So, Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi is dead. The man accused of the Lockerbie bombing passes away but the uneasy sense of injustice does not. In spite of the decision of Scots Judges in the trial few believe this man committed this outrage. Clearly, as we have stated before, a political stitch up has taken place to satisfy a sense of justice, and the result was that justice was not done! Two points remain. Evidence keeps 'leaking out' that Megrahi could not have been the bomber but few seek to investigate this. What have the authorities to hide? The other point is Captain Will Rogers action of downing Iran Air IR655, killing 290, including 66 children. Ronald Reagan not only walked away from this event he awarded a campaign medal to Rogers. How do the crew of his ship feel now I wonder? Many Americans appear too keen to accept this man's guilt, yet many relatives have no belief in his being the bomber. Too many questions still remain unanswered, I suspect it will be 50 years before answers appear.
The Heart Of Midlothian paraded the Scottish Cup before their millions of fans today. Travelling through Scotland's historic capital the joyous throng cheered the magnificent men in maroon! Oh how I wish I had been there with them (although they appear not to have missed me) and cried my eyes out with happiness. Oh joy! It is difficult to believe but there was a time I wondered if I would ever see Hearts win a trophy. In 1962 I first stepped through the hallowed turnstile at Tynecastle Stadium and watched them defeat the Airdrionians by 6 goals to 1 and thought it would always be like this! The sun shone, the sky was blue and the world seemed good. That year we won the League Cup and it appeared to my mind that joy would always be mine! The victories would keep coming and I would be there to see it! However reality came into things. After the fifties, when the Heart of Midlothian swept all aside, the sixties saw a change, a change for the worst. After missing out on the League Championship in 1964/5 we entered upon a 'youth policy.' This meant 'cheap! (a lawyer was chairman!) Then followed years of despair, as you will guess I was there, at almost every game! Standing at Paisley, with the sleet hammering into our faces, we sang 'We shall overcome,' and lost three nil to a St Mirren side that got relegated. I saw a great deal of Scotland at this time, and usually returned depressed! It wasn't meant to be like this! It was 1998 before Stephan Adam (oh joy!) waltzed round the Rangers defence and smacked the winning goal home. How we rejoiced! Almost forty years we had waited for this, a phrase much repeated as we watched the open top bus slowly make its way through the crowds. The pain had gone! In 2006 we did it again! And now we have won the Scottish Cup for the third time so few years! (tears flow at this point) Who would have thought this would happen. I give thanks to God he allowed me to support the Hearts, a proper football team, not one with scurrilous attitudes or reasons to be embarrassed. How grateful I am!
However we must take a moment to consider the Hibernian players and fans who suffered such a defeat yesterday. After all the last time we met in the final, in 1896, we won that one also! The wee team must despair at our constant success, and habit of trouncing them every time we play them, a habit that stems from the first encounter on Christmas Day 1875, we won that one nil. Let us consider their pain, anguish, torment and despair thoughtfully.