Let them eat cake.






Every one needs to get a birthday cake no matter how old they are. I was soooo excited to see this cake when I made a wee visit home a few weeks ago! 

I know that the past few weeks have been difficult on and off the pitch for Raith, but please please give them your support! 

PLEASE SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL MATCH DAY PROGRAMME AND YOUR LOCAL TEAM.


PAELLA AND BOVRIL 

From the Programmme Sep 24th  Raith 0 -  1 Ross County


Over 4,391 Km in 4 days, Barcelona, Edinburgh, Burntisland, Kirkcaldy, London then back to Barcelona, is enough to make anyone feel their age, but when the main reason fro clicking up all those air, rail and land miles is your 30th birthday, you not only do you feel your age everyone knows it, (no more “Oh me, I am in my twenties”).
To say I was excitedly apprehensive about turning 30 was an understatement. I am the kind of person who stopped counting at 20ish, as I still was not a “grown-up” and frequently said, “when I grow up I am going to…..”.  I was contemplating the "if I ignore it will go away "approach to it. However I decided that rather than ignoring it lets make the best of it, and what better way to celebrate than a wee trip home to have a curry with the family and a day at the Rovers! When I told my mum I was coming home she was over the moon, Jupiter and triple jumping Mars with excitement. She was on a mission, family were coming from all over for the meal. My family were amazing and made the weekend great, and the best thing ever was the cake! OMG what a cake, I screamed a little with excitement when I saw it! You have to admit it, it is something special, Julie Foy made it and a grand job she did as well, only “problem” that was a “small” cake, I would hate to see a large hahahaha. That was it the theme for the weekend set, a Raith Rovers 30th.
Soon as the fixture list was released I was checking to see what game would be my birthday weekend, all things crossed for a home match. The footballing gods must have heard my pleas, a home match we had, and against Dundee, rrrresult!  
I could not wait. Presents, parents, puppies and Stark’s Park on a Saturday afternoon. I thought I was in for a treat.
The other half was coming to, he had seen Raith away to Partick at Christmas, but this was to be his first home match.  I was bombarding him with information before his big day out!! I was building it up to be something magical.
Now it pains me to say this but the day out at the football was far from magical. Maybe it was my own fault that the day was a bit flat. Maybe I was living in the past. I remembered the days of a few pints in a bar near by, walking up towards the turnstile with a large group of like minded people, getting into the ground to be greeted by a good loud dose of Geordie Munro, showing off my new pink (I must say I do like it) away top, a good bit of atmosphere no matter what the result!
Before kick off there was a wee hint of something brewing, a few bangs, a wee singsong.  Not the Stark’s Park of old but a live football match no the less.  I was just loving the fact I could smell the mud on the pitch and the pies in the ovens. I am still have the school of thinking that live, not just live on the TV but LIVE still has that something! All was going ok, not hairs on the back of the neck stuff, but as ok to be expected a few games into the league on a September Saturday.
Half time came; my boyfriend and I just had to have a pie, (I have tried to explain the scotch pie at football to my Catalan friends, an do not get me started on how confused they get with the concept of macaroni in a pie, a pasta dish in an edible plate was the “best” explanation!). A flick thru the programme and we were ready for the second half.  We all know the score and no fan ever leaves a ground happy after a home defeat in a match you felt may have dominated in parts, but something was making me feel a little worse. The atmosphere sucked! Stark’s Park had seemed to have fallen victim to the virus that is plaguing all leagues, no atmosphere-itus! As soon as things went a wee bit drift, the place just died. No singing, no shouting, motivational or otherwise. Nothing, nada, zip! I know that if you have been going week in week out to the games and the team in your eyes are not giving you what you want you get frustrated, but it was like no strikes and your out, we ain’t even going try to sing it better! Was this just a one off, or is this the future of the game. Oh I hope not. Maybe I am getting romantic and soppy in my old age but the good old days were fun days and we as supporters made them the best days we could with a wee song!
So just in case you have forgotten the words……. Clear those throats……… Go on put on your best opera voice and give it one for old times sake. You never know you might enjoy it!


I’m Geordie Munro, my home is in Fife
I wanted to make a new start in my life
I was ready to fly to the U-S of A
But a certain wee lassie would say
Chorus
Oh no no no nooooooo
Geordie Munro
Oh no no no ma wee laddie
I don’t want tae go
Tae Idaho
I’d rather stay home in Kirkcaldy

 

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