The odd point in sixty-nine

A visit to maw, a meet up with the son, a cycle to Granton and opening of the post down at the boatie club, and an unexpected meet up with Misterft. We cycled about the area (he's lived all over it) and he pointed out the neighbourhood attractions. I may have to get back to him to enquire on wine bars and artisan coffee shops.
And then.. the rugby. We'd get hammered. Eight minutes in and we're a try down. A respectable final scoreline was all that you could really hope for at that point. What happened next was as enthralling as it was unexpected. But then again, how many times does it seem we've been able to say.. so close.. and yet...