That excuse for commentary yesterday was as nauseating as it gets. McCoist was a disgrace, as was Poutgatch (spl). They wet their knickers when boy ugly, put the raggies ahead. It was like a funeral when Silva equalised. I was so happy when it went in, that I jumped up and mooned right in front of the tv. Their biased coverage was shocking. I got a bollocking off Mrs Spacers, but didn't care. The feeling when people have been irritating you for two hours, and it backfires in their fart featuring faces. Penalty shoot-out was a mirror of it when they thought their darlings were home in a boat. Didn't dare moon again, but one of our finest days for me.