Good morning. So tell me, is the blood that courses through your veins as all fired up and zingy as mine? I knew it I knew I just knew it.
The very first of our intrepid fans will have landed in the Emerald Isle after successfully negotiating the smiling eastern European assassins determined to prove that their hand luggage won’t fit in the frame.
Slowly but unbeaten they emerge from the psychological warfare of Ryan Air’s in-flight shouty sales blitz.
You won’t need to be a modern day Henry Higgins to know you’re in Tallaght. Jump on the old Daniel Day and as soon as you hear, ‘Uuuwrioote bud wahs tha’ stooorie?’ ‘Soreree bud ken oi get a yoyo farder trollee?’ you’ve arrived.
May your god be with you and keep your note money in your sock.
The players have already landed. Let’s hope the list includes at least one of your favourites. Cudicini, Gomes, Rose, Assou-Ekotto, Kaboul, Townsend, Livermore, Sandro, Carroll, Pienaar, Kranjcar, Dos Santos, Falque, Kane and Defoe.
Who knows what we’ll get. The last time I saw Spurs play over there was a pre-season friendly which had folk cooing over Adel Taarabt’s step over frenzy.
I bumped into a duty manager from the hotel that Team Tottingham were staying in…a few months afterwards.
He told me that The Raddisson the night before the game was like a Tom & Jerry cartoon with Martin Jol belting around the corridors trying make sure everyone was in bed while a number of players including Dances With Scones were desperately trying to procure wine on the sly from staff.
Prediction? The true impact of €5+ per pint will only be felt in the morning.