At the edge of a tradition (3)
It’s not often that parties in my world start at 7.30 am these days. Perhaps years ago when I was following Irish soccer and time
It’s not often that parties in my world start at 7.30 am these days. Perhaps years ago when I was following Irish soccer and time
My interest in soccer died when Jack Charlton retired as manager of the Republic of Ireland team. When players started earning obscene sums of money
I was born Irish and I’ll die Irish. My nationality is something I used to take for granted. Being Irish wasn’t an issue. It simply
A fever is approaching the edge of Europe. Hovering on the outskirts, it is gathering momentum ready to make a full-on assault on 8 June