“When I was a young lad, there was probably three Michael Phelans closel enough in school together. The teacher, Maureen Cahill, Miss Cahill, was a bit confused, so I became Michael G; G for Gregory.As time went on, I started to do a bit of hurling and there’d be lads shouting: ‘Take off the G.’ They were hardly shouting bring him on. Then gradually G became used more often and if somebody calls me Michael nowadays, I find it strange.