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What a spectacle! Some professionals over there on the west stand. From my vantage high up on the east stand. There the similarity ended; they were there to watch the action. Increasingly, I wanted to look anywhere but down there.
Still, afterwards we managed to jump the 35 bus and get off again up the old town to the Bow. The Bow Bar, to be precise. The Scots were being humped at rugby on the TV but it didn't dominate proceedings. Blethers! And a winter beer festival. I'd have headed straight home after that but AJ called the taxi to a halt outside the Athletic Arms. Miltonduff is such a fine aperitif, no?
So, four years! Get yourself here and give me the usual congratulations or else I'll come round to visit you with my balloon and shame yer!