Gers blow chance to close gap in title race (Arabs … 3 GERS … 3)

… I Didnae go, troops. I Didnae go. And MAN oh man am I feeling guilty about it now.

There are about two Rangers fans who attend EVERY match in a season. I’m not one of them (though, one day, when I get the money together, I really do want to do that - EVERY game in a season. Home, away - from Dagestan in the Uefa Cup qualifiers to Midweek Cup replays at Dingwall - the full works). But that’s okay - I can live with that.

Mainly because I couldn’t afford to live if I DID go to EVERY Rangers game. Fu** me - it costs a freakin FORTUNE and, being a half-arsed, not-very-good hack with a wife and five bellies to support, I find the Live Setanta/BBC/Sky coverage has to suffice for the odd away game.

On Saturday, though, I COULD have done it. I COULD have been at Tannadice - and that’s what’s really bugging me.

I had enough disposable income on me. I didn’t go out for my obligatory fifteen pints and a Large Donner, salad and sauce, on Friday night and I had a relatively inexpensive Saturday night and Sunday evening. Like most of the rest of Britain, I watched Kill Bill 1 on DVD on the former and Kill Bill Volume 2 at the flicks on the latter - both SHOCKINGLY mysoginistic piles of re-heated trash, by the way - deeply offensive to the women they’re supposed to be empowering and the genre flicks they’re supposed to be “omaging”. I really, really, really SHOULD have wasted my money on watching “Kill Billy Dodds” or “Kill Billy Boys” - whatever you want to call the epic little shock-horror flick which unfolded on Tayside on Saturday.

Instead, and just to prove how do-able Tannadice was, I ended up spending about