Originally Posted by
sonofrgmsdad
I have many good memories from Ipox at that time of regularly winning and winning handsomely. Some really dreadful memories of trips to there and their pals across the city, including a terrifying ride on the subway, bus windows smashed in, stopping at Stirling hospital on the way home for treatment for a passenger who had glass in their eye from stones thrown at the bus, stolen things from the buses, a dart in a horses backside, golf balls thrown at supporters in the stands, running the route back to the bus whilst being bombarded by bottles with the police looking the other way, being bombarded by bottles inside Hampden and seeing one miserable clunt having a sh1te at the back of the footpath opposite our bus.
I've also been threatened in the city centre for wearing a suit. Apparently I was a poof looking for a kicking.