Jack: Master of many trades

I’M sitting at a small table in a restaurant in Castleisland with the most influential man in Kerry football over the last ten years for company.

Somewhere quieter would be better, more conducive to conversation, but he’s not biting. He’s guarded, agitated, and typically irascible.

“It’s not Khrushchev and Kennedy, we’re not here to discuss the Bay of Pigs, are we?” says Jack O’Connor. And then he breaks out into a hearty laugh. “Christ, where did I pull that one from? I can’t even spell Khrushchev. I surprise myself at times.”