I woke in St. Clare's B&B in Salthill, Galway after four hours of sleep. It was 7am. Breakfast started at 8. The day before the lovely old lady who runs the place told me she'd get up and make me breakfast, she insisted.

I peeled myself out of bed at 6am. Crazy thing to do, I know, but I was going to Galway and that's always great. I found my way through the darkness to the 7am Bus Eireann service. I climbed on, stretched out and fell asleep.

So, my journey has begun. Not too far to travel to start off with, just across the city and past 50,000 Queen-Barriers. From Busáras, I crossed the road to Connolly Station and got on the DART aka The Porto Fans Express and very quickly I had the stadium in my sights.