Wishing You All a Very Happy...

[Austin McCann]

[Austin McCann]

[Girth]

Any room for a Cammy Bell inclusion?

That was simply a delicious game.

Thank you.

[HibsFan]

...Albert Kidd Day on this glorious May afternoon.

Despite these uncertain times that the coronavirus has brought us, I feel that it is important that we all take a moment to reflect on the events that occurred 34 years ago on this day.

Thousands of Hearts fans went to Tayside that afternoon knowing that only the most improbable of results would see their title snatched away from them.

Even if their bottle spectacularly crashed and they lost their first game since September, surely Celtic wouldn't score FIVE past St Mirren to better their goal difference?

Fast forward three and a half decades, and it seems that Dundee's change of mind has once again sunk the Jambos. This time consigning them to their natural home of the second tier, where their diet-h*n support spent half of the 70s and 80s festering.

Though I wouldn't say I'm pleased about the lockdown (I would have usually spent today down the Gallowgate having a knees up with Frank McAvennie and my fellow Celtic brethren), perhaps it has given us time to be at home with our families and reflect on the true meaning of our 3rd May holiday.

Hearts, thank you.

You gave me the greatest day of my life before my life even began.

Now, get doon and stay doon.

[Munoz]

[NorthBank]

Strangely you can still hear the sound of their bottle crashing 30 odd years on.

[Sergeant Wilson]

42 minutes ago, Munoz said:

Is that Neil Doncaster on the left?

[aaa]

[Romeo]

Feature on the BBC sport site.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/36186819

[Bohemian]

[Aim Here]

 

[sheikyerbouti]

Ah Albert Kidd day. It was also the day that the radiactive clouds created by the Chernobyl explosion emptied themselves over the UK. It is a day etched in my memory because that evening me and a few close friends were out in the rain parading about in the streets of Aberdeen in the Aberdeen Uni Students Annual Torcher parade.

So why is this relevant to AK?

Well, one of my friends (he still is) was down at Dens for the "event." He was of course absolutely cock-a-hoop at the opportunity for the Jam tarts to get their first league title in his memory (bearing in mind he was 21 at the time) so he had scraped together al his available cash to get down the road for the game. 

Anyway the rest of our merry band went full student and put together a scrappy looking float and dressed up in whatever we could think of so we could prance around the streets of Aberdeen getting cash for charity and using the opportunity to embark on a speed pub crawl down the length of Union St. The route took a big circle in the centre of Aberdeen so that it ended up at the top of Union Street at which point it stopped for a few minutes. At that point we spotted a lonely forlorn figure. It was my friend resplendant is a corduroy jacket, brown trousers , a tweed cap and of course a Heart of Midlothian scarf.  I should add for the younger folks on here that wasn't fashionable even then. He had just got the train back and wandered up to try and find us. we knew the score and were almost sympathetic (he was the only Hearts supporter in our group.) We invited him up on to the float and gave him a swig of something we had stashed. I should add that the weather was sheet. It was now dark. The drizzle had got heavier and it must have been 4 degrees. At this point we didn't know that the persistent rain that was soaking us contained  Caesium 137 and radioactive iodine but we were wrapped up because it was feckin cold.

Anyway our Hearts man didn't speak, seemingly the trauma had removed his power of speech., he just decided to remove his upper clothing, wrap a carpet round his waist, slipped his scarf back on and took up a "Britannia" style pose with a spear in one hand. in this pose he travelled on the back of a artic truck all the way down Union St in the pissing radioactive rain. Sounds bad you say but it got worse. The eagle-eyed Aberdonians including no doubt, many of those nasty, nasty casuals, spotted the scarf hanging damply on the neck of this poor traumatised man and startedlaughing and throwing coppers. I know! Aberdonians throwing money away! Strange days indeed. All the way down the crowded street he stood. Unmoving and impervious to the barbs of humiliating laughter and the actual pain of the coins bouncing off his head. The rest of us of course decided that it was his pain alone to suffer and continued on our pub crawl. 

Once the journey was complete he got off the trailer, put his shirt and jacket back on and went home. I don't think he spoke to anyone for a week after. Of course we learned how bad the radioactivity was from the rain in the days afterwards but this man is still around and healthy as far as I know. He procreated too 

In summary Albert Kidd caused a lot of suffering that day and in my mind I always associate him with the Chernobyl disaster but when I put my scientific side to matter I have come to a  rather frightening conclusion. In a post- nuclear apocolypse there will be two groups of survivors, cockroaches and Hearts fans.

[Arabdownunder]

Went to this with a Dee-supporting mate. One of the most entertaining games I've attended as a neutral. Remember clearly the eerie  silence from thousands of jambos when we were walking down Tannadice Street after the game. No shouting, singing or even conversations.

Maybe they were thinking about the victims of Chernobyl?

[HibsFan]

Ah, it just never stops being funny does it? 

[pozbaird]

I was at Love Street on Albert Kidd day to witness St Mirren being blown away by a big ugly fae’ Glasgow. I’m still embarrassed by our performance that day. Nah, I’m not really. Wouldn’t have mattered a fcuk had Hearts not shit the bed. GIRFUY. 6-2 loss v St Mirren at Love Street that season too - having taken the lead as well. Oh dear. Oh aye, almost forgot a photo…