No sure who the biggest arsehole on the day was... "Did we win?" "No, ya clown, the games no even started yet." "Just leave is. Ah canna get up. I just want to sleep." 17th May 2014, 2:45pm just down the road from Celtic Park as I am woken up having fallen asleep on the bus from The Lee in Glasgow to Parkhead. Paralytic. I was then carried off the bus whereby the blast of air hits me as I stepped outside, took about two paces and just collapsed. Somebody then spray paints my hand as I manage to give the finger to my mates who of course have snapped about half a dozen pictures of me in an absolutely shambolic state. This was the high point of the day. I wish they'd just left me on the bus tbh. Somehow I made it to the game, climbed about 4000 steps up to the top tier of the stand behind the goal but not before noticing that I wasn't the only tangerine drunken mess trying to get into the game. The streets and the concourses were littered with the