woke up this morning feeling a wee bit fuzzy (thanks to the wine and whisky from last night and I took a moment to think about how I felt about yesterday.
Okay we got beat by the old firm (nothing new there) but I had so much fun during the day (and in the weeks leading up to the game), got the face paint out again (the rain made me look like I had been crying claret tears!), met up with some old pals, had some great banter with well and celtic fans alike, loved the card display (to be honest in the minutes before the display started I didn't think it was going to happen but boy I was wrong), sang my lugs out, waved my flags, jumped up and down, shouted abuse at the ref (nothing new there), felt gutted when the final whistle went off, went back to Fir Park to welcome the team home (they looked gutted but I hope the cheers they got when they stepped off the bus lifted their hearts) and finally got well oiled last night and watched Sea Sick Steve on the tv (how he managed not to fall off I'll never know (boom boom))
So all in all I had a great day yesterday and really enjoyed myself and I prouder than ever to be a fan of Motherwell football club.
COME ON YE WELL!!