Why the myth of men in green, white and gold capes is true
With a great reputation comes great expectation. If you were to believe every click-chasing website on the internet over the past week, the world is obsessed with how much fun we are.
The Pope in Rome is rolling around the place laughing at those lads on the train singing the 'Our Father' to a nun and there are women in Russia wondering why their husbands can't clean up after themselves like the Irish.
It's the strangest sensation but the 'myth' of the Irish being the best fans in the world, the ones who sing twice as loudly when losing as when winning, has become a self-fulfilling prophecy. We believed in our own hype and now there is an insatiable need among the travelling supporters to maintain that status.