Walking to Gorgie

Some people feel the cold more than others; they’re usually called women, haw. Here’s Rog in shorts and t-shirt, alongside AJ: jacket, shirt, t-shirt, and muffler. The chap’s a roaster. 
Anyway this is us making our way to the early kick-off, last game of the season, after the ceremonial big breakfast at the Clock Cafe. Rangers at home; we never beat them and this game was no exception, though remarkably we came back from 1-3 down to equalise with the last kick of the ball. Tagawa! (equally remarkably the crowd have taken to him and sing the Champs old song, Tequila in his honour). 
So that’s it; the season's over, and a fond farewell was given to Peter Haring for his “service” to the club and the capital’s medics and physios. I shook hands with the other season ticket holders beside me - they're all renewing. This is good news we all agree*; the worst thing is getting sat next to an oaf. A fat oaf, even worser. 
Yooorrup here we come, people!!! 


* well I was happy, shirley they were too....