My girlfriend scoffs when I tell her my Dad watches more football than I do. If he has to go out when Luton are taking on Middlesbrough, he’ll record it. Family dinnertime will be shifted if it coincides with Levante kicking off against Mallorca. When he moved to Dundee from Annecy in France (the best … Continue reading 1994 Scottish Cup final – re-remembering the end of the Hampden Hoodoo