Three funerals and a gubbing

Well now. I’m told that last night in Limassol was even worse, in terms of levels, than when Pedro’s Sevco met with little Progrès in July 2017. The likeable Portuguese spoofer having a rammy in a hedge with the Bears was a moment to wrap up and keep forever. This chap in the Scottish government has helpfully crunched the numbers about the result last night. The consensus opinion of the brave souls who actually watched the match was that the home side were worthy winners...