All day today I've been texting, emailing, hanging up the phone to arrogant horrible Celtic fans who are expecting a Scottish cup come 5 oclock tomorrow.
I have had nerves all week, today I've been like a kid on Xmas eve. But drinking tonight down motherwell has made me so drunk and even more buzzing for tomorrow.
It annoys me that if we loose, Celtic won't care, then Sunday is another day. If we win, this is something special, people will cry, baby's will be made and we will have a fuckin party.
Anyhoo, so proud to break the mould of central Scotland and follow the mighty well all over. MOTHERWELL TIL I DIE!!