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  1. Made the trip from Canada with two of my boys (photos in the PDE). I was also home for the 87 final but for some reason the buzz around this final was may more than the 87. The team was great, the crowd was great and it was great to expose my boys to the team they call the buddies and to understand why we love them so much. Win the cup, back to Paisley for the parade, couple of pints and a curry to finish off the night and then it was back on the plane to Toronto first thing Monday morning. Priceless.
    7 points
  2. My wummin said to me tonight, "you can take that woolly hat off now. I think they'll be keeping the cup". And a while later, "that t-shirt's starting to stink, I Believe...". All things must pass... And this has been a very good thing.
    4 points
  3. 1, 2, and 3. The final whistle. That final whistle is something I've dreamed of for decades. I never really knew how it would feel, if it did ever happen in my lifetime. I always imagined myself leaping 6ft into the air, but that didn't happen. Instead, when the final whistle went, I sort of just froze still while that massive wall of sound blew up around me and I think I just stood there. I thought of my past, my childhood, my Kelvin Holmes strip. I thought of my family and my friends. I thought of Love Street. I thought about those fans of 1926 who stood on the same spot as me a century ago, and wondered if they were still there on that terrace. I thought of my mum, long since departed. I thought of the Mars bar she used to stick in my jacket pocket "for half-time" as a boy. I thought about my 30 years of life so far, everything I've done, everything I haven't done, and what happens now? I thought about everything, because everything I know and am is usually invaded by my team in one way or another. I thought I would be jumping about the place but I couldn't. I just stood there and I was totally surrounded but completely alone for a moment. My mate took a photo of me, and my dad, sister and I had a bit of a huddle. Everything just came out for some reason. Don't get me wrong, I was my usual arsehole self again pretty quickly, but that one minute after the final whistle was the single longest minute of my life. I remember every one of those 60 seconds. Like life flashing before your eyes.... Mental. No football club has the right to do that to someone, but once it gets into you, it gets in really deep there's no getting rid of it. St Mirren til I die.
    3 points
  4. 1. when Goodwin lifted the cup 2 reading the papers in work, the old firm fans did not understand 3. when my Dad told me last night he had know for 5 days that he had cancer but didnt want to ruin the weekend by telling me. and 4. typing number 3.
    3 points
  5. 1) After the game, after Jim lifted the cup and the players paraded around and posed for photos as everyone was leaving I sat down myself and had a blub. 2) Watching the open top bus parade the lads and cup through Paisley, surreal moment. 3) Watching the game back on Monday morning and seeing Cheesey boy with tears in his eyes and wee Gowzer welling up as well.
    2 points
  6. An hour or so after the semi victory, my cousin sent me a text congratulating us on the win. Now, Ian is a bit of a football mongrel it is fair to say, but he's been to a Saints match with me before, so I texted him back and asked him if he fancied coming to the final and he was well up for it. I say Ian is a football 'mongrel' because he has a somewhat varied and unusual set of allegiances. This is due ot the fact that his late Dad - my uncle - played for a few teams in the 1940s, and Ian has, over the years, developed an affinity with a few of these clubs....most notably Raith Rovers, and - yes, you guessed it....Hearts (there is also a Celtic connection, though my uncle cannot be held to account for that). Despite the Hearts link, Ian was clear that he had no mixed loyalty in advance of the game. He told me he regarded Danny Lennon as a legend on account of his Raith Rovers exploits. For this reason, and his Renfrewshire upbringing, he was always happy to support the Buddies. Anyway, we met in Central Station and en route to the boozer in Mount Florida, I told him about a PM correspondence with a Raith supporter over on Pie&Bovril. I'd been posting on a thread in support of their Chairman, Turnbull Hutton's position in respect of the sevco fiasco, and had mentioned that my uncle played for Rovers. The guy PMd me and took my uncle's name. He got back to me a bit later and let me know that, while he'd only played 3 matches for Raith back in 1941, he'd scored in one of them, a match against their derby rivals, Dunfermline - hence 'instant hero' status. I was sure I'd shared this info with Ian, but when I referred to it on Sunday, he insisted I hadn't, and became quite emotional as he hadn't known about this bit of his Dad's history. I think this fired us both up for the match to come. Throughout the match, Ian cheered on the Buddies along with the rest of us. He even tried to locate me after I'd missed the equalised having went for a pish ( ). Ian loved every minute of the day, and I'm so glad I shared it with him. It seems to me that this wee - albiet edited - account of my match-day experience confirms just how a day like Sunday could bring people closer. All the crap about gloryhunters should be blown out the water. I'm sure there are hundreds of similar stories of people bringing family members and friends along who might not normally go to games (or even have a very strong affinity with Saints) but who enjoyed the experience because of what it was - a day of high spirits, positive energy, and togetherness, with bile, bad-feeling, and bigotry all but absent. I think this atmosphere was in no small part down to our club, and us....the supporters. Yes, we can be whinging, hand-wringing buggers at times, but I think we deserve a bit of credit, too. I'm proud of each and every person who turned out to cheer the team on on Sunday. If they don't come back anytime soon, so be it, but without Ian and several thousand others like him, Sunday wouldn't have been the same.
    2 points
  7. 1. When the third goal went in , it suddenly dawned on me .... we CAN win this. 2. When Graham Carey got fouled in 93rd minute. I knew, even Saints cant f**k this up now . 3. To see the team on the pitch celebrating with their kids. Then you know its real. all three prompted the waterworks
    2 points
  8. 1. When the full whistle went, I was holding my autistic older brother Euan's - who I've been going to games with for 14 years - hand; I then broke down as Carey booted the ball into the west stand. 2. When I saw Stuart Gilmour on the open top bus, still wearing the scarf I put round his neck pitchside after we'd won. 3. When I finally got the chance to read all of yesterday's newspapers earlier on this afternoon.
    2 points
  9. Amazingly managed to keep it together at the game, but have been struggling since. What were your biggest greets? 3. Seeing the open top bus come into sight at Stow Brae. 2. Cheesy crying on Thommo's shoulder in the highlights. 1. Following the bus up Causeyside then walking down Gilmour St towards County Square with my Mrs. She's heavily pregnant with our first child so the game would have been too much. Making the parade though means that we can do the "you were there!" in the future.
    1 point
  10. have now watched the final 3 times and my ar*e still bites buttons for the last 10 mins,but will i get fed up watching it,,,HELL NO,,,COYS,,
    1 point
  11. wonder wit King Danny is doing this working week - with nae game coming up
    1 point
  12. Back in the good old USA. Thanks to eveybody especially the players for such a brilliant weekend. Will never ever be forgotten. Forgot to say thanks as well to the kind soul who returned my voice yesterday.
    1 point
  13. Never thought for a minute we'd have to wait 26 years for the next trophy? With our history this one was early. Bring on the next one.
    1 point
  14. Mr Zo

