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IT WAS touted as the type of place one would expect shouting, screaming, flying papers and hair-pulling. You could imagine phones ringing, tears, nail-biting and a general sense of excitement at the Presidential count centre, Dublin Castle. People watching at home expected a scene of organised chaos, a place where, bit-by-bit, the result took shape which would decide Ireland's next President.
But with the way the process was orchestrated it was more of a long wait punctured by short bouts of excitement.See the full content of this document
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There was a sense of expectancy as the ranks of reporters were interspersed with exhausted-looking staff from each campaign. But once the counts were in, all hell broke loose.
Journalists barked figures into...See the full content of this document
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