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eat them either. I’ve done nothing but eat since I got home.’
‘Same here,’ answered Dylan. ‘Mam thinks I’ve lost a load of weight. I wouldn’t be surprised with what they serve up to us most days in school.’
‘Ah, it’s not that bad,’ said Eoin.
‘C’mere,’ said Dylan, ‘I laughed meself sick this morning over you.’
‘Why?’ wondered Eoin.
‘Well, you know Caoimhe is mad into making scrapbooks? She has one for Disney characters, and one for pop stars? Well she’s only gone and started one for – Eoin Madden!’
‘Whaaaaat?’ said, Eoin, blushing, ‘that’s a bit weird.’
‘I know, I know,’ laughed Dylan. ‘She said she was starting it for my rugby career – well my one game inthe Aviva anyway – but I got a look at it yesterday and she’s been putting in all your scores and reports – and she’s got nothing on the Under 14s!’
‘That’s very nice of her. I never bothered to do that myself,’ Eoin said.
‘Well, she wants you to call up and sign the cover for her. She’s terrified you’re going to get famous and never come back to Ormondstown. You’re the only celebrity she knows.’
Eoin laughed and snatched the bag containing the remainder of the chips from Dylan’s hands.
‘You snooze, you lose,’ he grinned, taking off down the street at a pace he knew Dylan’s shorter legs couldn’t match.
Eoin zigzagged around the passers-by before hiding behind the statue of a long-dead patriot while Dylan caught up. He spent the time guzzling the last of the chips.
‘Eoin … you brat … don’t do that … again,’ puffed Dylan when he finally arrived.
‘If you hadn’t eaten so many chips you’d have caught me,’ laughed Eoin. ‘Now, where’s this celebrity autograph hunter?’
Dylan turned the key to open the door of his house and announced his presence with a ‘Hi, Mam, I’m home’.
Caoimhe came downstairs first, clutching a large book.
‘Hiya, Eoin,’ she mumbled, ‘would you mind signing my scrapbook?’
‘Of course I wouldn’t!’ said Eoin, ‘Can I have a look at it?’
‘Eh, well … OK,’ Caoimhe replied.
Eoin flicked through the pages. There were a lot of newspaper cuttings on the dramatic end to the Begley Cup final last year, and the even more dramatic happenings outside the playing arena on Lansdowne Road. There were also short reports on this season’s Junior Cup games, and an embarrassing team photo that Eoin didn’t even remembered posing for.
‘Yeeuch,’ he said, ‘I look really gimpy out there on the end of the line. Lucky it was printed so small. And look, they got my name wrong. “Owen Maddren”. Who’s that?’
Dylan laughed. ‘Come on there, big head. They’ll get your name right as soon as you do something to make them notice.’
Eoin grinned and thanked Caoimhe for keeping the cuttings.
‘Can I get a copy of some of those off you?’ he asked. ‘I’ll wait till the end of the season when we’ve won the cup.’
Dylan threw a sock at Eoin and the pair collapsed into another playful brawl on the couch.
Mrs Coonan came in with a plate of still-warm scones and the trio tucked in. ‘Thanks Mrs C,’ said Eoin, ‘We don’t get scones as good as this in Castlerock.’
‘Well I’ll be sending Dylan up with a plastic lunchbox full of them for ye. They’ll last a few days before they get stale. I’m worried about him – are they feeding you up there at all?’
‘Yes, they are,’ explained Eoin, ‘It’s just because Dylan does so much running around at training that he’s so thin.’
Mrs Coonan laughed. ‘Well Eoin, I hope you’re keeping an eye on Dylan and are making sure he does his school work!’
Dylan grinned lamely, ‘Don’t worry about that, Mam. You keep sending up the scones and I’ll keep getting the As’
Eoin looked at his watch and stood up. ‘Thanks Mrs C, that was lovely, but I have to be getting back. See you tomorrow, Dyl. We’ll get the half two bus, OK?’
