It’s no breaking news that Bohs are set to take a (hopefully) brief hiatus away from the spiritual home of Irish football…
The club has called Dalymount Park its home for 116 years, during which legends, both home grown and international, musical and sporting have taken to the hallowed field. A crumbling stadium it may stand now, but to me as a Bohs fan it retains the glorious hue of a certain era of football stadia as I’ve spoken about here before. The terraces, the tea shop, the tin roofs and the towering floodlights all reminiscent of the glory days of football in this city.
That this coming season may be the last in Dalymount as she stands now is a bitter sweet feeling for many. That the club needed to finance a crippling dept is indisputable, as is the simple fact that as beautiful as it is to me and many others, to move forward requires a ground capable of accommodating same. With this in mind, some of the good people at Bohs have produced the video below, aimed at getting people involved in the club for the last year of the old Dalymount.
Words from Dan Lambert and Poet-in-Residence Lewis Kenny, reminding us that this is in fact the end of an era in an ever changing city.
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At 2pm, Saturday January 28th at Dalymount Park, Bohemian FC will host a talk on the life of Harold Sloan and the experiences of some of the dozens of former Bohemians during the First World War. Speakers at the event will include Pádraig Yeates, Ciaran Priestley, and Gerard Farrell, who has researched the war experiences of a number of other prominent Bohemians from history.
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Donal
Ciarán
Sam
Come Here To Me! 
‘After changes upon changes we are more or less the same’ – S&G
There used be a terrace in front of the main stand. If you were at the bottom of it you were maybe 3 feet or more below the level of the pitch. I stood there in the constant rain of the cup final in ’78 watching Rovers beat Sligo. I was in Sligo a couple of years ago with my Pat’s supporting young lad to see them win the league by beating Pat’s 3-2 and got talking to a local old boy who’d also been there in ’78. That terrace is long gone.
In ’79 On the October Bank Holiday I stood on the terrace opposite the main stand watching Ireland come back from 2 down to beat the USA. The flagpoles were beside the Shed and the American one was pulled down and burnt. That terrace is gone now too.
I watched the centenary game against Celtic in 1990 on the main terrace with a load of Glaswegians one of whom sold me a spare at face value – they were over to see who their new signings were. The left full came across to take a throw, “Number Three – What’s your name!?!” That section is now seated and closed.
Occasionally I go to the away end for games – usually if Pat’s are involved. Usually I remember the mildew that ends up all over your coat from the away seats so we stick to the main stand (as the other young lad is a Bohemian).
It’s changed and shrunk and changed again but of all the grounds I’ve been to here or across the water in Britain or Europe this is the one.
Many’s a cold Friday night spent in Phibsboro watching Fred Davis Gerry Daly, Gerry Ryan,Mick Martin et all, great team,great times.
Saw Ireland beat a very good French team 2-1 in the same venue, what a night. The place was jam packed, Dunphy got booed when he was introduced as a substitute that night.i think Ray Treacy scored the winner that night with a wonderful header. i was actually carried out by the crowd at the end without my feet being on the ground. health and safety me arse.
Sweey memories.