Ireland’s Red Sox need to lift Cup curse

IT was an excuse made in heaven. As torrents of water washed through the sodden city centre, delighted men made phone calls to loved ones safe in suburbia.

“Calm down love, I’m fine but I’m trapped in the pub and I could be here or hours. I’m telling ya it’s like Waterworld out there.

“What’s that? No, don’t worry, I’ll just have to ride it out but we should be okay, yeah, we’re on the high stools ...”