Oh, how my chest puffed up, when mere mortals and mere Leinster guys that were sharing my pub space were thinking the same as me.
Oh, how I leaned forward to catch every throw, to pick up every ball, to kick every ball.
To quote from many, many moons ago, ‘If you prick me, do I not bleed?’
Oh, I bleed.. and when I do, it’s a rich, rich colour of red.
So, for purely selfish reasons, I had to update this post. Those steely eyes! That strong jawline. That manly chest!