Leaving me alone outside my room. I unlock the door, switch on the light and true to Baumann’s word the whisky and sandwiches lie in wait. I go to pour myself a drink. ‘Alright Jimmy.’ I turn around and Harry Gregg is stood facing me at the open door. Himself clutching a bottle of whisky and glass. This son of Ireland is as tough a character as you’ll find but there’s a look on his face of a man who’s walked through hell. His eyes have clearly seen enough horror and despair in the past twenty-four hours to last a … Continue reading JIMMY MURPHY: ONCE UPON A TIME IN MUNICH