When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.”
“As usual the handshake was firm, the smile warm and the gratitude sincere. Again it struck me how bizarre that the man thanking me for being a decent cricketer was the most admired statesman in the world, that it should be me expressing appreciation to him for what he had done for South Africa. President Nelson Mandela prefers to encourage South Africans to be leaders in their own personal fields, rather than have the spotlight turned on him and that’s why he was so gracious to me on the night of 15 August 1997. I had flown back to South Africa for a special moment in my career and my life.”
“Among all my bright memories of the most dramatic climax ever produced by a European Cup final, there is an equally vivid recollection of a quiet moment a few hours before the Nou Camp exploded into delirium. I was making my way to the team coach at Manchester United’s hotel in the coastal resort of Sitges, about to begin the short