Journalists' Turner's Cross complaints all over nothing
o there we were, a little group of us huddled together outside the Aviva before the Dutch friendly last Friday, doing what any self-respecting hic of hacks gathered anywhere has gotta do: moaning heroically about the bad craziness that was bound to ensue at Turner’s Cross the following Tuesday, what with only a few of the huge media contingent expected at the Belarus game set to have access to wi-fi, a power-point and a desk, and with the early, ominous word from the FAI indicating that, after the final whistle, Martin O’Neill’s Euros squad announcement would probably only become available to us at a late, late, deadline-busting hour.
