In 2011 in Croke Park, when Dublin won the All Ireland for the first time since 1995, winning captain Bryan Cullen told the crowd the team would “see you all in Coppers”.
It's a phrase that has since been in everyday use among young Dubs, it's been immortalised in mural form near the iconic nightclub itself, and it's one that follows the former Dublin captain everywhere he goes.
It grabbed all the headlines, but it was Cullen saying Dublin had been "to hell and back over the last few years" when the fervour truly flowed from the Skerries Harps man.
Sixteen years of hurt hadn't stopped a city dreaming, but a relentless Kerry machine had them under foot for most of a tense September afternoon in Croke Park.
Dublin had been to hell and back over sixteen years, and Dublin had been to hell and back over 70 minutes.
There was something special about 2011.
A city innocently gagging for success, riding that blue wave that hasn't crushed the shores of inevitability yet.
A talented but flawed group, wearing their playoff scars but buoyed by the exuberance of a golden generation and feeding off the legends of '95. Clubs across the county buzzing. Retro jerseys aplenty. Your da in an emotional jock.
A cagey opening and the heavens opening hardly would have helped him. The two sides traded points before the first big moment in the 18th minute.
Darran O'Sullivan dominated the midfield in the opening exchanges. His bursts forward proved pivotal and it was a trademark breakaway of his, followed by an inch-perfect pass, that teed up Colm Cooper to softly caress a left-footed effort past a helpless Stephen Cluxton.
Down the other end, a fierce save from Brendan Kealy denied the exceptional Alan Brogan, before a crucial Cian O'Sullivan intervention stopped Kieran Donaghy from putting Kerry another three points ahead.
The pendulum swung however, as Kerry boots fell silent for 14 minutes as man-of-the-match Bernard Brogan proceeded to wreck their gaff.
The corner-forward brother tandem of Alan and Bernard combined excellently throughout and Dublin led 0-6 to 1-2 at half time.
And they put the foot down at the start of the second half too, with a Michael Darragh Macauley run setting up a Brogan free before his midfield partner Denis Bastick quickly scored himself.
Maybe this was the time. Dublin were running the show. The middle third was all blue now. The legends of '95 in the stands and the pubs cheering. The clubs still buzzing. Your da breathing a sigh of relief. They were out of hell.
Bryan Sheehan free. Donaghy point after a master catch off a long ball. Cooper free after Ger Brennan went in the book for clotheslining Declan O'Sullivan. Goal chance for Bernard goes begging. Lads?
Sheehan free. Brogan free! Sheehan free again. Sheehan free times three.
Whatever gave you the idea you were in Heaven, Mr. Dub? This is the other place. Two Cooper points, Kerry up by 4, seven minutes to go.
No mistakes and Kerry hoist another championship. Every Dublin fan will tell you at this stage, this does not slip.
The ball slips out of a Kerry hand, Dublin win a free, quickly chipped into Alan Brogan, feeds a charging Kevin McManaman, and as he often does, head down, low drive, bottom corner, no chance. The minimum between them.
And within 30 seconds, Kevin Nolan nails the leveller. Dublin were possessed. A city starving, goosebump inducing noise, crying out for it. Dublin free. Brogan points. Dublin lead. Are we still in the other place?
They never make it easy. At least, they never used to. A towering score from the towering Donaghy levelled things up once again.
Kerry threatened for one more but Dublin scramble clear. Diarmuid Connolly finds McManaman, hip check from Barry John Keane. Free in. You don't need me to tell you want comes next.
A delirious Hill had heroes again. A decade of Dublin was launched. Stephen Cluxton became immortal without ever having to touch a ball again - so what do you even call him now after the career he's had. The older heads that came through the tranches had their validation. Brennan, Cahill, Fennell, the elder Brogan, and Cullen himself.
But the delirium fades over time. 2011 was the last time yours truly actually went to Croke Park as a fan. I've been back in a media capacity, sure, but as teenage angst, skyrocketing ticket prices, and a renewal of love with the local League of Ireland club came to the fore, following Dublin from afar became the norm. Kids from Ballyfermot have to make decisions.
Half of the 2011 squad is gone now, including Cullen himself, who hung them up at inter-county level in 2014 after collecting a second medal the year before as part of the Dublin squad that beat Mayo - although he didn't feature in the final.
Sure, Cullen himself didn't even get to the nightclub!
"I actually didn't make it to Coppers that night," he revealed to The Herald in 2015.
"But that's well documented."
He can't celebrate his birthday there either, April 7 making him 36, sadly that decision is out of his and all of our hands.
And we've all been to hell and back over the past year ourselves. Oh how we'd relish one more night. With the legends. In the clubs. With the retro jerseys. Even with your da as well if he's up for it.
But God willing by his 37th Cullen, the Dublin team, and the whole city will be free to come together again. We're all owed one night off after all this.
So I'll see yous all in Coppers yeah? Hopefully we all make it.
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