The wall chart was up and nights out to the pub watching England had been cleared with the bread knife months in advance.
Liver supplements and hangover cures had been stockpiled.
But after four years of waiting, it was all over after two games. Disappointingly predictable, I suppose.
Now there are just a few Blu-Tack smudges on the wall as a reminder of how poor we are at the game we gave the world.
I’m hoping now that Halloween comes around quick because I’m having problems getting the Blu-Tack marks off and the missus has started talking about decorating the lounge.
It’ll be a lot easier putting up a couple of decorations than having to whip out my overalls and paint -rollers!