2010 League Cup final against St Mirren. A dire game even when it was 11v11, apart from Miller's goal I can't remember any proper chances for either team, I might be mistaken but I think St Mirren hit the bar in the first maybe? Anyway, it was a shockingly poor game.Thomson idiotically got sent off. Someone fouled him then he lost his head for the next minute and chased the ball about like a rabid dog looking to kick someone. At 10 men I still thought we could knick a goal then hold on for a 1-0, or even see out a 0-0 through extra time and win the penalty shootout. Then Wilson got sent off and I was 95% positive we were going to lose the game. Hardly created a chance for 80 minutes a now down to 9 men. God, typing this now reminded me how brutal watching us that day was. I was prepared to leave as soon as St Mirren scored. Then the ball broke to Naismith with Miller in support. I was shouting for him to play it to Novo who was running down the left in a bit of space. Instead he played a cross that was almost perfect for Miller to head in. The next few minutes were a sickly mix of unexpected joy and shaky nervousness, with St Mirren getting corner after corner. Then relief and the celebration at the final whistle watching half (well, a quarter) of the stadium empty in silence with their expectation crushed was brilliant, call me sadistic or whatever but seeing the disappointed and pain on their faces was a joy to behold. Honourable mention to: Queen of the South 2008, an odd choice I'll grant you but for me at least it was a nice way to end the horrific comedown from that season, a chance to applaud the players for the extraordinary effort they put in for 60+ games that season.