I t was going so well too.I met up with Newhoose at a hotel in Moir Terrace, a few of us got on the bus at 1 then we repaired to the Edina Hibs club in the Jewel and another bunch of Hibbies got on and we headed off up the road. A bunch of young boys sits up the back of the bus and the singing begins.It started off with the usual songs that we all know and love, then someone starts off (can't remember which player it was) was a fucking refugee-not Skacel now it's moved on. Steve gave them an earful reminded them that we were a team set up by refugees. Then one of the boys come up with another one, this time about Fernando Rickson being a spastic, then one about being a @@@@@@. Then it's the one about Mrs Mercer having a dildo in her drawer. Then the one about Mrs mercer watching her husband dying of a stroke, then one about Brandon Barker dying from a bullet from the IRA, then one about Ibrox was empty they've fallen downstairs. Then to top all that there was one about there being 6 million jews died in the holocaust I wish they were proddies. At which point I told them to shut the fuck up.By the time we got to Ibrox ten minutes late both Newhoose and I were fuming. It left a nasty taste in the mouth and so much so we decided not to get the bus back or there would be another fight just as there was after a Montrose game. It's getting to the point whether I want to go through to Ibrox again or whether in fact I really want to follow this club. There are other sports to watch like Ice Hockey or Basketball.