You never knew what he was going to say next. This, depending on the circumstances, could be either the worry or the joy of dealing with Eddie Jordan. It was usually the latter, given his love of being a renegade with a fast tongue; a chancer with an eye for the main opportunity – and ones you’d never dream of.
EJ was a loveable rascal who proudly played the Irish card to the limit. Conversations would nearly always end with a grin, either because of his twinkling humour, or through your sense of disbelief at the outrageous nature of machine-gun comments made with that lilting brogue. The only time to worry was when he spoke quietly through the side of his mouth. That usually meant he was up to no good. And yet you would wonder at the audacity of the latest plan, admire the chutzpah. It’s not an exaggeration to say there was never a dull moment when Edmund Patrick Jordan was in your presence.
