I can't help thinking that in the Hibs march that the guy far left in the front row has not only got his ma to give him a bowl cut but has also borrowed her coat. Apologies if it's someone on here. If it's not then
50 of them present, if that. Pluke covered, bumfluff moustachioed, sister bothering, faced covered up sectarian, homophobic, would be toughies who walk around with the hands down their joggers smoking soap-bar and sniffing nail varnish. The Poundland equivalent of a footballing march to the ground.