No salvation for Trap’s weary troops

And on the last day the sun shone and the Irish baked.

It took two weeks, but the sweltering summer everyone had expected and packed for finally arrived on an Irish match day here in Poznan yesterday after two evenings when the elements were more reminiscent of Portumna, Portlaoise and Passage East.

At one point, the thermometer breached 30 degrees and humidity soared above 70%, but for those making merry in the enclosed and packed Stary Rynek, or main square, the temperature and humidity bordered on unbearable by mid-afternoon.