Sat alone in the house yesterday afternoon, listening to the radio coverage of the final day of the SPL season, fully expecting (and dreading) an easy Celtic win at Motherwell and thus another Championship going to Celtic.
Yet Lo! and Behold!
A Motherwell reserve side, who were comprehensively trounced last week by Rangers, played out of their skin and with the score at 0-1 and 3 minutes to go, Scott McDonald, an Australian journeyman footballer (and Celtic fan) pops up and scores one of the goals of the season to make it 1-1. Then again 3 minutes later to make it 2-1!
Over at Easter Road, where Rangers and Hibs are playing out a 0-1 victory to Rangers (which gives Hibs the last UEFA spot, strangely) the away support absolutely erupts when news filters through of the equaliser at Fir park.
Back in my house, the hairs on the back of my neck are bristling, and I can only hope that the neighbours didn't mind all the shouting!
It's upsets like this, the twists and turns, and the utter inability to predict the results of football matches that makes this Beautiful Game so wonderous to all those who follow it.
It's amazing that a largely unknown, average Australian footballer can become a Scottish Football Legend, his name forever revered and hated equally by either side of the Old Firm divide. An Albert Kidd for the new Millenium indeed!
Bedlam, heartbreak, tears and joy. From the top of the world to the depths of despair (and vice versa, for some of us!) in the space of 3 excruciating minutes.
What a season!
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