Making a name in the business world after final whistle

IN 1992 my father fired myself, my brother and two cousins into a car as a long, wet Sunday yawned in front of us.

From there we beat our way towards the capital, clogging the not-yet bypassed arteries of Monasterevin, Abbeyleix and Durrow. A clutch of tickets for Cork City’s FAI Cup final against the mighty Bohemians sat on the dash.

We sat through a dour game, high in the West Stand, before the Bohs captain Paul Whelan — brother of Liverpool and Ireland legend Ronnie — lifted the cup, thanks to a single Dave Tilson goal. We were thrown into the car again and sang all the way home anyway.