    Top 3 Snotteriest Moments

    Reading this while lying in bed next to my 9 month old son who has just finished a nighttime feed while his 3 year old sister is half a mile away in the RAH with her mum after being admitted first thing on Monday morning has again brought a few tears to my eyes. A very emotional few days.All the best to your dad buddie! I was in tears at least 4 times during the game. Big Fraz has the footage to prove it.
    1 point
  15. just watched the whole game again im pissing myself laughing here....all we did was score 3 goals and apart from great defending towards the end we pretty much didnt do anything else their goal keeper had only 3 things to do....pick the ball out of the net Brilliant !!!!
    1 point
  16. mark_a

    Your Cup Final Day Story

    11am - Seven of us start the drinking at my pal's flat in Shawlands. After half an hour a girl he'd pulled the night before in her Saturday night outfit from his bedroom and leaves without saying a word. We get in the mood for the final by watching the "Saints Are Back" DVD - Paul McKnight's goal at Ayr is rewound and watched again about ten times. 12.30pm - Go to Ketchup for lunch. We all make it onto their wall of fame by finishing off their massive "Colossus" burger. 2.30pm - Walk to Hampden singing "The Saints Are Coming" in made up Japanese since our pal JM1 was watching the game in Tokyo. Made an effigy of him using a Ketchup balloon and a marker pen to take to the game. 3pm - 5pm. Amazing incredible rollercoaster of emotions. After Hearts scored their 2nd I was convinced we were going to blow it until the ball went out of play and a huge roar of "COME ON YE SAINTS" went up from our fans, I'm sure it helped get the players over the line. Wild scenes at full-time - total ecstasy! 5.30pm - Taxi to Paisley with a racist Celtic fan nutter of a taxi driver. 6pm - Cafe Borgia. Place is mobbed but everyone seems a bit subdued, as if in a state of shock. Barmaids tremendous as always. 7pm - Bus parade and County Square event. Pretty disappointing as others have said elsewhere. 8pm - Queues to get into most pubs so we went straight to Viennas and got straight on the shots and cheap £10 bottles of bubbly. By about 9pm the place was rammed with Saints fans. All a bit of a blur after that but the place was a bouncing sea of black & white and there was lots of hugging, singing songs, dancing and laughing. By the time the players arrived it was mass hysteria - also about this time that my head started splitting and my stomach started churning ... should really have had some dinner! 3am - Thought I was going to pass out and die while waiting for a taxi in the freezing cold outside Gilmour St but survived and made it home. Monday - Absolute burst baw but it was the happiest I've ever felt with such a killer hangover. Spend all day reading newspaper and online coverage of the final. Proud to be a Buddie and love this Saints team more than any other - seem like such a decent likeable bunch and it's been fantastic to see us win a trophy playing such exciting and attractive football rather than just grinding out results Gus McPherson style. Hopefully the wait until the next trophy will be a bit shorter this time - I think it will. We're due a Scottish Cup, hopefully 2014 will be the year we win it again!
    1 point
  17. party in renfrew saturday nite bed about 4am sunday 10 30 down to inn off for bus to floridia park much drinking 3 00pm-5 30 fcuking heaven then far too much drinking then thishttp://youtu.be/Cd_15wRnyt8
    1 point
  18. I don't know if I've ever met you my fellow Buddie but 3. and 4. have me greeting right now. All the best with whatever has to come. I hope it's early and curable and even if it turns out that it isn't, remember it's not the end, just the start of a new chapter and journey for your dad, you and the family. Stay strong.Also tell your dad he is a wonderful man for 3. regardless of how it feels now. ETA: I hope that isn't stepping over the mark, but I felt compelled to write that more than anything else I've ever written on here.
