All this talk of frustration. This is the Irish soccer team we are talking about. Have we ever qualified for a major championship with any breathing space? Have we ever raced through a qualifying group without breaking sweat, casting aside supposedly lesser sides? After all the near misses and late goals and playoff heartbreaks, should we not be used to this kind of "drama"? should we not be accustomed to having to eke out victories in places like Cyprus and perform gallantly every September in Landsdowne? Should it not be second nature at this stage to glance nervously at the remaining fixture lists and start querying such remote possibilities as the Cypriots doing the Swiss?
Last night we were unlucky, refereeing and comical keeping aside (seriously was Awat any worse that Vitor Baia in the UEFA Cup final...), perhaps more attacking gusto after Robbie went off might have led to a third goal.
We'll go to the Faroes and battle for a victory and then recharge all summer for a glorious encounter with the French. Because at the end of the day, it wouldn't be right for us to be comfortable in qualifying.
Here's to the remaining games and the elevated blood pressure which will accompany them....![]()
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