Not the final score, but...

we were playing the World and European champions; and as Parsfan notes, it looked like it could get very ugly at Two - Nil down.
Then came Naismith's fantastic header, and the Spain og (which would have been a goal anyway, there were two of our guys running onto the cross unmarked if the defender hadn't got his foot to it)
A great feeling when this was the score. Pride restored. No apologies for the wonky horizon on this shot, I was quite delirious. MacGregor, the goalie, played a blinder.

Then there was the long forced march back to Queen St station for the 11 o'clock train home (we lost Parsfan, somewhere along the way), then standing all the way back after a hard day's work.
Then M had to get up at sparrowfart for a train to the South this morning....
Very tired, now...time for a bath and an early night...