HAVING written already in this campaign about Welsh hubris and the unnatural state of this nation’s football fans being not only optimistic but positively taking qualification for granted, I must now make a quick 180.

You’re there, it is done. Book your flights, save your pennies, Chris Coleman’s men will be at the 2016 European Championships.

After 58-years of sitting at the kids table with San Marino and the Faroe Islands and being about as culturally relevant as a VHS player (google it, if you’re under 30) Wales are now set to be back at the big boy table, for a veritable feast of football.

Wales might on paper still require one point, but not even that is especially likely to be required, because Israel aren’t going to beat Cyprus and Belgium, which they would need to, to stop Wales.

And similarly, my previous objections to Welsh hubris was based on the possibility that so many things could go wrong with four qualifiers remaining.

But that window of panic has been slammed shut with four more points.

Even if Gareth Bale, Ashley Williams, Joe Allen, Joe Ledley, Hal Robson-Kanu, Wayne Hennessey and Aaron Ramsey all succumb to Tottenham-style Lasagna-gate issues, Wales will still have enough about them to ensure they aren’t beaten at home by Andorra. And that in itself will get you to France.

As Welsh football fans you’ve suffered long, you’ve suffered hard, perhaps more than any other underachieving footballing nation, because at least they don’t constantly have rugby shoved down their throats as an alternative.

But you’ll suffer no more.

Wales are going to France. The agony is finally over.

Take that champagne off the ice.

"la qualification est acquise! On part en France!"