DUBLIN, 29 JANUARY 1989

• Dublin's Noel McCaffrey ( left ) and Declan Bolger (right) put the squeeze on Meath's P 1 Gillis during last year's Leinster foal. McCaffrey might be the 0 . YR a w • Dublin's Noel McCaffrey (left) and Declan Bolger (right) put the squeeze on Meath's PJ Gillic during last year

off the scrum improves but there is not much covering and the man rucks as natc7 urally as Michael Kiernan tackles. And that is another story. o As Kiernan's sad defence contributed to France's first, third and fourth tries, it is easy to feel indignation but sympathy is the mor

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KEVIN Sheedy halted Plymouth's surge into the sth round as Everton lived to fight another day. Penalty expert Sheedy

CRITIC'S CHOICE: GRAPHICS Aretrospective of work by Michael Kane, one of the pioneers of print-making in Ireland, opens on Tuesday at the Graphic Studio (which, since November, has been at its new address Under the Arch, Cope Street, Dublin 2: telephone 798021). The exhibition i

new audio cassettes featuring Abbey actors readings short stories on the Irish and English courses. Special features of the tapes include Barry McGovern reading Robert Frost's `St oppi ng by woods on a snowy evening', with Gene Coyle on guitar, and Ray McAnally reading the prolo

HEAVEN; A HISTORY by Colleen McDonnell and Bernhard Lang Yale University Press, (16.95 (UK) ALIVELY review of this book on the Pat Kenny Show sent me rushing to retrieve it from the pile of work outstanding, considered dreary, that has reproached me since Christmas. I had lugged

stretched towards me had the glow and strength of a farm labourer and rich chocolate of his eyes danced above features that were far too generous for his squat frame. Nature had over-balanced on the sensual I thought and smiled with our handshake, conscious of my frail, white lo