Well, Heimir Hallgrímsson got his shitty 1-0 win at least. And a win is a win is a win. But does gruel get any thinner than this?
For so much of this game, Ireland felt like a teenager creeping into the house after curfew and trying desperately not to step on the creaky stair. It was the most careful, nervy display you could imagine from a team that looks timid and bereft of any clear plan.
Did anyone come away from this feeling uplifted about Ireland’s hopes of making it through the group?
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