Tobin brothers in arms ready for battle

A WEEK to the All-Ireland final, side by side they stroll into the restaurant, the brothers Kevin and Pat Tobin, not a bother on them, chatting, smiling, as comfortable together as bacon and eggs, as different as bacon and eggs.

Pat, the younger, is the crispy, crackly one, the livewire built for speed; Kevin is the more solid, more settled.

“Kevin is built more for the longer journey,” grins Pat, a nod towards his brother’s powerful frame, “In a straight race, he’d take me if we were going down to the shop, a mile down the road.” “Maybe,” agrees Kevin, “But if it’s to the next-door neighbour’s, I’d just give it to him!”