A harvest of gold from Con's rich pickings
When my son was 11, he asked me to read him Lord of the Rings. He loved the part where the wandering hobbits encounter the windswept figure of Strider in a remote inn.
Strider is a mysterious, nomadic figure who underneath his tattered, mud-caked travelling cloak is revealed to be Aragorn, the uncrowned true king.
That same week -- my son sharing my interests of literature and sport -- we watched Shelbourne play Bohemians in Tolka Park. The atmosphere was intense, fuelled by local rivalry.