[SussexBhoy1557]

My last memory of wearing green in Glasgow was when I was up for a work do football tournament thingy. After being eliminated by a narrow 9-0 margin against our Glasgow office (representing the mighty Sussex of course) I decided to leave for the hotel early to catch a nap before the evening's drinking. I had seen a fair few guys wearing Celtic clothing and so thought it would be ok to walk back in the hoops. As soon as I left the sports complex I had one of those funny feelings I may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Pausing in the middle of the road for a moment I slowly turned around just to see if I was imagining something. Lo and behold marching towards me was a fucking mass of Orangemen in all kinds of cute wee orange sashes and R*ngers shirts playing their silly drums. Big fucking ooops. I nearly shat myself. In fact I think the only reason I didn't was that my insides were all wrong after trying one too many Cruyf turns. Being the true warrior that I am I swiftly scuttled back to the shelter of the sports centre and changed into my Brighton shirt. A team that shite can't really get anyone annoyed!