Time to batten down the hatches, things could get a little ugly in our sporting arenas over the next 12 months.
For much of the year it could well be a case of, 'If you don't want to know the score please look away now'.
But they may need to add, 'And don't ever look back'.
In fact, sport could well mirror real life (if you can call politics real life), as Ireland plays subservient host to our European superiors, donning our leprechaun hats and downing pints of Guinness on cue before meekly bowing down and doing whatever it is they want, which in a footballing sense is three points for Germany, Sweden and Austria in each of the five games they'll play this year against Trap's supposed army.
The thought of what Zlatan Ibrahimovic might do to Darren O'Dea, Stephen Ward and Co is frightening, although it has often been said that the man who called his autobiography I, Zlatan performs beset in the limelight so there is probably some hope – a game against Ireland these days being closer to a 40 watt bulb than any sort of radiant illumination.
On the rugby field, all form of hope comes from Ulster, with Heineken Cup prayers hinging on the Ulstermen and Six Nations chances more or less now dependant on Craig Gilroy and others dragging the rest out of their stupor.
And then there's Rory McIlroy, whose bushy-haired dominance of the golfing world seems threatened only by the possibility of Caroline Wozniacki becoming golf's answer to Yoko Ono.
If things go as badly as they might in other arenas, that may well be something we just have to live with.
Sunday Indo Living