Funny wee day out. Had spent the weekend trying to get myself all pumped up into believing we could defy the odds and the recent utterly pish form. First bad omen - wife face forgot the tickets. Thankfully we realised before we'd left Paisley and headed back. Told wife to grab a bottle of champagne too for the post match celebrations.......got to Asda Mount Florida......wifeface - "I picked up the champagne but forgot the tickets".....

......."naw really".....
All the way back home....got in the ground 2.59pm. First miracle!
What a first half. We were as good as we've played all season. Even better than we were in the semi or even in the 3-0 victory over muthawell that led us here.
Very nervy start to the second half. It looked like Watty had sorted out the bigots. We dug deep and took back control of the game. 2nd miracle - hunbag gets sent off. Eruptions in the Saints crowd.....great to be a buddie!!!!!
3rd miracle......wee dargs brought down and another humbag off. I positively shot my load........the "GIRUY" to the hunbag crowd was as good as it gets. The place was jumping, Paisley was going to explode tonight in the BIGGEST every party. Our man in black had thrown away his refereeing career but would be getting the freedom of Paisley in return.
Then the fannying around started.....we were all over the place, kept making too many passes and despite the appearance of being cautious we kept giving the ball away in very dangerous situations. The support had quietened - I think we could all see it coming.....but no one could believe it would actually happen. It did.....empty, numb, spent, caved in...nothing.
It was a script that even the cruellest mind couldn't have written, but that with hindsight is exactly how this was going to play out.
For all the talk of it being a diddy cup final and meaningless compared to surviving in the league, I doubt any genuine Saints fan will be shrugging their shoulders nonchalantly about this one. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, we should be f'k'n bullet proof by now.