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Back when Rangers were Rangers our wee department at work (h*ns to a man - except me obviously) were taken to Ibrox by our Managing Director (also a H*n) for a Thistle game and "treated" to hospitality, but were seated with the Rangers fans in whatever stand it was. The game was more or less even, perhaps they were just shading it, when Thistle mounted an particularly dangerous attack. The ball was played through the Rangers defence for our forward to run on to (can't even remember who it was), and it turned into a race between him and Goram to get to the ball first. Well, Goram just got there and no more and swiped the ball off our man's toes for a throw-in. During the time it took for this to happen, I had managed to get myself so worked up that I forgot where I was an who I was with, and found myself out of my seat, screaming at the top of my lungs - "you fckn windy fat BSTRD Goram...!!!!!". Needless to say, this didn't go down too well with many in the immediate vicinity and certainly not with my MD. I got some very scary looks from a lot of very scary people and our half-time refreshment when we went back inside was spent in a fairly uncomfortable silence. And guess what ? Our department never got invited back to Ibrox again..!!!