About Last Night
I was sitting in a hotel room in London this morning when I got a call from our Sports Editor, Tom Connor. He was in Paris where he had witnessed Scotland's amazing one nil win over France. This morning he had been out in the streets rounding up members of the Tartan Army to appear on Good Morning Scotland. He sounded breathless with excitement and revealed that there had been almost 100,000 online requests for the ´óÏó´«Ã½ Radio Scotland during the game. Tom asked me if I'd heard any of David Begg's commentary.
I hadn't but I could tell you exactly where I was when James McFadden scored . I was wandering the streets of Notting Hill, trying to catch a bus to Shepherd's Bush. This was because London tube drivers on the Central Line had gone on strike and passengers had to make their own arrangements to complete their journeys. The flight from Glasgow had already been delayed and I knew that my loving family would have been expecting my "arrived safely" call an hour ago.
So I got to my hotel room and phoned home only to be told that Scotland were one-up with ten minutes to go and that I really should get off the line so Mrs Zed and the Zedettes could watch the end of the match. I did what I was told.
That's the thing about families and football...you have to know the score.
