Stephen Greene (hurler)|Stephen Greene

Stephen Greene was the kind of man who lived life with a hurley in one hand and a heart full of laughter in the other. Born in 1945, Stephen’s love affair with hurling began early, and it never truly ended. Whether he was tearing up the pitch for Mount Sion or donning the blue and white for Waterford, his grit and flair were legendary. But more than the trophies or the thrills, Stephen cherished the camaraderie—the post-match pints, the banter with teammates, and the way the roar of the crowd could lift him sky-high. He’d often say, “A good game’s a gift, but sharing it with your mates? That’s the real win.” At home, Stephen was a devoted husband, father, and grandfather, the kind of man who’d sneak his grandkids extra sweets and tell them stories about “the old days” until bedtime. His wife, Mary, was his rock for over fifty years, and their love was the quiet, steady kind that doesn’t need fanfare. Family dinners were his happy place, where he’d regale everyone with tales of matches won and lost, always ending with a twinkle in his eye. He had a gift for making people feel seen—whether it was a young hurler he mentored or a neighbor who needed help with their garden. Stephen’s passions stretched beyond the GAA pitch. He was a fierce competitor in the garden, coaxing roses and tomatoes from the soil like magic, and he never met a puzzle he couldn’t solve or a crossword he couldn’t conquer. His laugh was infectious, and his kindness was boundless. To know Stephen was to know someone who believed in second chances, in hard work, and in the power of a well-timed joke. He leaves behind a legacy of love, not just in the records he set but in the countless lives he touched—teammates who called him “coach,” friends who called him “brother,” and a community forever grateful for his spirit. Stephen passed