Small Things Like These

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...plus expert views

on two of the most exciting events

to come out live, in Irish sporting history.

From the power of the punch to the power of the pack,

- it's a championship... -

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Here. Hang on.

That'll do it.

Seen Barry McGuigan fighting last night?

I did, yeah.

Some fighter. Hands like a shovel.

- Jesus Christ. -

I suppose I'd be in his weight class, wouldn't I?

Yeah, you probably would.

All right. Come on, come on.

- - How you doing?

- Good. -

- PJ? - I'll just actually...

The same.

I'm sure you'll need more than that.

- Aren't you hungry? - I am.

He hasn't been paying you enough.

- Is that what it is, huh? - Uh, no.

I'll give you the beef and mash.

He's saving for Christmas, Mrs. Kehoe.

- Present for some new woman. - This is who I'm buying it for.

Oh, well, now listen.

If there is a girl involved, I'm sure

you'll be needing the energy, PJ, doesn't you now?

- He's a boy right now. - Hairs on your chest.

- Enjoy that now. - I'll have the same,

- Mrs. Kehoe. - Same again.

- Okay, get the stuff. - Very good.

Now, give us a shout if you need anything.

Thank you.

All right, now.

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Start accepting it.

- Are you going to help? - Just listen to me!

- Get out! Get out there! - Just listen to me!

Mommy, you're not listening to me!

Just once, you brat. Come on.

Don't make me go in there! Don't make me go in there.

- Stop it! - Please, wait. I'm so...

- Mommy, please! - Stop it!

Daddy! Please! No! Wait!

- Listen to me! - I'm not going in there!

Please, Mommy, please!

- Sarah! - I'm not...

- Stop it! Stop! - Mommy, I am not going!

- Go inside. - Come.

Go on. Go on.

Daddy! Please!

Son?

Hold on.

You all right?

Yeah.

You're Mick Sinnott's boy, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

You're a couple of miles from home.

I came out for sticks for the dog

but he ran off on me again.

Did he?

Well, he'll come back in a minute, I suppose.

Probably, yeah. You never know.

He's a right dope.

Three years old and he still doesn't know his name.

You all right?

Yeah.

Well, I'll drop you back.

Nah, I'll be fine, Mr. Furlong.

Are you sure now?

Yes.

Grand.

All right, say "Happy Christmas" to your family for me.

- Yes, sir. You too. - Okay.

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- When's the test? - It's on Monday.

Go on, Kathleen. You be the teacher.

- Here, it's hot. - Okay.

- Six years, not a word. - Mm-hmm.

- Hi, Dad. - What exactly am I supposed

- to do here? - Hi, girls.

- Kathleen. - What? There's nothing on them.

Have you forgotten the names of the rivers already?

- No. - You dirty liar.

Right, I have it. Hang on.

Okay, Grace. What's that wiggly one there?

- The River Shannon. - That's easy.

Hush, Sheila.

- Right. -

- And this one here? -

The Boyne. The River Boyne.

The River Boyne, correct.

And this one here?

- River Lee. - Wow.

- And this one? - The River Liffey.

- You're a genius. - Give me the cards.

- Top of the class. - Let me hold it then.

- Don't crease it! - Enough, hey!

Why don't you show your Daddy how you learnt them?

- Show me, love. -

She's just a smarty-pants.

Here you go.

That's your card.

Got two pieces of tracing paper and traced

the outline of Ireland and rivers on one piece.

I laid another piece of tracing paper

- on top and wrote the names. - Good girl.

She's just a smarty-pants.

You should send for my piece.

- Don't, guys, no! - Stop.

- What's that? - Here you go.

Oh, show me, Little Miss Perfect.

Look at you, Loretta.

Hi, Miss Perfect.

Oh, I saw a school friend of yours.

Yeah, who?

- - Um...

Mick Sinnott's boy.

- Diarmuid's his name. - Diarmuid, yeah.

Whereabouts?

Uh, he was out by Tullogher picking up sticks, so he was.

Did you not stop and give him a bag of timber off the truck?

What? Don't be daft.

- Thanks, love. - You're daft.

You're daft.

Did you stop and talk to him, Daddy?

I did, yeah.

What'd you talk about?

- You're daft. - You're daft.

Uh, I-I said hello and I said "Happy Christmas" to his family.

That all?

- A new one. -

I-I gave him a bit of loose change.

What did you do that for?

Surely his dad will only drink it.

He's never not drunk, that man.

He just needs to pull himself out of it.

We don't know that, love.

He might be trying.

Uh, girls, have you more homework to do?

Jimmy, we have to say goodbye to you.

But believe me, in the few moments you've been here,

you really have made the show...

Get off!

Get off me! Get off!

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