How do ye not care, like, ye don't get it, I mean it's the start of a new campaign, new chances, a new beggining.
It's not just about winning the entire competition, it's about the experience of it.
It's about getting lost, ending up in some small tiny town finding half the Irish contingent and 4 of your neighbours in a Irish pub miles away from home and outsinging the home support. It's about the craic and the banter of it all.
40 degree heat, crapy pitch, out in the back of beyonds, and can't wait. Robbie Keane reading a declaration in a thick Dublin accent in Armenia. It doesn't get more international than this.
Bring it on.