Posted AT 3:41 AM EDT on 30/06/05
John Doyle
It was a night in June, 2002. I was in Ibaraki, a town in Japan, several hours north of Tokyo. I was covering the World Cup and I'd experienced many memorable moments. But what I saw and heard that night sent a chill through me, a chill I'll never forget.
Before the game between Ireland and Germany, the massed Irish supporters, about 25,000 of them, began their communal singing.
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