WATCH: Highlights of Westmeath's famous 1994 win over Derry

Westmeath GAA has posted highlights on social media of the county's famous 1994 league quarter final victory over the then reigning All Ireland champions Derry in Enniskillen. Click here to view the footage.

The win also inspired local sports journalist and Westmeath super fan Gerry Buckley to rework the words of the Christy Moore classic 'Joxer goes to Stuttgart'

‘Foxie goes to Enniskillen’

(by Gerry Buckley)

[to the air of ‘Joxer goes to Stuttgart’]

‘Twas in the year of ninety four, on a rainy April third,

Rob says “it’s off in Breffni, Enniskillen is the word”,

Asked Sarah “what does Miley say?”, and she says “Hodie God”,

We certainly will need him, or Foxie’ll lose a wad.

The Tribune, Indo and the Press, they don’t give us a hope,

I said we’ll contact Paisley there, sure he’s well in with the Pope,

We headed off from Delvin, sure my stomach was in bits,

I sat on spuds and pears and plums and loads of Granny Smiths.

With every passing pothole, we said we needed pints,

When we hit the Slieve Russell, we were two thirsty clients,

The first two beers were smashing, Foxie says “let’s go have three”,

I said “we’ll miss the football match, we’ll only have to wee”.

When we hit the border, the lights were green, then red,

I said “be careful Foxie, those whores will shoot us dead”,

A soldier here from Leicester says “where are you going, mite?”,

I whispered underneath me breath, “Lord, you’re some dry oul shite”.

We said “we’re playing Londonderry, there’s points as well as goals”,

We entered Northern Ireland, thank God no more potholes,

The WHs were all around, in buses, cars and vans,

From Ballinagore and Ballymore, we have tremendous fans.

At traffic lights near the ground, I said “well blast this booze”,

The lights are green, but we stand still, as Foxie has a snooze,

While in his sleep, he talks aloud, in his advice to Matt,

“Coleman thinks we are the pits, we better have a chat”.

They both agreed on ‘keeper Dermot Ryan straight away,

Ollie, Larry, Ger and Spike are certainties to play,

But exchanges they got heated, the atmosphere is mean,

Matt wanted Jockie Healy, but Foxie wanted Keane.

God, Mattie’s really flipped it now, he’s sure to get the sack,

He’s pleading to bring Georgie Keane and T.J. Finneran back,

Derry start the game like lightning, they plan to dominate,

But a super pass from Ger to Lar leaves a goal on his plate.

Tohill misses from the spot, we’re still there with a shout,

After the break the Westmeath team marches confidently out,

When Murray’s ball is batted down, Fleming bursts the net,

Ger to Lar once again, the green flag you can bet.

Staunton’s on, a super sub, the programme calls him ‘Dave’,

Mark shoots a point, insurance score, this won’t be a close shave,

The whistle goes, all hell breaks loose, the fans invade the pitch,

Foxie’s bets have all come good, on Monday he’ll be rich.

In Cavan later on that night, the Kilmore, tears of joy,

A day that Foxie dreamt of seeing since he was a small boy,

Meath were given quite a game but Louth they spoiled the show,

But back we bounced and now we hope to Division Two to go.

And if you’ve ordered cabbages from Foxie’s fruit and veg,

The RUC they know him well and his truck’s Éire reg,

‘Cos he’s up and down, he brings a load to Delvin in the dark,

Now he’s growing all his vegetables above in Brewster Park!