THEY say when journalists become the story, they have a problem. And Houston some of us football hacks had a helluva problem in the Romanian outpost of Giurgiu the other night.
I don’t know if you have ever been trapped in a broken lift for 45 minutes?
I know I hadn’t, until just before Celtic were scheduled to take the field against Astra Giurgiu in Europa League on Thursday night.
It wasn’t exactly on the bucket list….
Frankly, sumo wrestlers in Turkish baths would sweat less than I and my esteemed colleagues did in that confined, mirrored prison which wasn’t even two-years-old.
It took the maintenance staff so long to get their backsides in gear and crank the bloody thing from between floors to, sort of, ground level, I thought they intended to wait till the fifth anniversary of its installation for a first service.
And in the midst of all this a Romanian journalist decided to stop bellowing his disgust at events and take a smiley selfie.
I thought that was the low point.
What was it Morrissey once wrote: “I can smile about it now, but at the time it was terrible.”
Wonder what lift he was trapped in?