Victory is always great deodorant. I’ve sensed this on occasion and recall a sage, exiled to the New World from Port Glasgow, sharing this insight in the summer of 1989. We had won the Scottish Cup Final at the end of that season in a game that was turgid to watch and like so many O** F*** games of that era, decided by the solitary goal...
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