The guns have fallen silent. The stars have aligned. The great wait is over. Come see. It will be televised.
Troy Parrott performed two miracles in Dublin and Budapest to turn non-believers into followers, the agnostics into fanatics. His winner deep into injury-time against Hungary was a ‘Pulp Fiction’ adrenaline shot straight into the chest: we were dead and buried; now we’re not dead and buried. We’re alive! And our senses have been marvellously heightened.
Never has the nation so studiously tracked AZ Alkmaar’s fortunes on LiveScore, Google translated Gian Piero Gasperini’s waspy injury updates, or pined for Patrik Schick to get a knock playing for Bayer Leverkusen.
Can you feel the noise? Heimir…