What being Irish is about...

I watched the Ireland France match in a pub called MacCarthy´s on Via Laeitana. Somehow we were in the midst of the French fans, and you can imagine my despair when, after a perfectly promising start, France scored against us. I really felt we deserved more, but that´s football.

Then suddenly, in the middle of a quiet spell of play, a banner popped up at the bottom of the screen, announcing that Northern Ireland were winning 1-0 against England. The entire pub errupted, with all the Irish launching their fists into the air screaming and jumping in delight. The poor French lads stared on in utter incomprehension. That´s what being Irish is about...