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The Bipolar Years Part 6: 2013-2014-The Emperor's New Clothes

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...