Am I just at that time of mid-life crisis, or do you all agree that the weather for our last ever game was really strange......?
Glorious sunshine ending with a last great victory together with the winning goal coming in the 91st minute.. a real sunset as the daylight faded......then that weird and wonderful mist rolled in and enveloped the ground.
As i walked away from Christie for the last time, I turned and looked again, and it almost seemed that the ground was being taken away from us in a sort of spiritual mist
After all, it could have been just another of those wet nights when it tipples down all game,
no, I'm not losing the plot, I just think the weather was so poignant last night.