Just sitting here reminiscing about the last Scottish Cup final i was at. 93, going for the treble, against a decent Aberdeen team. The sun was shining, hammered , and standing in the jungle with my best pal. One of those days il never forget, watching Gough lifting the cup, losing a trainer only to find it as I was walking out, and best of all experiencing something the tims will never achieve. Watching my team, win a treble, in the jungle, the shitey jungle.
Roll on 26 years, I don't see my best pal, I wear comfy shoes and rarely drink but il be there on Saturday and hopefully il exper