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2nd February 2016
09:44am GMT

"We played a League match up in Leitrim one year and my brother Marc, a substitute that day, was behind the goals retrieving balls when someone boomed an O'Neill's that came down with snow on it and caught him on the crown of the head.
"On the way home he admitted not being able to recall being in the dug-out watching parts of the game. Again, we found humour in it, ignorant to the dangers of even something as simple as that."The top of the head, the ear, the back of the thigh... there is no nice place to get hit by a size 5 O'Neills.
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