    1 point
  19. ednz

    Your Cup Final Day Story

    tried to get some sleep during the day on Sunday - didnt downloaded expat shield and checked it was working on my computer - it was - THANKS dozed off around 1.30am Monday morning, woke at 5 mins to kick off - 3.55am watched the game - probably woke the kids up went to work afterwards, somehow made it through to 5, drove home listening to the BBC podcast - in tears got some sleep, came late to work on Tuesday
    1 point
  20. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkzYiGtbnAg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5Fp26j-eSg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zK3jjk8aLCg Found these if anyone is interested.
    1 point
  21. What a day oot!!! Started off with some good crack with Hearts fans on the train from Airdrie (I knew they would be there) Met up with friends and family in Central, breakfast n beer in the Counting House, taxi to Beechings at Cathcart station, mair beer, the game, shouted and sang for 90 minutes plus the rest, walked to Queen's Park station, squeezed onto a train, Central to Paisley, the Argyll Bar, County Square, still singing, Carfuffal's, All Shook Up on the karaoke, The Wee Howff, La Mesa, chips fae Andy's, he'd nae fish left cos the Polis were being tight-arses on closing times, walked three miles tae ma mum's in Foxbar in the pishing rain, soaked, sober by the time I got there (how can you drink £40 worth of beer and be sober at the end of the night) had a cuppa, woke up Monday, nae hangover, but nae voice. This is two days later and I'm still hoarse. I'm 54 noo, and I didnae party that hard in '87. I must be getting stronger. (Iknow, it's an old joke)
    1 point
  22. What a day oot!!! Started off with some good crack with Hearts fans on the train from Airdrie (I knew they would be there) Met up with friends and family in Central, breakfast n beer in the Counting House, taxi to Beechings at Cathcart station, mair beer, the game, shouted and sang for 90 minutes plus the rest, walked to Queen's Park station, squeezed onto a train, Central to Paisley, the Argyll Bar, County Square, still singing, Carfuffal's, All Shook Up on the karaoke, The Wee Howff, La Mesa, chips fae Andy's, he'd nae fish left cos the Polis were being tight-arses on closing times, walked three miles tae ma mum's in Foxbar in the pishing rain, soaked, sober by the time I got there (how can you drink £40 worth of beer and be sober at the end of the night) had a cuppa, woke up Monday, nae hangover, but nae voice. This is two days later and I'm still hoarse. I'm 54 noo, and I didnae party that hard in '87. I must be getting stronger. (Iknow, it's an old joke)
    1 point
  23. I've had a few tears, but only watching the highlights on Sunday nightwas when it really hit home. This is an exceptionally likeable group of players. The lifelong fans (Cheesy and ST), the surprise signings (Isma and Newton), the back story (Grant Adam), players from our youth system (McLean, McGinn, Cheesy), didn't fit in at a bigger club (McGowan and Carey), role model senior players (Teale, ST), and the exceptioanlly touching sight of players taking their kids onto the park (Goodwin, Mair, ST and DVZ). I'd really have my doubts about anyone that wasn't moved by this - we are lucky to have this group and makes the success just that little bit sweeter. The TV coverage captured that and its a credit to the BBC that their coverage was so in tune with squad and what they are about. Most moving moments in no particular order: 1. My brother telling me he was going to our late father's remembrance point at Cardross en route (he lives out that way) to the match. A wee tear or 2. 2. Not quite tears but I arrived at stadium just (and no more) before kick off, got through the turnstyle and a defeaning battlecry of Come on Ye Saints was being 'played at 11' - as they say in Spinal Tap. 3. Watching the team in the open top bus, clearly they were all pretty well refreshed and fans and players all singing.
    1 point
  24. div

