After the torture that was the M80 the short journey to Dunfermline was relatively pain free. Despite Kieran's protestations that no-one should ever have to enter Fife we arrived with around 10 minutes to spare. The hot dog we had devoured at Falkirk was satisfactory, the steak bridie however at Dunfermline was far more substantial, far more delicious.
We took our seats just as the game had kicked off and noted that, curiously, the referee appeared to have gone down injured. Sure enough he was carried off moments later to unsurprisingly non sympathetic cries of 'cheerio cheerio' from the 2,000 or so Pars fans. After jokingly telling Kieran that they'll probably ask the fans for someone to assist in officiating: the stadium announcer crackled into life to indeed ask the supporters for help. Three Dunfermline fans duly stepped forward and 10 minutes later one appeared in the full linesman's kit to a chorus of cheers from his mates on the far side. Each offside decision he made was met with 'you don't know what you're doing'. He struggled to contain his laughter for the entire game.
With Dunfermline one up in the 2nd half Airdrie brought a trialist on and his impact was immediate: he scored a belter of an own goal to put Dunfermline into a comfortable and ultimately unassailable lead. Indeed the trialist ended up at left back after coming on in right midfield. the manager seemed completely unsure as to what to do with him.
Dunfermline saw the rather tame match out comfortably and we began our trek home. It had been a day full of farce, traffic jams, missed goals, missing pies and injured referees. definitely one to remember.
Journey - 6/10
Pie - 8/10
Bovril - 7/10
Ground - 6/10
Game - 4/10