[Mon, 01/04/2019, 00:25]
The Brazen Head buzzed with energy, the kind that only followed an Old Firm game. Celtic supporters spilled beer over tabletops, their cheers rising with every retelling of Rakim's dazzling run. Not just that they discussed various moments of the match they enjoyed as they watched the post-match analysis on, the screens.
However not everyone in the pub shared in the joy as those who had bad mothed Rakim were now receiving dirty looks. Near the back, where the wooden walls were darker from years of tobacco smoke and spilled ale, Scott and Jacob sat hunched over their pints. The two had been quiet since the final whistle, their sour expressions set in contrast to the raucous crowd.
Scott's face flushed red as he glared at the TV screen, watching the replays of Rakim's goal over and over. The smile on Rakim's face at the end of the match seemed to rile him even more.