    Your Cup Final Day Story

    07:30 - Got up, showered and shaved and took the dog a long walk to clear my head. Felt calmer than I had all week but still nervous. 08:30 - Back home and made breakfast for everyone. My mate flew over from Dubai on Sat night so was great to have him there with us. 10:30 - My daughter didn't want to come to the game so she went away to her grans, and then myself, the missus, my son and my mate Dub headed out to the Ivory in time for it opening at 11am. Flags on the car were flying and got a few waves of support on the way. 11:00 - Parked up in the Ivory car park and headed in to meet the rest of the lads and their kids. Was vowing not to drink too much before the game. Sank about 8 or 9 pints though ! Had a great time and the Hearts fans were all decent to be honest. Met a fair few other buds in there and we sang a few songs to get us in the mood. 14:15 - Headed for the stadium, met the rest of my family on a mini-bus snaking down Battlefield road. My sister and her kids were there for their first ever game. 15:00 - Finish - Nearly missed the first goal because I was away getting the kids hot dogs. When Teale squared it to Izzy I was at the top of the stairs holding £12 worth of over priced football food and I thought about just lobbing it up in the air and hugging Wullie Bell who was running around in circles like a madman in front of me but I held on and celebrated in rather restrained style. Met Frank McGarvey at the interval and had a wee chat to him, he was class ! Second half and the celebration for the second goal was amazing, still got the bruises to prove it. Shortly afterwards a guy a couple of rows behind started shouting at me, asking why I hadn't been singing much in the first half and generally winding me up. Started shouting some shit about my Saints jacket being blue and not black. Eventually we had an exchange of words and he admitted "I don't even support this team" so I invited him to f**k off. I think he did eventually as those sitting around him were none too chuffed with his behaviour. Think he might have been a ***. When the third goal went in I lost it completely and have to admit I shed a few tears. Couldn't believe it as it dawned on me that we might actually win it. I had a fiver on 4-1 at 50/1 and I had a tenner on Newton to score first goal all based on dreams I had during the week. Close but no cigar ! Had a bum clenching time for the last 5 mins but the final whistle brought a few more tears and a lot of hugs from anyone and everyone around me, it was magic. 18:00 We ended up in some pub on Battlefield road I think, had to sit down and calm myself down, then got up and had a good chat with some Hearts lads. Had a couple of pints then we stole someone elses taxi and headed for County Square. 19:30 County Square was pretty crap for us anyway, Couldn't see much, so abandoned that and headed to New Street. Bull and Paddy's were full, couldn't even get past the dront door. Didn't think much of Borgia, so we headed into Viennas. Think I donated twenty quid to the Vankini appeal on the way in !? 21:30 Headed out of Viennas and got a chippy, down to three of us by now. Headed to the Canal Street bar and laughed when the guy on the door said no football colours and turned us away. Headed into the Station Bar instead. 22:30 My mate was a bit jeg lagged by this point and we were absolutely blootered so headed off up the road to have a few more beers and watch the match again. 04:00 Eventually made it to bed. Tired, f**ked, but very very happy !
    1 point
  25. HSS

    Smfc-On This Day.....

