I am now in severe displacement mode as I watch the clock tick away the seconds until the first ball is bowled at the Gabba.
So, to while the time away, I’ve been thinking about great sporting events at which I have been present. For some reason, I’m remembering 1984 and Heart of Midlothian’s first excursion into Europe for many a long year. We were drawn against Paris St Germain, playing them away in the first leg and I was not going to miss a chance to visit one of the most magical cities in the world for yet another time. Continue reading “What I did in Paris – 1984 Part 1”