At the End of the Day

Well, it was a grand day out. Up to Merchie Bowling club for 10am to get the minibus and off we jolly jambos went. First stop, Livingston to pick up Alan and his Mrs, and their grandson, then onward to Shotts Golf Club for a tremendous three-courser and beers and a wee whisky. Ourselves, AJ, Frank, Lizzie, Peter & Ross. And Jackie and her Dad from the Diggers and their pal Mike. Not forgetting games compere Russell and Christine and grandson Greg. 
And even then we were way too early, so we raided the Toryglen Asda for tinnies and stood out blethering. Aware that some police were circling the area and that drinking in the street isn’t tolerated (supposedly) in Glasgow, we were glad to have Ross along who told us that it’s only a bylaw. And he should know, being a PC, y’see.
To the ground. A grand event, without a doubt. Nothing quite like it. I had no high hopes however. But surely as the game wore on, Rangers exertions on Wednesday night would begin to tell against them? Not a bit of it. I’ll be honest, the second half began to get well boring - all played up at the far away end and we offered absolutely nothing. Well, at least we got a decent view of Rangers two goals which were scored in extra time.
Back to the bowling club and free pies were laid on. And after that, I called it a day. If we’d won we’d have partied like mad. As it was, I felt as knackered as a team that had played one too many games. Hearts, clearly. There's always next season