Englishman, Irishman, again

An Englishman and a Irishman lived next door to each other.
The Irishman had a hen in his yard and every day he would collect the egg the hen laid and have it for his breakfast. One day he went out to fetch the egg and found that the hen had laid it in the Englishman's yard. The Englishman, over the Irishman's loud complaints, claimed the egg as his own.
They argued on until the Irishman suggested that they settle things using the old Irish ways. He explained that this involved the combatants taking turns kicking each other in the groin, with the winner being the one spending the least amount of time rolling around on the ground in pain. The Englishman agreed with this approach, and the Irishman claimed the right to take the first shot.
Strapping on his heaviest steel-toed, hobnailed boot, he took a running start and gave the Englishman a terrific kick in the groin. Long minutes later, the Englishman managed to get to his feet and gasped "Now it's my turn".
The Irishman replied "Ahh sure, just keep the egg" and walked away