I am going to try to remain seated as I type this post but I will be honest and say that this experience may have been the highlight of my trip to Scotland.
[Somewhere across the ocean, my Scottish friends are shaking their fist at their computer screens and saying, "SHE SAID SHE LIKED US THE MOST!" And I do, friends. I do.]
Outside of the wonderful friendships, this may have been the highlight of my trip to Scotland.
A REAL LIFE PROFESSIONAL SOCCER GAME!!!
[Or as they would probably say in the UK, A PROPER FOOTBALL MATCH!!!]
Here is my friend Harry and I outside of Ibrox Stadium, home of the Rangers, the much superior of the two Glasgow soccer teams. [I don't know if that is true- I'm just telling you the propaganda I was fed.]
I don’t have the energy to fully tell you about Harry and his wife Anne. My emotional state is nothing to be tampered with, I can assure you of that. So to get all sappy would ensure that I lay in my bed for the whole of Monday looking through my trip pictures and drifting between weeping and napping.
In conclusion, I love them.
Right. So. Back to the soccer game. [Prepare yourself for many pictures.]
Outside the stadium. I have on a lot of layers- hoodie, scarf, jacket tied around my waist. It’s cold over there, okay? Give a sister a break.
Those are some great seats.
This is Maurice Edu. He is an American soccer player who plays for the Rangers. I yelled ridiculously loud when he was put on the pitch and I’m sure all the Scots around me quickly figured out my American-ness [if the country accent and constant questioning to Harry didn't already reveal that].
Run-on sentences are the best, aren’t they?
That overly excited smile right there? It lasted approximately the entire game and for a bit before and for a while after.
Because I love soccer. And I love Scotland. And I love going to a soccer game in Scotland.
There are around eighteen more pictures and about five minutes of video footage that I am going to spare you simply because you have done nothing wrong to deserve that type of torture [if you aren't a soccer fan, that is]. But trust me when I say that I FULLY documented the experience.
Fine. Only because you asked nicely, here’s one last shot. The scoreboard.
SIX to ZERO, Rangers?
Hi, my name is Annie and I am obviously your good luck charm.
I LOVE soccer!
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I wanted to go to a game when we were in Turkey years ago but it was a big rival game that apparently can get voilent so my leaders wouldn’t let me go with my host family.
But one day…
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Guess what Annie the really good team Celtic beat them 3 nil at the weekend ha ha! And don’t worry about Harry and Anne I’ll take care of them for you till you get back xxx
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You make me laugh.
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Please come soon ‘good luck charm’ – we lost 3 – 0 to the ‘inferior’ Glasgow team at the weekend – help!!!!
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OH MY GOODNESS!!! I. Am. Just. So. Ecstatic. For. YOU! I know exactly how excited you were {I had my first ‘football’ game during the world cup!}. It’s so exhilarating, isn’t it. I think I had a headache from screaming the whole time!
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