In April 2010, I travelled from London, where I lived then, to Adare Manor to interview Martin O’Neill. Thanks to the volcanic eruptions at Eyjafjallajökull in Iceland, I made the journey by train, ferry and road but at the end of the interview, it had all seemed worth it. O’Neill was talkative, energetic and curious. At the end of the hour I’d been allotted, he said we would try and find some more time to talk later and even though we never did, I came away from the day thinking what a great guy Martin O’Neill was. So when he…

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