Identity is such a strange thing. I was born in England, grew up in Ireland, and was raised by Irish and Swedish parents. My formative experiences and upbringing was Irish, so I chiefly identify with Ireland as home. But I also hold on to my Swedish identity very strongly, and many of our holiday traditions & rituals are Swedish. It’s even more tricky when you factor in a very significant decade living in America, where I met my wife. She is American. Consequently my children are both Irish and American. We celebrate several American holidays and traditions in my home now too. So, who am I? I am all of these things. But if I had to pick a country to play for in a World Cup…