To be honest I only thought of it because I was having coffee with him the other day and he said "Did you see all this shit with DJ Carey?" and the man is impossible to buy a present for.
He lives for three things; sport (mainly soccer), walking miles every day and watching his grandson play soccer*.
Some days I wish he went back on the drink so I could just hand him a bottle of whiskey and make my life easy.
*Recent touch-line conversation with my father whilst watching my nephew's team.
"He's a good centre-half, isn't he? Shame you never played football."
"Eh... I did play football. I played for the same team. Centre-half as well"
"I don't remember that. You weren't any good though, I'd say. I'd remember otherwise."
If he does read sports books that's a start but I reckon the homes of Ireland are full of unread sports biographies bought by children for their fathers.
Someone got my father a biography about Sean Og years ago and it's still gathering dust at the bottom of a wardrobe at home
He'd read the Examiner from cover to cover but never open a book.




