There are many who still romanticise the good old days of football and life in inner city Dublin.
Certainly they were more innocent times - doors really were left open, mothers were happy to take a break from their chores to chat over the garden fence and the streets, almost totally free of cars and other dangers, were one big playground.
The game of choice was football. Any open space would do, a patch of green grass or a lane, and the structure of the game would change as players arrived and others left, called in for their tea.
It was on these streets that Giles honed his skills, sharpened his nerve and learned to look after himself.
Doors are locked now. The streets will never be the same again and neither will the players they produce.