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4th November 2019
11:25am GMT

It was a typical November evening up in the Athletic Grounds. Dull, dreary and cold. Bodywarmer weather but that man McManus was as bright as the lights in the early stages and his fourth minute point was one to make jaws drop.
One to lift a team to the sky. One to break a defender's heart and spirit. One to make youngster's dream.
McManus won a hard ball about thirty yards out but he was being well marshalled by some hungry Cross defenders. They hassled and harried. They did enough to knock him off balance and it would have been enough to knock the ball off enough most players.
But McManus sprinted like the clappers of hell. And the ball was in his control and nobody else's.
So with two Cross defenders right on him, Manzie let one rip off the left. You didn't expect it. Running away from the goals, most players would stay running.
You definitely didn't expect it to go over. McManus' shot rocketed into the sky and bombed straight over the bar. It was the work of a magician.
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He went onto slot five more nerve-jangling frees to help his club to a one point victory over Cross.
As for John McEntee, it was a very unusual situation for him, plotting the downfall of the club for whom he's won so much. The tone of his voice afterwards showed it killed him to do it, but he's a competitor too and Clontibret bounce on.
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"I'm still a Crossmaglen man. I'm sorry to see my club losing."
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