Whelan happy to be Trap’s working class hero

Glenn Whelan has seen the pictures of canines painted green, white and gold.

He has heard all about the bunting draped around his native Clondalkin and his own dad is one of those fans travelling to Poland in a camper van.

There are few airs and graces to Whelan on the pitch — “I’m a bit of a dog,” he admits — and the same can be said away from it. If he wasn’t playing in this tournament, he insists, he would be one of those people going mad with the spray paint and flags back home.