“I guess your right but when you are competing at top level Gold is the only colour that you want around your neck.’
“She did get a golden gong though in 1953 she was awarded the MBE said Keith.
“Wow! We are in the presence of a famous celebrity here said Tom, wait until I tell my mam and dad when I get home.’
“Maureen laughed.’Me famous, not a soul on this bus knew me when I got on here.’
If they had then that is fame dear.’
“Well we know you know so does that count?’
Again Maureen laughed then said alright I guess I’m a little bit famous.’
“You are in the history books said Keith.’
“Yes said Maureen as a beaten finalist.’
“Please Maureen; no one will think any less of you because you only won a silver medal. Be proud that you represented your country at the highest level said Shirley; maybe you have inspired other women to take part in the sport.’
“I never thought of that.’
“Maybe you can coach the next Commonwealth games champion.’
“Now that would be something.’
The coach pulled in at Alicante and everyone got off. They walked along the palm trees to the town centre where they found another indoor market.
Tom and Mickey let the girls go off shopping and told the girls they would meet them in O’Doul’s the Irish bar.
“Watch your bags said Mickey as they left and the two of them sat outside of the bar.
“Beer lads said the young Irishman?’
“Yes please two pint’s of Guinness.’
“Coming right up now.’
The young Irishman poured the black stuff into two pint glasses very slowly then allowed them to settle then topped them up and drew a shamrock with a spoon handle in each of them before handing them over.
Very clever said Mickey.’
My family come from Dublin you know said Mickey.’
“Really do they know the O’Doul’s family?
My father’s father was a tinker so he’s bound to know them.’
“I’m Davey O’Doul; I own Shamrocks bar.’ “It’s a small world is it not?’
“You’re tellin’ me kidda, your tellin’ me.
“The lads took a sip from the pint each and held it up in acknowledgement.’
“Christ that’s a damn good pint.’
“Best in Alicante my friends.’
“It’s a hundred times better than that San Miguel piss that we’ve been drinking.’
“Where are you stayin’?
“Gran Bali in Benidorm.’
“Go to Michael O’Flynn bar its called “The Bodhran on the prom next to the beach there; he keeps a good pint and puts out some crackin’ food as well.’
“Thanks we will give it a go;
“The lads downed the pint and Tom went to the bar and ordered another.’
They sat looking on as Davey expertly poured them another.
“Will you be havin’ one with us Davey asked Tom.’
“Don’t mind if I do, thanks.’
The lads took their pints and clinked the glasses “Slainte’ said Davey as he opened his mouth and three quarters of a pint went down in one swallow.’