The kind of game where the caliber of individual performances far outweighed the significance of the actual result, a lot of people left the storied New Jersey venue that night muttering the name of a flash, black-haired guy by the name of Keith O’Neill. Two fine goals capped an energetic display by the 19-year-old Dubliner that seemed to presage great things.
And for a while it did. Domiciled off-Broadway at Norwich City, O’Neill was one of the bright young things around the English scene for a couple of years. Every Sunday, his name figured in the dark print of the transfer gossip columns in the tabloids and given that a price tag of