My da never leaves games early but said to me, 'fuck this moan back and I'll get you a pint', and I duly obliged. The way I look at it is this...
When I was in the pub and Forbes stepped up to take that pen to equalise I thought, 'fuck me, what would be worse than missing this comeback?' Then I thought, 'That prick saving the pen would fucking dae it', and sure enough...
See when we scored, the pub went mental, aye fair enough we were fannies for leaving but I was so pissed off at watching us concede 5 very similar goals that I didn't give a fuck. We came back, doesnae matter where you watched it, what we witnessed was an absolute magic magic moment in terms of entertainment.
The SPL gets a lot of stick but that was fucking phenomenal tonight, honestly. I have no regrets other than us failing to rattle in a seventh while I was in Jack Daniels.
Sorry Wilson!