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‘Same here,’ answered Dylan. ‘Mam thinks I’ve lost a load of weight. I wouldn’t be surprised with what they serve up to us most days in school.’
‘Ah, it’s not that bad,’ said Eoin.
‘C’mere,’ said Dylan, ‘I laughed meself sick this morning over you.’
‘Why?’ wondered Eoin.
‘Well, you know Caoimhe is mad into making scrapbooks? She has one for Disney characters, and one for pop stars? Well she’s only gone and started one for – Eoin Madden!’
‘Whaaaaat?’ said, Eoin, blushing, ‘that’s a bit weird.’
‘I know, I know,’ laughed Dylan. ‘She said she was starting it for my rugby career – well my one game inthe Aviva anyway – but I got a look at it yesterday and she’s been putting in all your scores and reports – and she’s got nothing on the Under 14s!’
‘That’s very nice of her. I never bothered to do that myself,’ Eoin said.
‘Well, she wants you to call up and sign the cover for her. She’s terrified you’re going to get famous and never come back to Ormondstown. You’re the only celebrity she knows.’
Eoin laughed and snatched the bag containing the remainder of the chips from Dylan’s hands.
‘You snooze, you lose,’ he grinned, taking off down the street at a pace he knew Dylan’s shorter legs couldn’t match.
Eoin zigzagged around the passers-by before hiding behind the statue of a long-dead patriot while Dylan caught up. He spent the time guzzling the last of the chips.
‘Eoin … you brat … don’t do that … again,’ puffed Dylan when he finally arrived.
‘If you hadn’t eaten so many chips you’d have caught me,’ laughed Eoin. ‘Now, where’s this celebrity autograph hunter?’
Dylan turned the key to open the door of his house and announced his presence with a ‘Hi, Mam, I’m home’.
Caoimhe came downstairs first, clutching a large book.
‘Hiya, Eoin,’ she mumbled, ‘would you mind signing my scrapbook?’
‘Of course I wouldn’t!’ said Eoin, ‘Can I have a look at it?’
‘Eh, well … OK,’ Caoimhe replied.
Eoin flicked through the pages. There were a lot of newspaper cuttings on the dramatic end to the Begley Cup final last year, and the even more dramatic happenings outside the playing arena on Lansdowne Road. There were also short reports on this season’s Junior Cup games, and an embarrassing team photo that Eoin didn’t even remembered posing for.
‘Yeeuch,’ he said, ‘I look really gimpy out there on the end of the line. Lucky it was printed so small. And look, they got my name wrong. “Owen Maddren”. Who’s that?’
Dylan laughed. ‘Come on there, big head. They’ll get your name right as soon as you do something to make them notice.’
Eoin grinned and thanked Caoimhe for keeping the cuttings.
‘Can I get a copy of some of those off you?’ he asked. ‘I’ll wait till the end of the season when we’ve won the cup.’
Dylan threw a sock at Eoin and the pair collapsed into another playful brawl on the couch.
Mrs Coonan came in with a plate of still-warm scones and the trio tucked in. ‘Thanks Mrs C,’ said Eoin, ‘We don’t get scones as good as this in Castlerock.’
‘Well I’ll be sending Dylan up with a plastic lunchbox full of them for ye. They’ll last a few days before they get stale. I’m worried about him – are they feeding you up there at all?’
‘Yes, they are,’ explained Eoin, ‘It’s just because Dylan does so much running around at training that he’s so thin.’
Mrs Coonan laughed. ‘Well Eoin, I hope you’re keeping an eye on Dylan and are making sure he does his school work!’
Dylan grinned lamely, ‘Don’t worry about that, Mam. You keep sending up the scones and I’ll keep getting the As’
Eoin looked at his watch and stood up. ‘Thanks Mrs C, that was lovely, but I have to be getting back. See you tomorrow, Dyl. We’ll get the half two bus, OK?’
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