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After a fairly hairy drive down the A9 (-9C and frozen-up car in Kingussie, salt-smeared windscreen, low blinding sun, washers finally unfreezing south of Perth) we dropped off George and got home in time for me to change back into some winter gear and head off to the football. Because it was the New Year derby, not to be missed! The Jambos were on top and cruising at half-time, the Hibees were all over them in the second half but couldn’t score, then an injury-time cracker just turned the knife. Now that’s how to get a crowd going and Oh, how we sang!
All those empty seats were earlier filled by Hibs fans but they had trooped off home.