The cruelty of hope

Except that I’m not. Really. Somewhere, buried too deep to detect in normal conversation, so deep that I am barely aware of it myself, an ember of hope still glows. Dimly.
And when disappointment does come, as it surely must, I will feel it just as deeply as any other supporter.
Follow the death of my dream, or the genesis of my bankruptcy, live, on 3000Versts Twitter feed. Tomorrow evening and, live from Windsor Park, on Wednesday night.
One more thing. COME ON NORTHERN IRELAND!
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