Liam Mackey: Throwing the book at Italia ’90
As always, the great man said it best. “I missed Italia ’90,” Con Houlihan confessed. “I was in Italy”.
We all know what the Castleisland Colossus meant, of course. For precisely the opposite reason, I didn’t miss Italia ’90 because I was indeed in Ireland, caught up like the rest of the country in the euphoric madness of what felt like the happiest, most fantastic summer of our lives. (And, for all too obvious reasons, seems even more like that today).