    Sorry about the last couple of days.... 17 Mar 2001 SPL ST. JOHNSTONE H W 1-0 McGarry 28 18 Mar 2000 SCD1 Greenock Morton A W 2-0 And today....1988 SPL Morton A W 2-0
    1 point
  26. Watched the full coverage when I got home - at Hampden, I knew the last five minutes was nervous stuff, but it was even worse on the telly. No wonder Mrs Poz told me she watched the last five minutes from behind the sofa. It was the commentators - who had been superb throughout, even Billy Dodds with his 'The quality of the St Mirren goals has been exceptional!' statement.... Even though I knew how the script ended, I could understand exactly why she was clarting in her nappy watching the end....'Can Hearts force extra time!...St Mirren are hanging on!...the clock is ticking slowly for the Buddies!... etc, etc. It's actually brilliant TV, and a brilliant final. Watching it for the third time - it's a classic cup final, a belter.
    1 point
  27. RickMcD

    Your Cup Final Day Story

    I swear we felt exactly the same around the half hour mark. We were scared witless for the first twenty five minutes or so and if Hearts had got a second it might have been a nightmare. One of my mates tends to be pessimistic but about the half hour mark he said to me 'Panic over. The boys have settled down.We will win'. And I was just thinking the same myself. Wee panic when they got their second. Just a great, great day. Thank you St.Mirren.
    1 point
  28. 6.30 am = Woke up as exited as christmas morning when I was a 4 year old made coffee then sat on doorstep with coffee and a fag dreaming of lifting the cup. 8.15 = got the 2 younger children in the car to drive to lesser hampden to get my son Chrissy to his bus as he was playing for Queens Park under 13's against Ayr United at Prestwick 9 am = Sat on the team bus reading the map for the driver George Watson who used to own the record market in the west end of paisley and is now a coach for Queens Park and drove to Prestwick without getting lost which is a first for George. 11am = watched Queens Park beat Ayr United with ease got soaking as it started raining with gusto. 12.50= drove to Glasgow stopping at Costa Coffee in Darnley for a cake and a coffee. left the cake in the shop. whilst my daughter Alice, son Chrissy and my wife had lunch at mucky ducks. drove along Cathcart road with the car windows open and Loius Armstrong.. When The Saints Go Marching In blasting on the car stereo. 2.20= entered the National Stadium 3pm = the rest is History 5.30pm = back in paisley met the wife and my 2 sisters for tea. 7pm = County Square for Party my shoulders are still sore with lifting my son to see the photographers and not the players on the stage. 9pm = watched the game on the t.v my youngest fell asleep as the day was just 2 much for him he dropped his ipod at the game but couldn't give a shit as watching the saints celebrate is worth much more than a piece of electronics. 12 pm = The best nights sleep ever thank you Saint Mirren
    1 point
  29. billy mehmet ‏@billy_mehmet Come on the buddies get another to seal the win billy mehmet ‏@billy_mehmet Congratulations to st.mirren great achievement well done to @VanzyD @LMairzo @JohnMcGinn8 @ThomasReilly11 enjoy the moment buzzing for u billy mehmet ‏@billy_mehmet correct once a saint always a saint congrats And a few others: steven mcgarry ‏@stevenmcgarry Can't get to sleep after buddies game! Gutted with our own result today esp as it was the lil mans 1st… http://instagr.am/p/W9-nXavIyo/ steven mcgarry ‏@stevenmcgarry Party time in paisley tonight #madmentalradiorental home to bed for the jambos steven mcgarry ‏@stevenmcgarry Great game!! What a result for the club and the town!! Boys will be legends forever #leaguecupwinners #partytime Perth Glory FC ‏@PerthGloryFC CUP WINNERS | "Well done to @saintmirrenfc on their League Cup win. It was nice to see Dad celebrating on TV," @stevenmcgarry
    1 point
  30. My and Abby's day is well documented throughout various threads so i willnae bore you all again. Just want to say, i'm so happy ,after banging on for years about cup wins and open top buses, that the dream has finally came true again. It was a privelage for me and wee yin being there yesterday and being part of the magnificent black and white army. Thanks to the Club and all of you.
    1 point
