Mair like it!

The day eftir the Fair n this is mair like it.
Sittn in the Star Beer Gairdin, sun splittn the pavements, huvn a wee celebratory shandy eftir watchn the Auld Enemy (lits no make any bones aboot it) gittn spankd, eftir a wee Wayne jist aboot burst a boay's chuckies.
Magic.
Several English supporters had jist left the Star in disgust eftir the boy Lee Robbo n Banksy hud startit a chorus i 'England's going home' in the Back Lounge. That wis foallied by a game i penalties eftir sumbdy produced a leather. It reminded me a bit i that fateful day in 96 in Superplumb's back gairdin.
Anyways Not So Sags and Superplumb appeared eftir playn gowf (a draw) to join in the merriment.
The above foaty wis taken jist efitr Wee Gill hud telt Sags thit his "wee one" wis braw.