Zzzzzzzzzzzz, sorry, I’m still asleep after watching the total excitement at the weekend. I watched two of the worst games under the sun.
I stood in the pub (winding up Dunfermline fans about their plastic pitch) watching the Old Firm snooze, wishing that my pint of beer in hand was a triple aftershock.
I thought to myself, what a terrible game, can it get any worse. It did, I was at the Vale on Saturday.
I couldn’t take much more after watching the first half, I had more fun playing Snake on my phone than watching the game.
Even Snake lost it’s appeal after half an hour. The second half wasn’t much better and I fear that not even the Marx brothers could’ve livened this up.
It worries me that this was the first time I‘d hoped for a Streaker to invade the pitch.. Somebody save me from this pain.