Going home for Christmas

Tony Daly loved these nights at Celtic Park, surrounded by his family. The Kerrydale Suite was packed for the Christmas eve dance and the band was in full swing. He sat at the table drinking his Guinness and watched the others dance. At 70, his dancing days were over and his doctor had been clear enough the previous week that time was short and any physical exertion might shorten it further. ‘Too bad we have tae get old,’ he thought to himself as he stood and headed out of the hall for a smoke...