Anti-climax

The football the other night turned out to be an anti-climax. I don't mean the match itself (although I gather from people who follow such things that it was a nil-nil draw - ooh, exciting stuff...) but in terms of post-match mob disorder outside my building. True, there were lots of people wandering around on their way home and a big queue developed outside the subway station but apart from the odd whoop and holler wafting on the breeze through my window it was all pretty civilised. No gangs of footy fans stripped to their underpants, chanting, dancing around with sticks and worshipping fire... nothing.

There is another match on this afternoon - Rangers vs. Liverpool - and there is a steady stream of people heading towards Ibrox stadium as I type. The only mildly anti-social behaviour in evidence is a regular flow of lads taking a piss up the wall behind the shops on the main road. I have a clear view of that from my window: no sign of hidden spears or nunchucks. Disappointing. Maybe things will liven up after the match.