MikeRennick
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Best - easy. May 2 1999. The huddle performed at the piggery. Sent the mhanky mob incandescent with irritation. Their team exposed as an indisciplined rabble on the pitch, with class and quality all through the Rangers team. It was a statement game, where you just know the opposition had been put in their place, patted on the head and told "Right ye are. Just sitting down again" and they knew it.
I don't remember anything of that night or the bank holiday the next day. I woke up in Airdrie.
Worst - again, easy. April 27 2008. Thankfully wasn't even in the country for it. But I was on a train in London with a work colleague who supports Smeltic. I got a text message from the missus telling me we were 2-1 up and she would text me back if there was any change to that. So my arse was knitting buttons for the next hour. My mentally challenged colleague was all doom and gloom, dragging his feet through the London streets as we went into a pub for a quick pint. I said "I'll buy, since I'm celebrating". Barman says "Celebrating what?" I made a complete fool of myself, declaring that the mighty Rangers had finally smote the begghars. The big lad looked at me pure stoney-faced and said "I'm sorry mate. Celtic won 3-2". I have never felt more crushed in all my life. The wee poet I was with still expected me to pay for the drinks! Apparently the wife's phone had crashed straight after sending me the 2-1 text........
I don't remember anything of that night or the bank holiday the next day. I woke up in Airdrie.
Worst - again, easy. April 27 2008. Thankfully wasn't even in the country for it. But I was on a train in London with a work colleague who supports Smeltic. I got a text message from the missus telling me we were 2-1 up and she would text me back if there was any change to that. So my arse was knitting buttons for the next hour. My mentally challenged colleague was all doom and gloom, dragging his feet through the London streets as we went into a pub for a quick pint. I said "I'll buy, since I'm celebrating". Barman says "Celebrating what?" I made a complete fool of myself, declaring that the mighty Rangers had finally smote the begghars. The big lad looked at me pure stoney-faced and said "I'm sorry mate. Celtic won 3-2". I have never felt more crushed in all my life. The wee poet I was with still expected me to pay for the drinks! Apparently the wife's phone had crashed straight after sending me the 2-1 text........