In Trapattoni we must trust

WHEN Christian Martinez of Andorra ripped a perfect half-volley into the roof of the Irish net on Tuesday night, I believe I may have been heard to exclaim two words, one of which was “me”.

Oh, how the memories came flooding back.

Of the goal which gave the same opposition a shock lead at the same location 10 years before, on a rain-soaked night in Lansdowne Road when I discovered why the old bucket seats were so-called, as I parked my backside in a small pool of water at the Havelock Square end and watched Ireland go behind to a man by the name of Lima.