One day like this a year...
After nearly 10 years of nothing seeming possible, of shrinking potential, this morning, however fleeting it may be, we are feeling alive again as a nation.
This morning, this feels like a great little country to watch sport in. This morning too, Ireland feels a little bit closer to being a classless society. We're all rugger huggers today, baby. And fair-weather fans are flocking back to football. Today, we dare to hope.
But of course, we fear to hope too much. We barely dare to articulate our tentative hope as we get unsteadily to our feet like a newborn deer. Whisper it - could these be the good old days? Could this be the healing? Could this be one of those turning points? An Italia 90? And this time with social media to spread the virus of euphoria.