21st August, 2009 - Mon the Accies!

I had a cracking day at the football on Saturday. It was the local derby between Hamilton and Motherwell, and a few mates and myself generally go along to these games and have a few pints afterwards. It was a particularly good match, ending in a 2-2 draw. It is a long time since I have been at the football and experienced the flip-flop of emotion as a game see-saws between success and failure. For a few glorious minutes it looked as if we were going to emmerge triumphant. This would have secured three valuable points, but - far more importantly  would have ensured that we on the red and white side of the terraces wouod have had bragging rights for the night. Sadly it was not to be, foollowing a wholly undeserved equaliser with three minutes to go.

It was also cold, and I tend to think that football is best watched from under a woolly hat with a polystyrene cup full of peppered Bovril. There is something simple about it. Something right about the cold air in your lungs. It makes the warmth of the pub afterwards feel right, and somehow the chat seems warmer too.