IMAGINE the scene: Jack Charlton arriving in Dublin airport a few years ago, mobbed by small children, sentimental grannies and men old enough to know better, all just wanting an autograph or a few words with the man himself about his army. Now cut to the bustling arrivals hall on Monday morning last and a forlorn Mr Charlton, standing on his own, almost unmobbed.
Mind you, it might be worth reflecting on just bow many small boys and mid life crisis men would besiege Mick McCarthy right now...