It's a topic I have spoken about at length before, but an experience in this past week has only emboldened my belief that Northern Ireland badly needs a proper sports museum.
Harry Gregg was the one man I would always turn to for advice or guidance, and I was extremely privileged when his family very kindly offered me the opportunity to look through a mountain of incredible memorabilia, most of which I'd never seen before - football jerseys of Harry's and several belonging to other world-famous stars, international caps of great historical interest, iconic medals and a stack of personal pictures and documents the great man had accumulated over the years.
I don't mind admitting I was genuinely open-mouthed to be holding some of the most iconic and historic belongings that one of Northern Ireland's greatest ever sons had collected.
It was there and then that my desire for a purpose-built sports museum was reignited.
We need somewhere that people can appreciate the memorabilia belonging to the star-studded list of sporting heroes this wee place has produced over the years.
A proper sports museum - perhaps located in Belfast - would not only be a wonderful opportunity for sporting fans across the country to come along and see, but also for the many thousands of people who visit Northern Ireland every year.
As a country we have always produced World, European, British and Irish champions, people whose names are very often a global brand, and, given that long list of legends, can anyone give me one good reason why we shouldn't have a museum to showcase their sporting achievements?
Just before Harry's memorabilia went under secure lock and key, I got to sift through countless priceless articles and items of mind-blowing interest which I would just love the general public to be able to see and share.
Harry was a humble, modest and decent man of principle and his family are the exact same, so today, with their permission, I have included a copy of Harry's first ever Manchester United contract when he joined for a world-record transfer fee of £30,000 from Doncaster Rovers.
I was particularly taken by the paragraph regarding injury or illness, where the club would only subsidise the deficit between the sickness benefits and the £17 per week wage the great man would receive for his services.
What an eye-opener and brief insight into just how world-class football was back in the day.
Well, that's this season's European journey over for Irish League clubs and both Coleraine and Linfield will have mixed feelings at the manner in which they made their exits on Thursday night.
The Bannsiders could have won and the Blues should have won but, alas, both missed out by the narrowest of margins, and defeat in that manner is always a wee bit harder to accept.
Coleraine gave yet another outstanding display against Motherwell, only going out on penalties.
While Oran Kearney's side can take loads of positives from their performance, Linfield can take precious few.
I was at the game at Windsor Park and, without being too cocky, I fully expected the Blues to have too much in their locker for Floriana - but how wrong was I?
Despite having a really talented squad assembled for this season, Linfield never came out of the blocks. They started poorly and only very occasionally got slightly better.
Manager David Healy would have been the most disappointed and deflated man inside Windsor at the final whistle, knowing they had just lost to a team who had won only four out of their previous 65 European games and that far too many of his players quite simply didn't turn up on the night.
David will have felt so empty in the knowledge that he and the staff had prepared meticulously for the game but the vast majority of his players chose Thursday of all nights to deliver a stinker.
A manager can only plan for every eventuality in a game but they can never legislate for players' individual performances once they cross that white line onto the pitch.
No ifs or buts, Linfield should be beating teams like Floriana, but when you start a game in a lethargic manner it's always difficult to get up those extra couple of gears required to see off the opposition and so, with so many good players only a shadow of their usual selves, a shock is always on the cards, and that's exactly what happened.
It was a sad and disappointing end to a European journey I honestly feel would have continued if more players had given themselves a shake.
I was delighted when my two favourite sports, football and motorcycle road racing, recently came together for a wonderful cause.
Portstewart Football Club had organised a fundraiser for the Liam McCallum Recovery Fund and, typical of the motorcycle fraternity, bikers from near and far turned up in their scores to support the occasion.
A fantastic array of motorbikes, trikes and scooters in all shapes and sizes and their pilots met up at the Seahaven football ground last Sunday before setting off on a bike run which travelled along the north coast to Ballycastle and then back to the football club.
It was an absolute pleasure for me to be there to officially start the proceedings and I had an even bigger smile on my face when I learned that the event had raised a superb £900 and that Portstewart FC would round it up to £1,000.
What a truly magnificent gesture by everyone involved, and I know Liam's family would also like to thank you all from the bottom of their hearts.
It was not too dissimilar the previous weekend when past and present stars of sport, TV, radio and showbusiness were in attendance at the annual Oscar Knox Golf Day at Fortwilliam Golf Club in Belfast.
Young Oscar fought a valiant battle against illness but sadly lost that fight and, ever since, his father Stephen and the family have worked tremendously hard to raise funds for children's cancer services and this annual event always commands a tremendous turnout.
This year, my playing partners were my tried and trusted amigos Keith Gillespie, Adrian Logan and John Linehan (right) and, as always, it was a complete hoot from start to finish.
Another good friend and Sunday Life colleague Carl Frampton was there, and I could also hear Paddy Barnes and Jamie Conlan squealing with laughter on every fairway.
Both events once again demonstrated, when it matters most, you can always depend on sports people to turn up and show their support.