‘I don’t like who my son has become since he started playing rugby. He’s full of himself’
The room is absolutely rammers and I’m listening outside the door as various randomers talk s, h, one, t, about me and my famous coaching methods. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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6:29
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6:29
‘There’s no such thing as academic-sporting balance. Not in schools that are serious about being winners’
There’s a meeting. That’s the big news of the day. I’m like, “What kind of a meeting?” And Fionn goes, “Ross, you’re not invited.” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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6:18
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6:18
This is my son now – north Dublin’s leading wine snob
“Here, Rosser,” Ronan goes, pouring me a lorge glass of red, “get yisser laughing gear around that.” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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6:55
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6:55
‘I’m not going to call you Mister anything,’ I tell the deputy principal, and the boys all stort sniggering
So – yeah, no – the kids are all standing around me in a semi-circle and they’re, like, hanging on my every word. And I’m in my absolute element, of course, going, “Today, I’m going to teach you guys a thing or two about passing this beautiful object,” showing them a rugby ball. “Now, can anyone here name some types of passes that we might use in rugby?” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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6:40
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6:40
Honor’s date for the debs is a looker. She clearly takes after her old man in that regord
Sorcha is up to pretty much 90. It’s the night of Honor’s debs and we’re all waiting for her date, Iarlaith – yeah, no, a girl – to arrive. Sorcha’s old pair are here, as well as my old man, then 10 or 11 of Sorcha’s friends and half the Vico Road. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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