I am currently in a Hotel bar in Glasgow enjoying a pint of lager on my own with only my laptop and you guys to keep me company.
Sitting 4 yards to my right is a small bald gentleman in his 60's who scored one of the greatest individual goals in the history of the World Cup (always in the top 5 in any World Cup Greatest Goals TV Show I have ever seen).
The goal was scored in a famous 3-2 victory over the nation that lost in the final of the same tournament.
Two of our members here may remember the devastation of being beaten in the first round by a lesser nation and then the hosts in the final.
Who is sitting to my right?
Derek
Guess Who I'm Sitting Next To?
Yes, it was Lord Gemill of Nottingham who was sitting to my right on Thursday night.
I remember vividly lying on the carpet watching the Scotland v Holland match in 1978 at the tender age of 13. I had fallen into the trap of believing Ally McLeod when he promised that we would win the World Cup and bring it home from Argentina. We needed to win by 3 clear goals against one of the best teams in the world. When Archie scored that wonder goal we were 3-1 up with 20 minutes to play - just 1 more and we would be through to the next round. Despite the fact we had already been beaten by Peru and drawn with Iran I was convinced that it would be easy once we got to the knockout stages.
Then, 3 minutes later, disaster struck
- some guy called Johny Rep decided to score from the half way line with a canonball strike that almost burst the net - I think I stopped crying around 1980 
So, with all that memory in my head, and having watched that famous goal a million times, Lord Archie has become a bit of a cult hero for me and my generation. At an appropriate moment I decided to lean over and ask him to sign my hotel room charge card and put a message on for my son, Ross. He duly obliged but I was disappointed to find out that he is a grumpy little sod who is obviosly sick to the back teeth of being asked about "That Goal". He completely avoided eye contact with me and didn't say a word to me but continued to speak to his mates in a way that bordered on complete ignorance and rudeness.
I think I will forgive him for being grumpy and go back to thinking he is some sort of God
Derek
Alan, is this enough drivel for you or should I go on?
I remember vividly lying on the carpet watching the Scotland v Holland match in 1978 at the tender age of 13. I had fallen into the trap of believing Ally McLeod when he promised that we would win the World Cup and bring it home from Argentina. We needed to win by 3 clear goals against one of the best teams in the world. When Archie scored that wonder goal we were 3-1 up with 20 minutes to play - just 1 more and we would be through to the next round. Despite the fact we had already been beaten by Peru and drawn with Iran I was convinced that it would be easy once we got to the knockout stages.
Then, 3 minutes later, disaster struck
- some guy called Johny Rep decided to score from the half way line with a canonball strike that almost burst the net - I think I stopped crying around 1980 So, with all that memory in my head, and having watched that famous goal a million times, Lord Archie has become a bit of a cult hero for me and my generation. At an appropriate moment I decided to lean over and ask him to sign my hotel room charge card and put a message on for my son, Ross. He duly obliged but I was disappointed to find out that he is a grumpy little sod who is obviosly sick to the back teeth of being asked about "That Goal". He completely avoided eye contact with me and didn't say a word to me but continued to speak to his mates in a way that bordered on complete ignorance and rudeness.
I think I will forgive him for being grumpy and go back to thinking he is some sort of God
Derek
Alan, is this enough drivel for you or should I go on?
