Last Sunday was the first-ever Edinburgh derby played outside the top level. The fans didn’t mind and the home end was sold out within minutes. It took Hibs a bit longer to do that, but they also sold all their tickets. A sold-out game in the second tier, where’s the promised Armageddon that would happen when Rangers died? Although Neil Doncaster has the face of a very reliable man (I would trust him all my money), I think he exaggerate it a bit for his hidden agenda to put Sevco back in the top tier. Scottish football will be a better place when he will be a used car salesman again. But back to derby day. Before the game I was invited to a so-called “derby breakfast”. Really great, because my book won’t be about football alone. More about things around the match and the derby breakfast is a good example of that.

When I woke up, I was looking forward to the warm croissants, the scones with clotted crea and triple chocolate muffins. But I was wrong. There wasn’t any of them. It was a healthy breakfast, with beer (hops), cider (apples) and Jägermeister (56 herbs). A very good start of the day. I was introduced to many people, but it was a bit of a let down that only one of them was called Angus and there wasn’t a Hamish in sight. Also no bagpipes, kilts and haggis. I hate it when cliches aren’t true. I think the Scottish where dissapointed as well, as I didn’t brought tulips with me, wasn’t trying to sell drugs and I wore normal shoes, no cloggs.

It was a good breakfast and I almost missed the kick-off. I was sitting at exactly the same spot as the derby in March, where I decided to follow the Hearts for a season. My neighbour even recognized me from half a year ago. In the first half my job was to sober up. I had a bit of a fuzzy head after all that healty stuff. I don’t think the first 45 minutes were good, but I’m not sure. Hibs missed a penalty, that was quite funny. The second half wasn’t great either, but the last 15 minutes were brilliant. Three goals, two red cards and another derby win for Hearts (okay, I’ll try to be neutral this season but that’s hard). So I was quite happy. The best entertainment came from the away end. Some fud wasn’t looking at the game at all, but making gestures to the home fans that they were homosexual by softly touching and stroking his left wrist. I was really good entertainment and they should give the guy a show at the Fringe.

After the game I ended up at The Diggers where most of the “breakfast people” were drinking. I was a bit dissapointed that only two of them knew the difference between Holland and The Netherlands and I must voice doubts about the Scottish schools. At one moment I looked a bit drunk, when I dropped a tray with drinks. But that was because a wee girl took a pint of Strongbow of it and therefore I lost my balance. I ended the evening at the Gorgie Fish Bar, but next morning I saw that I hadn’t touched the food at all. My cats where very hungry and made a lot of noise in the other rooms, I’m such a bad cat lady, I saw a Yes-button on my shirt (upside down, like an Ultra), a pinbadge from Hearts v Zeljeznicar in my pocket and some anti-H1b5 stickers in my sweater. If you’ll see that in the morning, you knew you had a great day. Thanks for everbody I’ve met on Sunday and especially Lee, who invited me to this “breakfast”.

This season this will be my view

The game was sold out

Even Hibs had sold out

They weren’t reminded about the 5-1 at all

Today it looked like it would ended in 0-0, but 15 minutes before the end Hearts made it 1-0

Followed by a penalty a few minutes later

Some Hibees couldn’t take that and left before it was even taken

They missed all those lovely 5-1’s in their direction

This guy missed all the goals. He was busy pretending the home fans were gay

But for some reason he wasn’t taken very seriously

In The Diggers I was getting involved in politics

There was even a Yes-button on my shirt

And I had a lot of other stuff, when I searched my pockets