Billy Morgan (Gaelic Footballer) - Biography

Biography

Billy Morgan was born in Douglas on the south side of Cork city in 1945. He was born into a household that, ironically, had a strong hurling tradition. Both his parents hailed from Galway and, from an early age, Morgan’s dream was to play hurling for Cork. Over time, however, he became interested in Gaelic football. Morgan was educated at the famous Coláiste Chríost Rí school and later attended nearby University College Cork. Here Morgan made a name for himself as a good goalkeeper and established himself as a key member of the university’s football team. In 1966 he won a coveted Sigerson Cup winners’ medal as UCC defeated University College Galway (UCG) in the inter-varsities tournament. A second consecutive defeat of UCG in 1967 gave Morgan a second Sigerson Cup title.

Morgan later worked as a secondary school teacher, before travelling to New York University in the early 1980s to complete a masters degree in physical education. He also ran a pub in the centre of Cork city for a period and he currently works as a financial adviser with his son Brian Morgan and with his nephew William Morgan. Both of these younger Morgan’s have followed in Billy’s football footsteps and have enjoyed much success with Nemo Rangers. Morgan’s second son, Alan Morgan, also plays football with the club.

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