He went to Knockbeg, and worked in insurance. The reporting was a sideline for him. There used to be a place on DāOlier St called Dinty Moores which used to serve some of the cheapest food in Dublin. Mick had his lunch there every day.
tell us that yarn again about how you stop outside the door of your grandmotherās house on the way to midnight mass on christmas eveā¦ it was an enjoyable oneā¦
When Laois won Leinster in 2003, Croke Park went insane. Ian Fitz took the trophy from Leinster vice chair Liam O Neill, and well, we never thought weād see the day to be honest. Micko hung around for the speech, and the presentation, but once he got back down pitchside, he disappeared down the tunnel. Turned out after, he was found in a small room under the Cusack with a few stewards, drinking tae and eating a kitkat.
Job done.
Legend.
The great pity was, that Micko didnāt come to Laois 5 years earlier. The game was changing in '03, Tyrone were about to swarm Kerry and GAA would never be the same again. The game had changed man. Game had changed.
Laois had the talent, and they had it 5 years earlier too. What might have been.
Still, it was fucking great fun in the mid 00ās. Iād change nowt.