Day Two, Belfast. Last night's cracker in Dundalk was over now and after a couple of hours kip and a full Irish brekkie courtesy of the delightful Krakow B'n'B to soak up some of the Guinness hangover suffered from the celebrations of Dundalk's title-crowning victory, we were now headed for the train station which would drive us up to the capital city of Northern Ireland to seek out more football. Today's destination would be the oldest club in Ireland, Cliftonville.
The idea for the "quiet coach" was made in Dundalk according to folk-law |
Some people just hang a flag out of the window, not these guys |
Ready to cheer the Reds on |
Time to get back outside to the foggy Belfast skies |
It'll be sad to see it demolished |
Closest chance of the half, 0-0 |
Lovely |
Game, set and match for the Red Army? |
And that, as they say, was that |
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