Blooooood !

A treat for the nephew. My company AND a game of footy. Originally I was going to have a pal’s ticket to three games - Rangers, Celtic and St Mirren but the former two games were re-arranged leaving only the mouth-watering prospect of the hapless jambos (2nd bottom) playing the bottom team. What larks. Nil-nil written all over it.
So obviously, in need of anything to spice it up, we actually went to the watering hole for a couple of jars prior to the game, squire.
Lumme bumme! A seven goal thriller was served up. And we scored five. We even missed one of the goals as we were in the queue for a half time bovril, but who cares?
The goal drought is over! In MacPhee we trust. Talking of drought, we took steps to avoid that after the game. About 400 steps...