Jimmy Barry-Murphy - Personal Life

Personal Life

Coming from a family of six - including brothers John, Denis, Barry and sisters Miriam and Frances - Barry-Murphy was born into a family steeped in hurling tradition. His granduncle, Dinny Barry-Murphy, was the most successful of the family. He captained Cork and won four All-Ireland titles in the 1920s and 1930s. His grandfather, Finbarr Barry-Murphy, also played with Cork while his father, John Barry-Murphy, won an All-Ireland title in the junior grade with Cork in 1940.

Barry-Murphy was educated at Colaiste an Spiorad Naoimh in Bishopstown. He currently works as a director for Southern Business Finance where his colleagues include All-Ireland winners Dinny Allen and Brian Murphy.

Barry-Murphy is married to Jean Kennefick, daughter of All-Ireland-winning captain Mick Kennefick, and they have four children - Brian, Deirdre, Ann and Orla.

Apart from Gaelic games he has a major interest in greyhound racing and is a director of Cork Greyhound Stadium.

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