28th August 2011. It seemed uncomfortably late for a horde of Dubs to find themselves rumbling down Jones’s Road on their Blue Bandwagon, a bandwagon efficiently fuelled by Evening Herald headlines and Vodafone adverts. Yet there they were. And they were singing. “Come on you boys in blue” rang around Croke Park, as 82,000 packed in to watch Dublin take on Donegal. Semi-finals are a treat when you’re a young Dub and even the most sceptical followers found it hard to suppress those teasing thoughts of Sam. This young Dub happened to find himself far from Jones’s Road- sitting in an Irish bar in Prague. One muted, 21 inch screen was showing the semi-final, while six 42 inch flat-screens showed Manchester United and Arsenal at Old Trafford. Being one of two people in the bar interested in watching the semi-final, I drowned out Alan Smith’s inane nattering and put my hopes for United to the back of my mind. It was actually quite easy. I wasn’t going to be distracted lightly, I had thought of very little else that entire day- 50 minutes in and I had barely touched my pint.