Vincent Hogan: McGuinness a leader of sheep
Published 21/11/2011 | 05:00
So you are 27,000 feet above the Atlantic, the seat-belt sign finally dims and you un-buckle, taking the opportunity to stretch your legs. You turn into the aisle and, behind you, for maybe 10 rows either side, all the faces are familiar.
As they catch your eye, people instinctively smile. You are among men who have, essentially, gone to war for you. Now Florida and a hard-earned holiday looms.
So, you are Jim McGuinness, but what do you actually see? Warriors or disappointments?