Letters: A true centre of excellence
Those of us with snow-white temples and relying on hipflasks to get us through as the easterly wind blew into Lansdowne Road used to live off the exploits of Moss Keane and Willie Duggan.
Two giants who bestrode the rugby landscape with devil-may-care attitudes to authority or their own well-being on the pitch, they gave it a lash.
When professionalism came, few thought that seeds of hope would flourish in the hallowed precincts of Dublin 4. Discipline, dedication, determination, these words in the old days only came alive in the apres-match rush to be the first to the bar .