‘How does this sound? The O’Carroll-Kelly Institute of Rugby!’
‘Why is there no O’Carroll-Kelly building?’ the old man goes, referring to UCD
When I show up, the old man is sitting there with Ronan, drinking what was presumably once a lorge brandy
The old man asks me to meet him in his usual Horseshoe Bor. He says he’s got something he wants me to see. When I show up, he’s sitting there with Ronan, drinking what was presumably once a lorge brandy. I notice a big roll of paper – it’s kind of like a map? – on the table in front of them.
“Kicker!” the old man goes. “Wonderful win for Leinster at the weekend, eh? I imagine you took more than a few notes in that famous strategy book of yours!”