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So, Chris Paterson has retired. What will you always remember of him?

I'll keep this blog brief. And it is such good news to hear of a player retiring before the ignominy of being pushed.

I think I first noticed him when he romped in from 80 metres at the Melrose Sevens when his pace was plainly out of the ordinary.

And he appeared to have that instinctive ability to ghost past players that the likes of John Rutherford and Gregor Townsend before him - both Borderers - had in spades.

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So, who's going to win? There's an 1872 cup at stake over two games and Glasgow are the holders?

You'll have heard all the old jokes.

A table and chairs on a pavement in Edinburgh means it's a cafe, in Glasgow it's an eviction.

Glasgow people are friendlier and Edinburgh folk will say: "You'll have had your tea?".

And if you're looking for folk wandering around the East End in tracksuits who can't speak English there is no need to wait until Glasgow 2014.

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