Celtic 1 Rangers 0 (30 minutes to go)

Date: 8/7/2021

When I was about 16 or 17 I hung about with a guy who is a Rangers fan. He was friendly with abother guy who I knew and didn't like as he was what we'd call a right bitter bastard - a "hun". Hates Celtic, Catholics, the lot. A hateful cunt if I am putting it mildly. Anyway I made the rather stupid mistake one time of inviting them to my house to watch a football match involving our two teams on TV, with their team having home field advantage. Suffice it to say their team won 1-0 and they were celebrating like silly wee lassies. I knew at that time I had cocked up big time but I was rather young, gullible and easily led at this point in my life. Now that I am 35 years or so older I would never do that ever again. In fact, no way would I choose to associate with someone like that prick I talked about at the start. So that was the preamble for my dream which I really don't have much detail on. I am in, what I believe to be, my living room with my then friend and that other joker. Celtic are playing Rangers on TV and again it is at their ground. I am expecting Celtic to lose because we are pretty rubbish at the moment. I check the time played on TV and it's close to 60 minutes, the score still 0-0. From a throw in, one Celtic player advances into the penalty box and lobs the onrushing goalkeeer. The ball descends beautifully into the goal and Celtic are 1-0 up. I look to my right. I expected them both to start celebrating but then I remember slowly that both are supporting the other team. It takes some time for me to realise this then I drop to the floor and start celebrating myself, albeit muted. Unlike those other two pricks, I do have some level of self awareness. Even in situations like this. I then start to wonder if I have shown my cards too early as there is still around 30 minutes to play. I start pacing around the room, anxious. I don't remember anything after that.