Stevie McD tells a story about how himself a few boys went for pints after an Ulster Final once. McGeeney and McGrane met them before training on the Tuesday night, told them in no uncertain terms what they did was out of order, and then instructed the rest of the squad to make shite of the drinkers for the entirety of the nights training session.
And people say McGeeney is a joyless fuck, wherever would they get that impression.
I had the displeasure of meeting a bunch of those unhappy joyless fucks one night. I thought I was a miserable cunt till I came across them. Holy fuck.
There’s a fable about McGrane texting the dietician about some dessert he was contemplating eating one time. He must’ve been a bit dim too.