Listening to Paul Wallace tell his story, you’re reminded of how bad Irish rugby was during those years when he was very, very good. The 1990s was a disastrous decade – and Wallace emerged in the middle of it. Perhaps there was something cruel about the fact that he hit a downward spiral just as the century turned and the good times lay up ahead. He walks into a meeting room he has booked in serviced offices at Earlsfort Terrace, Dublin with a little bit of a hobble. Nothing very noticeable, but it’s been 23 years since he was last…

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