Ha Ha. I have a similar story.
Me an my Bro in law were sat in the Wee Howff pre match and got talking to a lad from Cumbria. He heard me mention Jersey and said that he worked out here for years. We asked him what he was doing in Paisley and he said that every so often he picks a Scottish ground to go to and this was his first visit to St. Mirren Park. He joined us at our table and we were blethering away when another guy with an antipodean accent came up to us to ask us how long the walk was to the stadium. This was only about 2.15 so we told him not to panic and take a pew with us. Turns out he was a Kiwi guy (lives in Suffolk) who goes to watch teams with NZ internationals and this was his first trip to see St. Mirren/Greive.
By this time, Portmahomack Saint has joined us in the pub, but he was driving so was on the alcohol free stuff. Being the gentleman that he is, he gave us all a lift to the stadium, but not only that, he gave the boy from Cumbria (who hadn’t bought a match ticket yet) a spare he had on the day. The Kiwi guy already had a ticket.
Post match he gave them both a lift back to the wee Howff. My bro in law and I met them back in there and had a few scoops. The Cumbria lad had to shoot off about 6.30 to catch his train home, but the Kiwi guy was going up Ashton Lane to meet his son to watch the Rugby World Cup Final. I had to head back up to the west end anyway, so I went with him and watched the first half with him and his boy.
Two perfect gentlemen to meet on a random wee day at the fitba. I hope they enjoyed their day out and left with good memories of Paisley/St. Mirren.