I spent much of Saturday hoping that the Falkirk v Celtic football match yesterday would be cancelled. Frankly, this seemed quite likely, what with Falkirk currently being submerged. But, no, they decided to go ahead.
So, yesterday afternoon, blissfully unaware of the events of interest that were to occur that evening, I made my way to the stadium, where I was due to play. And, after what seemed an interminable wait (at least, until it did finally end), I marched onto the pitch, took up position just outside the centre circle, and proceeded to play.
It was all very exciting.
Anyway, after a while, they wanted to start the actual match, so my band left the pitch, and let them get on with it. At half time, we went back onto the pitch, played for a few minutes, and then departed. This inspired the team to go on and snatch defeat from the fickle jaws of stalemate.
All of this was actually in aid of fundraising for the band. I suspect we did not too badly out of the day, although not as well as might be hoped, as the flooding will have kept the attendance down, and many of those who did attend were no doubt fish. It is well known that most aquatic creatures are loathe to part with their money (except goldfish, of course, who are both generous and forgetful, and so can be relied on to give both grandly and frequently).
Also of note: during the first half, we were shown to one of the hospitality suites, where we were told we could watch the match. Except, that we were told we were strictly not to touch the blinds. When we arrived, the ground staff made sure to go round the room and close all the blinds, just to ensure that we couldn't see the pitch. However, we were able to watch it on the TVs they had scattered around the room. I thought that was wonderful.
Oh, and: our half-time show was apparently seen on Setanta Sports 1. Hence the title of this post.
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