I can't wait 'til the Irish football team are out of Croke Park and back in Lansdowne Road. It really is an awful stadium to watch football in. In fact, between the relatively brutal U2 concerts of four years ago, and the eerie or non-existant atmospheres of smaller and one-sided Championship matches, I'm not even sure it's half the place it's cheerleaders regularly crack it up to be.
I couldn't enjoy last night's match at all, even though, in hindsight, it was pretty entertaining (if a bit short in quality). Because we were a goal down for so long, all I could think about was the hatchet job that was bound to take place if we lost or only drew. I'll have to consider stopping listening to the radio altogether, because there's hardly a programme broadcast that isn't infected by the virus of idiots text messaging.
As for the game itself, Kevin Kilbane was his usual noticeably limited self and Glenn Whelan stood out in midfield... for being absolutely nowhere near the required standard. The rest of the team played reasonably well, especially in the second half on what was, again, a shite pitch. True, it was never a penalty. But then again there's no way the Georgians should have finished the match with 11-men. From what I have seen since at least two players deserved red-cards and the decision to disallow Andrews' goal was a bit harsh.
So 10 points from 12, albeit with the four hardest matches in front of us. We'll know a hell of a lot more about the true state of Irish football by 1st April.