My 4 year old shit herself. My 11 year old slide tackling the table probably didnāt help
- like I said above, it was like Paris if theyād won the tie with a last minute goal.
- you have to factor in that near-religious Hungarian atmosphere. It was the most ridiculously difficult atmosphere that Ireland have ever won in, ever, except for maybe away to Turkey under Charlton
- and they played woth no fear whatsoever.
- Iām still shaking.
- I also canāt speak
- In spite of that itās not my favourite Ireland moment ever because I know they probably still wonāt qualify.
- Iāll think about the tactics later when Iāve calmed down. Azaz was a little better on the inside (just not a winger) but once we took on Kenny Hungary still made more chances. Is that really a viable Plan B? Maybe, not sure.
We need 4 teams below us in the world rankings.
Kosovo will definitely be behind us and in pot 3. Our two wins will also put us ahead of Albania.
We want Austria to get at least a draw at home to Bosnia on Tuesday.
And then one draw or win by Iceland or Macedonia against Ukraine or Wales.
More likely than unlikely at this stage.
Itās well over over an hour since Saint Troy performed his apparition and I still feel like I have been hit over the head with the most beautiful shovel Iāve ever been hit over the head by.
It feels like it happened four seconds ago.
Itās the sort of afternoon where time simply melts.
In 1990 Con Houilhan said āwe talk about the good old days, well these are the good old daysā.
This is a day of days, a good old day.
I watched the match on the radio, while cleaning out the cattle house and putting in a few bales of silage. I was about to put the cattle back in the shed when, with seconds left on the clock, i knew i had to make a change if ireland were to get the goal. I decided switching from headphones to speaker might just do it, but delayed thinking that doing so would stop the live stream from the rte app. But i instinctively knew this was a butterfly flapping itās wings in a forest scenario. I pulled out the headphones, tapped play and waited for the app to restart.
Ireland scored within seconds.
Donāt mention it
(I took this photo to mark the occasion)
I donāt give a fuck about systems or tactics.
Today was the classic chaotic arm wrestle, a day where the superior quality of man, of human, was going to be the victor.
Ireland went into the seething cauldron and faced down men of seemingly superior arms but inferior quality of character.
I will go to war for the shambolic Finn Azaz. He is a glorious and potent shambles.
Iceland could do us favour later which would get us into pot 2
Do it for Heimer
Itās obviously great for us but there was a serious stench of bottle job from that Hungary performance
You find out lifeās this game of inches. So is football because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you donāt quite make it. One half second, too slow, too fast, you donāt quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. Theyāre in every break of the game, every minute, every second.
On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch because we know when we add up all those inches, thatās going to make the fucking difference between winning and losingā¦
You referenced Bulgariaās mugging off of France in Paris in 1993 earlier on in the context of the kit Ireland were wearing today.
If memory serves, that game also finished 3-2 to the away side.
I see Sweden despite so far losing 4 and drawing 1 of their 5 qualification group games and sitting bottom of the table in a group containing Kosovo and Slovenia, have a guaranteed place in the repechage.
A big auld fisht
I listened to 89 minutes of the match on the radio dozing in and out of sleep as I am currently 8 hours behind in cowboy country. Adrian Eames half hearted effort at commentary when Parrott levelled left a lot to be desired - felt like we had pulled a late consolation goal while three down rather than levelling.
I put on the to see if the early nfl game was on only to see that FS1 had live coverage of the game. Coby Jones and his commentary partner added great drama and added a great feel to proceedings despite operating from a broom cupboard on the east coast somewhere - both pronounced Azaz and Ebosele with great gusto. And to their credit and frantic commentary they just shut the fuck up when
won it for 60 seconds and let the scenes describe themselves
2-1 but France had taken the lead. The Kostadinov goal is one of THE great late sucker punch goals ever scored. I suppose they were owed one for Gary Mackay.
We were the benficiaries of Gary Mackay. Gary Mackay was a Jam Tart. I love jam on it.
Bulgaria went on to reach the semi-finals of the World Cup in the USA.
Q1: How much does your heart hurt right now?
SZD: Very.
Q2: can it be analyzed at all?
SZD: No.
Q3: Is football just that unfair sometimes?
SZD: It looks like it, yes.
32 years ago tomorrow.




