The ghost on the sidelines
The maddest days I remember were back when we were actually allowed into dressing-rooms themselves after the final whistle of the All-Ireland final. We had to beat our way into the dressing-rooms; whatever county had won you had the impression that half of the county had managed to get into the dressing-room.
YOU KNOW him. He flickers on the edge of your attention when you watch the big games on television; come championship Sunday, he’s glimpsed flanking a winning manager who’s about to share his thoughts on victory.