Including my little brother who ran the length of the lounge room and skidded on his knees along the floor boards with his fists raised in victory.

I wasn't smiling and the Split Enz song " I see red, I see red, I see red" came to mind.

More reason for me to hate Man F*%#n Poo.

And as for that pomp-ass Scottish manager, drink as much Brandy as your heart desires, until it fails or until your nose drops off from dilation of blood vessels.