ABERDEEN
LAST week was the perfect example of our season, a euphoric high followed almost immediately by crushing insipid mediocrity.
So to the high at Parkhead, or Dnipro revisited, in that it was 15 seconds of inspiration and 90 minutes of perspiration, and of course a goal from the Red Army cult (pronounced with an 'n') hero Darren 'Mackigol' Mackie to send the red hoardes into ecstasy.
Perhaps none more so than a well known Glaswegian Red who had a £10 on Dons 1-0/Mackie first goal double and was last seen buying an entire bar in the Merchant City a round.
And then to Saturday and the mediocrity of the St Mirren game. I could be hypocritical and whinge that St Mirren coming to Pittodrie to hang on and hit us on the break, but that's precisely what we did to Celtic.
Last season we would have found a way to grind out the result but even against 10 men we huffed and puffed and got absolutely nowhere, with no guile, grit or flair, and you were left wondering why the hell you paid £21 for the 'privilege'.
Still, on the upside, thanks to Mackigol, and barring the mother of all cock ups against Queen of the South, we'll have the opportunity to abuse our livers in foreign climes once again next autumn, so mustn't grumble…well not too much.
The Red Avenger