  31. In 2010 my dad passed away. We put a plaque up for him at Woodside Crematorium in Paisley. I hadn't been to the garden of remembrance for a year, and I wanted to go there for a few moments in the morning, before going down to the ground and having a look at the brick my 'Final Chapter' colleagues kindly got for me in name of my dad. I headed to Woodside from Cumbernauld early. Got there about 10am and drove up the hill, parked outside the garden and went in. I wanted to have a few quiet moments and tell him that we were going to do this today, we were going to win this match, and the cup. I was the only person there, and as usual, to locate the pillar that contains my dad's plaque, I counted ten pillars from the right. At that point I noticed, sitting on the roof directly above my dad's pillar was a bright yellow football. Sitting right there on the roof. It wasn't an old tatty deflated ball, it was fully inflated, bright yellow - just sitting there looking at me as I looked across from the garden entrance. There is a lot of roof, and a lot of pillars in the garden, but there it was. I just burst out laughing, right there in the garden, and said to myself, 'Well dad, you've brought the ball, all we need to do is win the game!' At that moment, I knew, I just knew, we were going to do this today, win the match, and win the cup. Photos attached of the garden roof and pillars, and my dad's pillar....with the ball he brought.
    1 point
  32. And now to reality And so came the day, the team sheet read out, One change was made, from the Celtic rout. In came Paul Dummett, at the expense of Carey, And the first twenty minutes, were no less than scary. Hearts well on top, and a goal to the good, Missing chances, and hitting the wood. But still we clung on, and lo and behold, Our players stepped up, and scored their first goal. Thompson flicked on, with Teale in full flight He waltzed past defenders, down on the right. A quick look around, and he sees it so plain, And passes to Isma, to be the hero again. With the crowd going wild, the ball’s in the net, And the pain of the first quarter, we start to forget. The second half starts, the whistles just gone, Another goal for the Saints. Thompson’s on song. 2-1’s now the score, and belief is abound, You could physically feel it, in the West of the ground. There was better to come, as time ticked away, Newton passed to Isma, and continued the play. Goncalves flicked on, and in Connor stole, “Baw’s in the pokey”, Saint Mirren’s third goal. After Hearts got forward, and pulled one goal back, It was our hearts not there’s that were having attacks Lest we forget, it’s not just goals that you score, To win a league cup, takes so much more. Samson’'s save, and a Van Zanten block, As we watched from the stand, the tick of the clock. The whistle blows, it’s the end of the game, Goodwin walks up, the trophy to claim First Goodwin, then Samson, Thompson are there McGinn, Van Zanten, McAusland and Mair, Dummett, Newton, McGowan all go up To lift that elusive, Scottish League Cup Carey, McLean Adam, Parkin as well All get their chance, so proud you can tell. Then Teale and Goncalves, outstanding we say They’ll all be remembered, for what happened that day Last but not least, it’s the managers turn, Danny Lennon lifts, the bright silver urn. And as each of them lifted the cup and turned round Tears were being shed, by all left in the ground. So the cup comes to Paisley, the first time it’s been, And throughout the town, were incredible scenes. All I can say, to the staff and the players, Is thank you for answering, all of our prayers! Edited to correctly identify Parkin in the squad.
    1 point
  33. Great to read through this thread especially the bits during the game from Bluto. Well done sir! I was almost glad Hearts scored early as I had more or less resigned myself to us being pumped at that stage. We had frozen and things looked VERY bad. But we have got a handful of big game players at the club, matchwinners. I said before the game that theseguys would be the ones that would lift us and by f**k they did that! That goal before half time changed the whole game, got us back into the game when we looked done for, it gave Hearts a kick in the nuts as they knew they had pummelled us and there we were level. Then Thompsons goal right after half time more or less screwed up any plans Hearts had for us. And the third...ooft! Was there in 87 and while it was wonderful, it wasnt as good a game. Yesterday was a fantastic cup final, absolutely wonderful and one that none of us will EVER forget. And its worth mentioning Hearts fans yesterday. They were fantastic before and after the game. Just two sets of fans there for a good day out and hoping their team would win. No nastiness whatsoever. That just about restored my faith in football. And cheers to the Hearts punter who gave me a can of beer out his cargo on the way home. A gent!!
    1 point
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