That was the day I walked into a glass door... The stereotype comedy thing like slipping on a banana etc. I was that guy.
I had gone down with my dad to Buchanan Street on the morning of the game to get a Rangers tracksuit as I had put a hole in the knee of my old one. From memory, it was the shop that is now either Forbidden Planet or the wee Scottish Shop, round about there anyway.
On the was in, the shop door was open and we just walked in. My dad bought the tracksuit for me and then went to leave and walked into the now closed glass door. Full on doink in the face!
Anyway, went to the game afterwards, resplendent in my new tracksuit and a bruised cheek
I might try and manufacture that outcome this weekend coming, although I'll be in the father role and my daughter can walk into the door