This was my first ever trip to St. Andrews, one of those grounds that looks better on the TV. A dreadful away concourse made out of nothing but concrete with a bar in it, you’d think that the place hadn’t actually finished being built yet. The TV cameras cleverly hide the horrendous ‘main stand’, a glorified bus shelter with a pie van on the outside of it. I say all this as its all I really noticed for the first half hour, some awful football played on a pitch with more bobbles than the Somme. The ball didn’t move freely at all, the far touchline looked as if a tractor had driven down it and it was no spectacle at all.

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