There is old cine camera footage of Lisa Fallon which tells the story of how her life was destined to be dominated by football. Her grandad Tony managed Palmerstown Rangers and her uncles played on the team. Sunday dinners were shaped around the result of these matches. There was harmony if the team had won but “sprouts would be flying” if they’d lost. Yet it is the old grainy footage which makes sense of everything now. In it, her grandfather is patrolling the sideline, his hands behind his back “like Dinny from Glenroe”, and behind him there is another presence…

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