Well I can bask in the glory of one good performance and could even consider quitting football altogether to go out on a high, but sadly running full-on into Crabbeman has erased most of my memory of the evening.

Looking forward to tomorrow night - i reckon we phone up and book taxis from the pub but use either Frew or Stronach as the name to give in case we end up messing them about or getting in them covered in stale piss or something.