Big Apple to the very core

Tuesday night training session in the Bronx. The whistle blows and powerful New York full forward CJ Molloy stiff arms his marker and shoves him away.

“That’s what you like to see,” chuckles his father Connie, his gentle Donegal accent barely impacted by 30 years in the US.

His passion for the game hasn’t dwindled either. Which isn’t unique, of course. Almost every expat develops a deeper grá for the Association the longer they’re exiled. It’s just that Molloy is one of those rare creatures who has decided to channel his passion in the correct way.