Hello, I haven't written for a bit. I needed the time to calm down, get drunk, reflect, relax, instead of posting knee jerk reactions.
So, I was excited, as you can see in photo one, season book in hand, a Saturday afternoon game, against Gretna. Surely three points in the bag. It all started to go wrong when the person i go to the games with wanted to take a mate - i said yes, and they went into the dry main stand. Me? I got drenched in the Gorgie, with another mates ticket. On the pitch in front of me, it just wasn't happening, was it? Hearts just never looked like giving Gretna the humping we all wanted. Playing 4-5-1 at home probably ensured that, but we did go ahead, from a brilliant shot, which i reckon wasn't really meant, by wee Andy Driver. But a few minutes later and we let them back into it. Pathetic. On a damp, dreich night, which later turned into a tropical evening of monsoon showers, we departed for the pub. A few in the Caley Sample Room and then the Diggers, where, as you can see i enjoyed a wee short, and wee half of Guinness. And then some. Those tickets i had bought for Celtic Park suddenly seemed a big mistake...
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