The horse (bodacious name) was not hard to work out, thankfully you didn’t.
Back on topic and I’m as guilty as the next guy to go off on a tangent, after yesterday’s incident on the train line south of Aberdeen and Griffiths mindset at the moment I thought I might share this.
I went to Barrhead High School, Huns/Buddies and 2 dandies.
I had a mate Brian who you could not get a more staunch blue nose.
I would be the token sheep on their bus as we would attend Ibrox, the pit(24 hour job!)
Due to downturn in oil Brian had to move up here in the 80’s( worked in the brew)......the roles were now reversed accordingly, anyway we kept in touch and met prior to every game to enjoy a laugh/beer and slag each other’s teams.
Sadly Brian lost his wife in
Her late 40’s and this hit him hard, his boss was decent and allowed Brian early retirement on final salary, his house was a shrine , it now became a museum, every game became also every youth/reserve game and he
Would stay with me
When the midweek youth/reserve games took place.
With the demise of Rangers I’m afraid was also the demise of my mate, as Sevco first game was at Peterhead, tickets were scarce, I called in a favour and sourced one, he was ecstatic, however I was not when I saw him and my dad confirmed my worst fears.
A few months later I got the dreaded call and myself/ Mrs J boarded the train South on a Saturday to pay our respects, me AFC tie/Mrs J afc scarf
We only got just beyond Montrose and waited an hour, folk were becoming impatient regarding shopping fitba etc however as soon as I saw the police I knew what happened......no chance to pay our respects and just raised a glass back at
Our haunt.....the grill
Sf
Lawrence Shankland and a Greg Stewart double swoop.