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1950-2000”, or whatever it is you’re doing.’
Rory looked sheepish. ‘Ah look, history isn’t my subject at all – and I found a deadly website that has done all the work on it.’
‘You’d better not get caught,’ Alan warned. ‘Mr Lawson doesn’t seem to be much crack, and if McCaffrey findsout you’ll be in serious trouble.’
‘Ah sure, I’m only doing it because I have to,’ laughed Rory. ‘I don’t expect to get picked to go to the RDS. I don’t want to be spending all my time there stuck at a stand answering boring questions – I want to be around the hall having the crack with the young ladies.’
The boys wandered back to class.
‘Is Dylan still blanking you?’ Eoin asked Rory.
‘Yeah,’ he replied. ‘But I’m not too worried.’
‘Ah, look, he’s not a bad lad at all,’ said Eoin. ‘He’s a bit chippy, but he’s decent. I hope you can sort it out.’
‘It won’t be sorted until I break my leg and he gets my No. 9 shirt,’ said Rory. ‘I’m not bragging, but I’m playing really well this year and there’s no doubt the extra competition is the reason why.’
Eoin agreed, and took his seat for Mr Lawson’s history class.
The teacher handed Eoin some print-outs about Dave Gallaher and they discussed how his project was going.
‘Photographs are important too, and any memorabilia you can lay your hands on,’ he told Eoin. ‘That’s not going to happen easily with a subject from the wrong side of the world and nearly a hundred years dead, but have a look on the internet for some pictures anyway.’
He addressed the whole class. ‘Next week is half-term ,and I don’t expect you to spend
all
your free time working on the project – but I do want to see some progress when we meet again on Monday week. Spend an afternoon or two on it, and you won’t be rushing as the deadline approaches.’
As they left the classroom, Eoin caught up with Dylan.
‘Hi, Dyl, how are you getting home tonight?’ he asked. ‘My dad is collecting me and he’ll be on his own so there’ll be plenty of room. I rang him last night and he said it would be OK.’
Dylan looked at him with darkened eyes.
‘I’ll be fine, Madden, don’t you worry about me,’ he snarled.
Eoin backed off. ‘OK, I just thought you might be stuck. The bus would be no fun tonight in this weather.’
Dylan turned his back on Eoin and stormed off towards the dormitory.
CHAPTER 23
E oin’s dad was a bit surprised to hear that Dylan wasn’t taking a lift home to Ormondstown, but decided to lay off the subject when he saw Eoin’s reaction .
On the way down they discussed how the term had gone, and Eoin explained about his history project.
‘Gosh, that sounds very interesting. It’s funny, I’ve never been that interested in rugby, but Dave Gallaher is a name I do remember hearing,’ said his dad.
‘Well Mr Finn said that Grandad knew something about him. I’ll have a chat with him over the weekend,’ said Eoin.
As they neared Ormondstown, Eoin decided to broach the subject of his classmate once again.
‘Dad, have you ever heard anything around townabout Dylan or his family. He’s blanked me recently for no reason, and he refused to take a lift tonight. There’s something not quite right there – he’s not a bad lad at all, but he flies off the handle when he doesn’t get his way …’
‘I’m not sure, Eoin,’ replied his father, ‘Families are funny things at times, and I’m not sure Dylan’s is the happiest. I’ll try to get to the bottom of it, but remember – it isn’t something he’d thank you for getting involved in. You should seek him out this week for a kick-about and see what comes of it.’
Eoin’s mum was outside the house when the car pulled up. She hugged her son and fussed over him as she helped him carry his bags inside.
‘You’ve lost weight, Eoin. Are you eating properly? I hope you’re not training too hard.’
‘Ah, Mum, I’m fine,’ he shrugged.
Rory looked sheepish. ‘Ah look, history isn’t my subject at all – and I found a deadly website that has done all the work on it.’
‘You’d better not get caught,’ Alan warned. ‘Mr Lawson doesn’t seem to be much crack, and if McCaffrey findsout you’ll be in serious trouble.’
‘Ah sure, I’m only doing it because I have to,’ laughed Rory. ‘I don’t expect to get picked to go to the RDS. I don’t want to be spending all my time there stuck at a stand answering boring questions – I want to be around the hall having the crack with the young ladies.’
The boys wandered back to class.
‘Is Dylan still blanking you?’ Eoin asked Rory.
‘Yeah,’ he replied. ‘But I’m not too worried.’
‘Ah, look, he’s not a bad lad at all,’ said Eoin. ‘He’s a bit chippy, but he’s decent. I hope you can sort it out.’
‘It won’t be sorted until I break my leg and he gets my No. 9 shirt,’ said Rory. ‘I’m not bragging, but I’m playing really well this year and there’s no doubt the extra competition is the reason why.’
Eoin agreed, and took his seat for Mr Lawson’s history class.
The teacher handed Eoin some print-outs about Dave Gallaher and they discussed how his project was going.
‘Photographs are important too, and any memorabilia you can lay your hands on,’ he told Eoin. ‘That’s not going to happen easily with a subject from the wrong side of the world and nearly a hundred years dead, but have a look on the internet for some pictures anyway.’
He addressed the whole class. ‘Next week is half-term ,and I don’t expect you to spend
all
your free time working on the project – but I do want to see some progress when we meet again on Monday week. Spend an afternoon or two on it, and you won’t be rushing as the deadline approaches.’
As they left the classroom, Eoin caught up with Dylan.
‘Hi, Dyl, how are you getting home tonight?’ he asked. ‘My dad is collecting me and he’ll be on his own so there’ll be plenty of room. I rang him last night and he said it would be OK.’
Dylan looked at him with darkened eyes.
‘I’ll be fine, Madden, don’t you worry about me,’ he snarled.
Eoin backed off. ‘OK, I just thought you might be stuck. The bus would be no fun tonight in this weather.’
Dylan turned his back on Eoin and stormed off towards the dormitory.
CHAPTER 23
E oin’s dad was a bit surprised to hear that Dylan wasn’t taking a lift home to Ormondstown, but decided to lay off the subject when he saw Eoin’s reaction .
On the way down they discussed how the term had gone, and Eoin explained about his history project.
‘Gosh, that sounds very interesting. It’s funny, I’ve never been that interested in rugby, but Dave Gallaher is a name I do remember hearing,’ said his dad.
‘Well Mr Finn said that Grandad knew something about him. I’ll have a chat with him over the weekend,’ said Eoin.
As they neared Ormondstown, Eoin decided to broach the subject of his classmate once again.
‘Dad, have you ever heard anything around townabout Dylan or his family. He’s blanked me recently for no reason, and he refused to take a lift tonight. There’s something not quite right there – he’s not a bad lad at all, but he flies off the handle when he doesn’t get his way …’
‘I’m not sure, Eoin,’ replied his father, ‘Families are funny things at times, and I’m not sure Dylan’s is the happiest. I’ll try to get to the bottom of it, but remember – it isn’t something he’d thank you for getting involved in. You should seek him out this week for a kick-about and see what comes of it.’
Eoin’s mum was outside the house when the car pulled up. She hugged her son and fussed over him as she helped him carry his bags inside.
‘You’ve lost weight, Eoin. Are you eating properly? I hope you’re not training too hard.’
‘Ah, Mum, I’m fine,’ he shrugged.
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