michael duffy
Well-known member
the 1973 Scottish cup final!!! bastaarts! a nightmare fae start tae finish,ah beautiful day, a few swallies,how tae get there, hhhmmm,65 bus through brigton cross, or, a 38 tae the mount florida end! aye right,
So we decided, the first bus, we're on it, a 38 arrives, tap deck,front ae the bus is green and white,that'll do, we pile on, charge up the stairs, and there's four Celtic fans pressed up against the windae, fightin like feck against aboot 20 ae the scum, so, let battle commence!
any way the cops come on a couple of stops later,and do a bit of segregation!
We eventually get there,surrounded by huns,makin wurr way through their lines,gettin punched, kicked,spat on,felt like Daniel Day feckin Lewis, runnin the gauntlet in last ae the feckin mohican's!
Anyway got through the last line,ripped a ticket oot a hun's haun , banjoed him and bolted tae the Celtic end,
the atmosphere, was the usual, feckin toxic! then that bastaart forsyth sklaffed a worldy, fae a yard oot!!!!! FFS!can this day get any worse!!!!!!
After the game we hit the toon, intae the Burns Howff, great pub, great music and a neutral venue! aye except that night,when a crowd ae they feckers sittin in an alcove started their billy boys shite!!! so of course in we waded! exchangin handshakes, telephone numbers, aye right!
Then the cops, aye remember them,started hucklin folks,includin yours truly,done the the lie in, in Partick, monday mornin, fined a tenner fur breach ae the feckin peace,ah know ah should let it go......but!!!! Hail Hail Bhoys and Ghirls!
So we decided, the first bus, we're on it, a 38 arrives, tap deck,front ae the bus is green and white,that'll do, we pile on, charge up the stairs, and there's four Celtic fans pressed up against the windae, fightin like feck against aboot 20 ae the scum, so, let battle commence!
any way the cops come on a couple of stops later,and do a bit of segregation!
We eventually get there,surrounded by huns,makin wurr way through their lines,gettin punched, kicked,spat on,felt like Daniel Day feckin Lewis, runnin the gauntlet in last ae the feckin mohican's!
Anyway got through the last line,ripped a ticket oot a hun's haun , banjoed him and bolted tae the Celtic end,
the atmosphere, was the usual, feckin toxic! then that bastaart forsyth sklaffed a worldy, fae a yard oot!!!!! FFS!can this day get any worse!!!!!!
After the game we hit the toon, intae the Burns Howff, great pub, great music and a neutral venue! aye except that night,when a crowd ae they feckers sittin in an alcove started their billy boys shite!!! so of course in we waded! exchangin handshakes, telephone numbers, aye right!
Then the cops, aye remember them,started hucklin folks,includin yours truly,done the the lie in, in Partick, monday mornin, fined a tenner fur breach ae the feckin peace,ah know ah should let it go......but!!!! Hail Hail Bhoys and Ghirls!