When he got the ball and started moving forward, the young Villan and myself murmured in unison ‘goo on Hutts’.
Further and further he went, flicking away the irritating bully boy wanna-be Gardner, ‘goo on Hutts’.
Then into the box, ‘goo on’...
Then we both burst out laughing as he elegantly slotted home.
Whether it was nerves, emotion or jubilation, but we both started laughing hysterically.

A surreal experience for both of us, and i'm sure, for the Scottish Cafu.

How was it for you?