...and Celtic Football Club followed me. That's right sports fans, Celtic FC have invaded Toronto, for no other reason that to force bald, drunken, puking louts upon me once again.

My husband and I were on our way home from the movies this evening (M. Night Shyamalan's new movie, The Village, is more of a renter - good, but not great), when the baw-heids descended upon us on the subway. Their green-and-white-striped team strips sent shivers down my spine. I had hoped never again to be in a group of these people.

Allow me to explain. When I first moved to Scotland, I looked forward to perhaps attending a soccer game or two, just as my husband is looking forward to hockey season here in Canada - because it's traditional. But as I became more and more aware of the underbelly of Scottish culture (it ain't all sheep and kilts, let me just say!), I discovered NEDS (Non Educated DelinquentS). A vast majority of these NEDS were supporters of either Celtic (Catholic) or Rangers (Protestant), the two major Glasgow teams. So voracious was their sectarian support of their teams, that violence was the norm instead of the exception. In addition, it is a rare Scottish man who can hold his liquor, and so the streets would be full of drunken, fighting, puking, unattractive men wearing green. Bottom line: I couldn't wait to get back to Canada.

Mr Right and I noticed tonight the vast difference between Scottish Celtic supporters, and those that were born and raised here in Canada that might have Scottish relatives, and therefore support Grandpa's "home team." The Scottish ones were out earlier in the day, heading toward various bars around the city where they could get good and drunk well before the game. The Canadian Celtic fans left their homes with just enough time to make it to the stadium, often escorting wives or elderly parents. These people just wanted to watch a soccer game.

And I hope they are not disappointed. I hope they enjoy themselves, and that the Scots who are in town behave, and don't make assholes of themselves, the way they do at Parkhead in Glasgow.