The Secret Celebration
The Zed family are roaming from hotel to hotel at the moment, visiting various friends and relatives in the West of Scotland. Last night found us in Renfrew enjoying a post-Christmas feast with the in-laws while sneaking out of the room every now and again to listen to the Inverness Caley-Rangers game on Sportsound.
At half-time we had to head back to our hotel, but, incredibly, Mrs Z almost ordered me to go into the bar and watch the game on television, so long as I called her on the mobile every five minutes with updates.
So there I was, surrounded, it seemed, by an intoxicated crowd of very frustrated Rangers fans who were bemoaning their team's performance. I callled Mrs Z with the news that Inverness had equalised and then again to tell her we were now into injury time.
Then, in the 91st minute, Inverness scored again and I was the only person in the bar cheering. Realising I was in a tricky position I tried to convert my cheer into a gesture of despondency. I shook my head wearlily and sneaked back to the bedroom where celebrations where in full swing.
Just a pity we hadn't gone to the match. almost makes you homesick.
