Boys in green bear no resemblance to heroes of yore
Jostling for attention there? Try the occasion I was sent to cover a Gaelic football game a couple of years ago. Early on I almost blurted out: “Why’s the keeper not taking the kick-out from the edge of the small square?” Another candidate for inclusion? The evening in Limerick when I sat down with Conor O’Shea and, as a warmer-upper, asked how he was enjoying life at the RFU.
“It was great but I’m gone out of there a year now,” was the reply (that was a long half-hour: O’Shea was kindness personified, but do you know how much sweat a man can shed in the aftermath of a gaffe like that?). No, this is not on that level, though given the context it’s up around there.
