WECLOME TommyBhoy
I used to work in Paisley (paying for my sins for a misspent youth)
The workplace was split betwee the Billys and the Tims
The boss asked some of us to work on a Saturday and I said I was going to the game so needed to be out around 1 o'clock
No problem he said
It's getting near 1 and I'm getting nervous as I still have a wee bit of work to do
I get it done by quarter past and jump a bus into Gilmour Street station
As I run into the station I read a sign that says 'Supporters special, platform 3..." A non stop right to the Central
I am paying for my ticket, when I hear the train rumble in overhead
I charge up the stairs and as the doors are about to close, I jump through, and take the wee seat just inside the doors, which faces axross to the other doors, not the same way as the rest
Off we go...and the sing song starts...The Billy Boys, the Sash...I had jumped on the Huns special, so I had 20 minutes to sit through as it didn't stop until it got to Glasgow Central
A few minutes into the journey, one of the mutants (worse the wear for drink) shouts "Hey, how come you're naw singing !!"
Thankfully I knew anough not to wear colours on my way to games, thanks to having got a doing from 3 Huns one fine Saturday
Anyway, I look towards the guy and start to drool, then go "Nnnng...Aargh...Nnnng..." and other sounds, that are not usual, from an intellectual such as myself
As he started to stumble towards me, another mutant grabbed him and shouted..."Hey leave the boy alai, he's obviously naw right..."
He then skelped the fucker with the back of his hand, so the cunt sat back down, and joined in with the singing
As the trian rolled in to platform 13 (The Greenock Bhoys will remember that patform with affection) I am on my feet, wanting to be first off and on my way
As the doors opeed, I was out and running for my life as I had my scraf out of my pocket and shouting "GIRFUY ya orange bastards...!!!"
I will never forget the wee Jamaican ticket guy at the barrier, as I'm heading towards him at warp factor 9
"Hey, stop running...where's your..."
Oot ma fucking way !!!"... I brushed past him, and he goes flying
I didn't look back, and next thing, I'm out on Argyle Street with my scarf back in my pocket, as I head Parkhead
That was over 50 years ago, and I have recounted that story over the years
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