Football Tales

After a most leisurely start to the day I did head Gorgiewards, with not exactly a spring in my step. On the previous evening the unthinkable had happened - Hibs went a point above us - we’d been 11 points clear of them in mid-February. 
So, after meeting the misterft man to hand over the Bike Co ticket, I sat down with a heavy heart. And a pint of beer! Admittedly it was 0% alcohol, which is the only sort they sell to prevent us getting rowdy. And it looked like we were going to get steam-rollered by Aberdeen after we went 1-0 down, but blow me, etc etc, we turned it around and big Uche (Karl Anthony Uchechukwu Mubiru Ikpeazu to youse) "wrapped up the points” as he bustled his way through the Dons defence before lashing it into the onion bag. Great was the rejoicing though the big man was shortly afterwards stretchered off with a bad head knock. 
Let’s hope he’s OK for Wednesday night. No, he’s not coming to the Diggers, he’ll be playing the Teddy Bears away. And I’m planning on getting rowdy with whatever they have.