EMBARRASSING:
There's probably better Ive done, but finding out our substitute teachers name was Hendrix while he went to the loo, proceeding to gyrate loudly on his desk playing Air Guitar yelling 'IM JIMMY! IM JIMMY HENDRIX!!" and have him walk in, stand behind me, and hit me on the head (softly) with his metre long ruler.
"You think thats funny, Son?"
I nearly fainted when all the blood drained out of my face.
BEST MOMENT:
It wasn't the Birth, that was a horror-show. It was when she grabbed my finger and looked right through me; she knew and i knew. The cosmos aligned. I lost my ****.
MOMENT I GOT AWAY WITH:
It's the the Semi Finals, 2005 and the ball is out on the right flank and the opposition are on the counter. I'm steaming back, tracking my man who's got a yard on me. I'm smashing along after him into the box, chasing 'Pommie' (played for our mortal enemies Doonside as long as Ive played) and I'm catching up with him as the ball comes swinging across the penalty area. Keeper's well out of position and nowhere to be seen and as the ball looks destined to latch onto Pommies head and scream into the net, i catch up with him and quite deliberately smash into him, knees, elbows, two men running at high speed collecting each other...we pinwheel like one of those cartoons over the six yard box and end up tangled in the back of the net, ball nicely out for a throw in on the other side. STONE COLD penalty, biggest penalty you've ever seen. I should have been marched straight away. The Ref lets it go! No penalty! Pommie is livid, he's jumping up and down at this stage, fuming isn't the word. He's a race car in the mutherf@cking red, and I'm laughing my tits off. Pommie ain't giving it up, there's 10 minutes to go and it's one all, they are heavy favourites and his face is spitting. The ref gives him a yellow, and it being his second, he's gotta walk. He's being dragged off and he's throwing verbal daggers all over the show. it goes to penalties and we win something ridiculous like 12-11. Takes him a couple of years and him trying to exact vicious revenge every tackle but we bury the hatchet over a few brews.