I'm on holiday in Paris at the mo with my fiancée who normally couldn't care less about football. I dragged her against her against her will to a little Scottish bar to take in todays events. As the game got underway, much to her dismay I was my usual nervy vociferous self. "stop swearing" , "calm down" she pleads to no avail. Across the small bar from us sat an older couple about 50ish who, judging from the dudes bright green adiddas gazelle and matching t-shirt, were of a different persuasion. As the game unfolds it is plain as day that the dudes bitch is an attention whore without the first clue about football, is all mock outrage at inappropriate moments. The missus who has spent most of the match playing some game on her iPhone begins to take notice and is shocked that a lady of such an age can behave so immaturely. Then when we go 2-1 up she immediately storms out of the bar leaving her man behind. Missus is dumbfounded, shocked, the iphone is promptly pocketed and she now is glued to the tv kicking every ball, inspired by catholic stupidity. Around 2 or 3 min remain when Jo brands uglier sis makes a return, catches a look at the score and time, and beckons her man to do the off. I have to explain to the better half that this is typical behaviour, her response also is typical, and only serves to sweeten victory. I just thought I'd share this glorious experience with fellow bears as I sit in the hotel room with a comatose bird and a beer.