Let the games begin....

Tonight sees the start of this year's Champions League and Celtic have a tough game in Donetsk. I had a dream last night that they would lose 4-1 and, as unrealistic as this sounds, I had to put a wager on it as the dream was so vivid. The bookies must love it when folk like me dream about football.
As for Rangers tomorrow, Ferguson's fitness is crucial as the team look devoid of ideas without him, as Saturday's embarrassing defeat to Hearts showed. The Old Firm need to win their home games if they are to progress to the last 16 so Rangers need to go out and be positive as anything less than a victory will be met with disappointment.
For anyone who was wondering, the reason I haven't blogged in a fortnight or so is that I've been in France on holiday. It felt gloriously surreal to be sat in a Brittany gite with my old man watching Scotland beat France on their equivalent of BBC 1. Magnifique.
What made it even sweeter for me was that days earlier I had stumbled into a pub in the village I was staying in to buy pizzas and was met with the Gallic glare of about ten seriously pished Frenchmen of various ages. There were two boys who looked about 16 slumped over a table with goblets of luminous green liquid in front of them. I thought for a minute I was back in East Kilbride.
Anyway, the pub soon ascertained I was Ecosse and were only too happy to tell me how France would destroy us and laughed mockingly as I hastily left with pizzas in hand.
Oh what a grin I had on my face on the Thursday night walking by that same pub.