I had the misfortune to drive a hun supporters bus a couple of years before they died their bigotry and racism knows no boundaries they made ISIS look like restrained moderate fellows I would have loved to have a camera phone back then I’d call them animals but that would insult animals
I jumped on a supporters special one Saturday at Gilmour Street
As I ran into the station, I heard a train thundering overhead, ran upstairs and just as the doors hissed shut, I jumped in
Took the wee 'sideways' seat inside the door and sat down
The train pulled out and I looked up...
(FUCCCCCKKKKK!!!...wrong supporters special !!!
The Celtic special was a half hour apart from the HUNS train...
Luckily I had my scarf stuffed down in my pocket...you never wore colours on the way to a game back in those days as you could get the Malky at any time
They started with the party songs as we trundled off
It was an express (no stops) all the way to Glasgow Central
I sat there staring at the floor as the FTP and Sash aficionado's gave it their whole repertoire
Then one particularly drunk fuckwit, shouts "Hey, how come he's naw singing...???"
All eyes turned to me as I instantly tensed up so much you couldn't squeeze a Visa card up my arse
I then lolled my head to the side, and started drooling a wee bit, and made a muffled sound...until the guy beside the fucknugget with the x-ray vision, slapped him in the face, and said "Leave him alane, you can see, the boy's no' right !!!!!"
That 20 minute train journey, remains with me as a vivid memory 50 years later
As the train pulled into platform 13 (Right Greenock team!!) I got up and as the doors opened, i was off like a hare, scarf out ,and above my head as I ran..."Get it right fucking up yeese !!...ya shower ah durty, orange bastards !!!" I 'hinted' and ran through the barrier, the wee station ticket collector shouting "HEY !!!, as I was stopping for no cunt
Then it was out of the station, as fast as my wee fenian feet could carry me, and among the Saturday afternoon shoppers of Argyle Street
I've told that story many times over the years, it's one that has never faded and even told it to Huns when been in mixed company in the bar on occasion
My life flashed before a few times on that train, but I managed to think quick and avoid a severe doing, from the DOBS of the Day
100% true story by the way
The trains were half an hour apart, and I didn't know if the one was running late, and the other early, just wanted to make sure I made the 3 o' clock, kick off
Guardian Angels looking after me that day
COYBIG
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