Colourful tale of Irish temperament and tans
My neighbour Martin is strong as an ox, as a city friend of mine discovered when he foolishly challenged him to an arm wrestle one night. But what do you expect from a former champion hurler and footballer?
His brother Ger is another GAA golden boy, now coaching the next generation of both genders in those superlative sports.
But maybe there's something he's not telling us - though he certainly isn't keeping it up his sleeve. For like that grand-sized Gaul, Obelix, who fell into a cauldron of magic potion as a baby, which left him with superhuman strength, I'm beginning to suspect that Ger was likewise plonked into a pot of a breakfast cereal that claims to provide central heating for kids. For he regularly parades around in short-sleeved shirts - even in the depths of winter.