How to find your GAA soul-mate

BELIEVE it or not, I was once the feckless type of young man who’d only wear a suit when I reached the cup final in Championship Manager 97-98 on the Amiga 1200.

I drank out of wet glasses in strange bars. Cruised around in leathers on my motorbike (chugged into town in Dunnes Stores wet gear on a one-mirrored moped).

I lost phones, jobs, teeth and friends — in the breadth of a typical weekend.