...to bring you this fantastically-written story of going to watch really, really bad Scottish football:
When I decided to pursue a career as a sports journalist, I nurtured dreams of Olympic finals, months spent following Ashes tours, trips to the World Cup, and the occasional illicit tryst with Katerina Witt after she became smitten by my interviewing technique. What I hadn't expected was to find myself at Ochilview, watching the two worst teams in Scottish football go head to head.[...]
The crowd consisted mostly of old men and small boys, prompting the unusual realisation (for a league match) that, in the unlikely event of a fight between players and fans, the players could win.
It turns out that the journo had a blast, and so have many in the resulting comment thread.
