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We ended 2008 with as comfortable a 1-0 victory as your ever likely to see against a woeful and typically indisciplined Hearts side, who are almost as good at class and dignity as their Govan cousins.
No doubt my Jambo collegue will whinge about Ian Brines (bet you he omits the two stonewallers though) but the truth is their side didn't even manage a shot on target whilst their players showed all the self-control of a group of neds who'd been hitting the Buckie.
Lee Miller's peach of a strike brought an eventful and interesting year for the Dons to a close, a year in which as fans we've reached the highest highs and plumbed the lowest depths.
The nadir was obviously the jaw-dropping horror of watching John 'Budgie' Stewart (arguably the worst collection of footballing DNA ever to don a red shirt… and I saw Haruldur Ingolfsson play) slam Queens' fourth past us at Hampden… if Calderwood had walked amongst us after that game, they'd still by trying to find his body.
The high point was undoubtedly Aluko putting us 2-1 up vs Bayern. If there's a Dons fan who tells you they didnae experience a delicous and delirious footballing orgasm at that exact moment, they clearly have no soul. It's moments like that that make the mediocrity worth enduring.
And what of 2009? Och, probably more of the same infuriating but addictive combination of triumph and tragedy… and to be perfectly honest, for all our moaning, we wouldn't have it any other way.
