The guy with the green, white and orange bucket hat and his friend wrapped in an Ireland flag, bundling last onto the Monday afternoon flight to Prague, were the first sign of the craic that was to come.
Two hours later as the Ryanair plane was descending into its destination the “Olé Olé’s” had already begun, followed quickly by “We all dream of a team of Gary Breens”, much to the irritation of two young Czech women sitting beside me who scolded the singers as they were making their way off the plane.
“Enough,” one of them said sharply around the “Seven Gary Breens” part of the song.
But these fans had only just begun.
They were the first of the young faces I saw arriving into Prague. And there were…