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We're up against the football tonight with live coverage of the Rangers match on medium wave. I like the idea that we can offer an alternative. Mind you as our theme is 'songs that remind you of your first kiss' I don't imagine we will have too many hardcore Gers fans calling in to bare their emotions.
The blokes next door in the have been on air for ages and the match didn't kick off till five past six. It never ceases to amaze me just how much they can find to say about something that hasn't happened yet. And of course there's the hours of chat after the event. When the trails talk about bringing you every kick and every touch of the ball they are not exaggerating. Not only every kick and touch of the ball but every possible opinion about every kick and touch of the ball.
I got a good insight into how seriously fans take their footie when my mate Andy invited me to watch his beloved at the weekend. His enthusiasm for his team is infectious and it wasn't too long before I was on my feet shouting encouragement to our lads and abuse at the ref and the team from Real Madrid. I hope it wasn't too obvious that I hadn't a clue what I was shouting about and merely parroting what Andy and the guys around me were coming out with.
As usual it was a sold out crowd. That means 60,000 people who paid a small fortune to get in, queued to buy armfuls of nylon in the club shop and then munched on what are surely the most expensive pies in the nation.
I had a great day out and whilst I might not get into football, I think I fancy getting into the football business...especially after seeing how much dosh the dedicated fans were willing to part with. Let's face it if they can tempt someone like me to part with cash for a 100% polyester garment than that is some pretty persuasive marketing!
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