Right, here's my take on events. I placed money on county to win today. 6-1 seemed like good odds. I watched the game in town (Edinburgh) in walkabout wearing a caley top. I then went out with a pal and one of his mates tonght to a gig - Charlie and the bhoys. Needless to say, and I won't have to explain, it was a celtic fc fest. Now, I'll make it clear, I didn't buy a ticket for this. I was paid in by aforementioned friend (who is a hibbee for the record). Moment of the night? Going outside for a smoke. 3 Celtic fans are chatting. I end up listening in to their conversation. Line of conversation? "I fu*king hate that supercaleygoballistic headline, I really fu*king hate it". Smugly, wearing my ICT top (under a fleece I'll hasten to add) went back inside. After about 10 minutes, I couldn't really take anymore and left the venue with my mate. The same punters were still outside. Needless to say, I couldn't resist unzipping my fleece for the perfect GIRFUY moment at them.
My point is, no matter what county do from now on, they will be forever in our shadow. They will be forever the wee team in the Highlands. They will, no matter what anyone says, be a mere feeder club to us. The infamous, great, ICTFC.