Declan Lynch remembers his friend John 'George' Byrne, a true original
I knew George in another lifetime, when we were roaming wild.
The images that came back to me last week were full of laughing and drinking and music and football, perfectly encapsulated on the day that George and I and Arthur Mathews went to the International Bar near the Hot Press offices to watch Bulgaria playing Scotland, that mad day when Scotland scored a late winner and Ireland somehow qualified for Euro 88.
We got through the torment of the last three minutes of that game when Arthur came up with a formula - "three minutes, that's about as long as Teenage Kicks by the Undertones". And so the three of us "played" that record in our heads, and apparently it worked.