My Sporting Saturday

A piece I wrote for The Herald commissioned by their sports supremo Stewart Weir, a man I’ve shared many a press box intimacy with, not least in the fox hole at Starks Park (May 2017).

ONE of the great mysteries of the universe, or my one anyway, is how would I have spent the 3000 odd Saturdays I’ve clocked up so far if I hadn’t been fitba daft. Continue reading My Sporting Saturday

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