Take a picture of this… it’s 1964 and the BBC teleprinter bangs out the football scores. To my amazement there is a team called Stenhousemuir! I must go and see them… my 7 year old self decides, not knowing exactly where it is, and with no means of getting there!
Fast forward 58 years of occasionally checking out their results (usually poor!), and, well…
… it’s what dreams are made of, isnt it! The media are hyping up the Old Firm match in Glasgow between Celtic and Rangers, but I’m off to where dreams come true… it’s Stenhousemuir v Stranraer, and a 58 year wait is about to come to a conclusion.
90 minutes of nail-biting excitement and ‘my team’… The Warriors of Stenhousemuir win 3-1. Key celebrations… pigging out in a very Scottish way.
Was it worth the wait? I could say ask me in another 58 years time, but the pig-consuming activity would have long taken its toll by then… so, yes, they did me proud.
Until we speak again, Stenhousemuir has all bases covered for pig enthusiasts… either you take the healthier route, or they accommodate the other next door?!!!
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Hi I haven’t heard from you for ages, where have you been purring?
Anyway nice to see you again
Hi Bernard, thanks for your comment in respo se to my latest post. I guess life and work has been putting demands on my time. A few posts I nearly made on my travels earlier this year might yet appear soon. Best wishes.
Ticking off your “Bucket list” I see!