Sarsfields GAA (Kildare) - Sons of Sarsfields & Marble Arch

Sons of Sarsfields & Marble Arch

Sons of Sarsfields, originally based in Roseberry near Newbridge College a mile outside the North-Eastern end of the town was founded by W. P. O'Sullivan in 1897. The club is now basaed at Rickardstown, Newbridge. The club was an amalgamation of players from other GAA clubs who decided to group together and form a stronger team to take on the challenge of the 'mighty' Clane who dominated Kildare GAA at the time. Roseberry, Sons of Sarsfields beat Naas in the 1904 county finals and won seven titles in succession, losing just five of their 47 championship ties in that period. St Conleth’s fielded a football team after several Roseberry players defected to them in 1919. Another club, Marble Arch was founded in the 1920s, swept through the Junior Championship and lost the infamous 1932 Intermediate final to Castledermot. In 1933 Marble Arch won the Intermediate and Roseberry, Sons of Sarsfields the Junior championships.

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