Feb 9th 2000 saw me leaving the house with an awkward gait. It was as if I had bought a pair of Dr Martens but forgot about the purchase. All day I beamed at strangers in the street, whistled softly to myself, had the inner contentment that Tibetan monks strive for over years of sacrifice. The feeling lasted for several days and was compounded by the back slapping from well-wishers. I was a proud man.
Today, over 9years on, I feel a similar glow................quite remarkable
Quote of the night from a dewy eyed youngster at Ibrox:
Feb 9th 2000 saw me leaving the house with an awkward gait. It was as if I had bought a pair of Dr Martens but forgot about the purchase. All day I beamed at strangers in the street, whistled softly to myself, had the inner contentment that Tibetan monks strive for over years of sacrifice. The feeling lasted for several days and was compounded by the back slapping from well-wishers. I was a proud man.
Today, over 9years on, I feel a similar glow................quite remarkable
Quote of the night from a dewy eyed youngster at Ibrox:
" I love Russell Duncan in so many ways"
What a night, what a journey