Some day that. Was in the club deck right at the poets. I had to walk right by them and there was a poet creep trying to take a photo of me and said something along the lines of here mate your teams skint. I wish I saw him at the end.
There was a guy in a Linfield top a few in front that was mental jumping around, lost his shoe then fell asleep after 20 minutes.
They had a daft wee banner that said the parties over here or some pish like that.
They were noisy for 2 minutes at the start then silenced by us, they then came alive again at 70 minutes when they cheered the 3rd goal. (Strange but true). When they scored 2 near the end of was nervous.
I think we all enjoyed that day as we didnt know what the future held for us.
Thanks for the great day Aluko.