At the end of August, my club Fingallians were involved in a match against Clontarf. I went up for a ball with an opponent in front of me and as I did, his head clashed with mine, although it wasn’t really my head, it was my face. Later, the surgeons would tell me that it was a freak, an incident they see more in road accidents than on a sporting field, but his head hit me in whatever the opposite of a sweet spot is, fracturing my skull, eye socket, and nose. I had surgery for six hours to repair…

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