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 experience another treble that will mean just as much to me as that day back in 93.
Fix Bayonets !!!