In the Irish, catholic, Christian Brothers Grammar School, gaelic football was king. The McRory Cup was the holy grail that my school, the Abbey CBS, won the year before I started there but then didn’t win it for another 20 years. Soccer was not played by the school but it was played by a lot of the 700 all male pupils. There were several games going on in the yard every lunch time and while that would have been completely forbidden when my father was at school, the iron rule of the catholic church in Ireland was coming to an end. At the the height of it, even the mention of the S word would have got you a hiding from a Priest or Christian Brother. It was nowhere near as bad as that by the time I got to secondary school. We could ask the PE Teacher if we could play the foreign game but 99% of the time the answer would be no. It was either gaelic football or when it was raining, basketball. I had been warned of this by my P7 Primary School Teacher. We had a school gaelic team for the b