A thank you for the days

NOTWITHSTANDING the one about the risen Lord, it is perhaps the greatest story ever told.

I refer to the strange and terrible saga of the Dublin man who was down in the pub preparing for the shoot-out against Romania in Italia 90 when the call came through from a neighbour that his wife had gone into labour at home.

What was a poor boy to do? Kevin didn’t have to think twice. “Tell her I’ll be up when the penos are over,” he said.