked like she might punch Robbie, while Robbie seemed to be fighting back a smile.

"Right, listen ye pair of muppets," Mr. Berrill said in amusement, "Robbie's correct, Clare would beat Donegal in a hurling match, but Jamie's right when she's saying Donegal would beat Clare in a Gaelic match."

As Jamie looked like she was going to say something, Mr. Berrill gently cupped her face with his hands and kissed her. The students wolf-whistled before handing over the money they had bet to the only winner and walked to their lunch rooms or the canteen.

Mr. Berrill slowly pulled away from Jamie, smiling at her as the student who had won the bet walked over to the three of them.

"You're not a bad kisser," Jamie said grinning at Mr. Berrill.

"Not too bad yourself," Mr. Berrill said, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"So, what were our winnings, minion?" Jamie asked the student, who happened to be Robbie's younger cousin, Colm McTavish.

"Well my loveliest cousin, we've won sixty euro," Colm answered, giving twenty to Jamie, twenty to Mr. Berrill and splitting his money with Robbie.

Robbie then went off to the canteen to get his lunch. As soon as Mr. Berrill, Robbie and Jamie walked into the staffroom, Jamie had run to their table and plonked herself down beside Mr. O'Callaghan as she stole his cup of tea.

"Hey Jamie, you know I was only joking about the fact that you don't know anything about GAA," Robbie said, sitting down on Jamie's other side as he stole a biscuit from Mr. O'Callaghan.

"'Course," Jamie replied, "sure I know more about GAA than you do."

"Watch it," Robbie said warningly, "I haven't had my cup of tea yet, you won't want to push me."

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. There'll be more! MUWHAHA!!