Last night I witnessed ICT actually win a game, for the first time in 22 months!
In that time I've seen a few draws, lots of defeats, and more than my fair share of hammerings and shambolic, gutless performances. The 4-0 at Falkirk was a particular low point, and very typical of my choice of games to attend - we'd won the week before, and won the week after. I'm not superstitious, but it got to the stage at the end of last season when I started to believe that my presence was somehow causing bad results.
After the split, I picked up the car keys to head off to Paisley but then thought "No, they'll do better without me". We won, of course.
Unfortunately, I felt obliged to attend the crunch match on the last day of the season. It's all my fault.
The abysmal run of matches started after a fantastic week or so in December 2007. I became a dad, watched us come back to beat Celtic 3-2, and then last tasted victory in that injury time 3-2 win at Tynecastle. Life couldn't get any better. But perhaps I then got my 22 month punishment for abandoning Mrs Y and the wee Yngwette.
Anyway, that bad run is over, the tide has turned, our fortunes have changed, and things are very much looking up. You heard it here first.
Last night I witnessed ICT actually win a game, for the first time in 22 months!
In that time I've seen a few draws, lots of defeats, and more than my fair share of hammerings and shambolic, gutless performances. The 4-0 at Falkirk was a particular low point, and very typical of my choice of games to attend - we'd won the week before, and won the week after. I'm not superstitious, but it got to the stage at the end of last season when I started to believe that my presence was somehow causing bad results.
After the split, I picked up the car keys to head off to Paisley but then thought "No, they'll do better without me". We won, of course.
Unfortunately, I felt obliged to attend the crunch match on the last day of the season. It's all my fault.
The abysmal run of matches started after a fantastic week or so in December 2007. I became a dad, watched us come back to beat Celtic 3-2, and then last tasted victory in that injury time 3-2 win at Tynecastle. Life couldn't get any better. But perhaps I then got my 22 month punishment for abandoning Mrs Y and the wee Yngwette.
Anyway, that bad run is over, the tide has turned, our fortunes have changed, and things are very much looking up. You heard it here first.