Mattock determined to write own script

Mark Gallagher looks at how Reilly put the boys from Collon firmly on the map

THEY are only a typo away from being a group of octogenarian lawyers who spend 45 badly-acted minutes each week cross-examining hapless youths to the delight of pensioners everywhere. Now, that would really cause a stir in the Leinster club championship. The Matlock Rangers, by day, beating teams like Moorefield. By night, putting young people in their place-behind bars.

The name’s Mattock though, not Matlock. And despite a club championship that could have used old Ben’s sly courtroom tricks and theatrical methods of defence (particularly in Leinster), it takes a fanciful flight of grey matter to imagine Grandpa Simpson and his cronies from Springfield nursing home in Navan tomorrow, wheezing at the top of their lungs, “Maatttock! Maaattock!”