BigAl

Tend to agree with Kowlaski on this one. Now that we have nothing to play for other then pride Think our turn out will be down for this one. Playing it on a Thursday night certainly ain't going to help matters. I'm not going to come up for it, nor are my two boys so right away thats three off the crowd. Think we'll see a cordon of police positioned in front of the filth.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/scot_prem/7390620.stm No blame on the players tonight

Forgot to say the morns night, i'll be raising a glass to the greatest Aberdeen team it has been my privledge to witness, and certainly wiping a tear or six from my eyes

Dinnae worry about their inaccuracies, half of Dundee will be wipping their erse with it within the next week or so

Understand where slim is coming from though, given previous from Mr Calderwood, no doubt ahead of the game he'll be giving it Barry this and Barry that, what a great finisher " Big Kris" is, what an example to every boy starting out in football "Grandpa Weir" is etc etc

Anyone in the employment of AFC should NEVER be allowed to view any game against the ofrces of darkness as a nothing game Eevery opportunity to fuck them should be grasped with both hands

Thinking about this and by Calderwoods way of thinking he'd obviously be good to have around the place and be a laugh in the dressing room. That'll be abody else laughing at him for shagging Jade Goody (allegedly ) and then stalking her (again allegedly )

No words could possibly sum up what I think of this

Exactly my thoughts

Had a drink or six tonight Sharpie

Like your optimism

Think the huns will be seriously fired up tonight, on account of their mistaken correct understanding that nae cunt likes them

Not necessarily they could draw, but defeat would increase chances

Good research mate. See your return is adding vlaue to the site already

Career details. Never made a first team start for Newcastle, but has been capped at full international level http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Troisi

Aye that'll be it

Garry Hay is a decent left back/midfielder. He is currently club captian at Killie and see that he is close to being 31 and been at Rugby Park all his professional career. Not sure if he is out of contract in the summer or not though

Yesterday news I know, but nae seen any comment on here about this article. Anyone any idea who this mystery youth player is ? Seem to remember a story about a young lad in Glasgow who was the son of an asylum seeker that we were supposedly looking at Anyone else mind anything about this ? interesting claim that our youth academy is right up there with Brothers Grim and Edinburgh twosome. Surely this being the case we will see the fruits shortly Aberdeen’s Gothenburg Greats have returned to haunt the Old Firm once again as the Dons prepare to trump the Glasgow clubs in the competition for one of Scotland’s brightest young talents. Peter Weir, an assistant director of the Pittodrie youth academy with fellow 1983 hero Neil Simpson, is on the verge of a signing coup which he believes is a sign of things to come. Weir, who will be back in the north-east this weekend for the testimonial events to mark the 25th anniversary of Aberdeen’s triumph against Real Madrid in the European Cup Winners’ Cup, said: ]“Our academy structure is right up there alongside Rangers, Celtic, Hibs and Hearts. “Without naming names, we are very close to signing a teenager who is being courted by both Rangers and Celtic. “The Old Firm want to wine and dine his family, but we have already shaken hands and I’m confident he will stick to the agreement. “Rangers and Celtic throw money at young players in a way we cannot afford to do, but that is not always the best way forward. Aberdeen pull out all of the stops to persuade young players Pittodrie is the best place for them to develop their career. Our record of signing good young players in recent years, in the face of strong competition, vindicates our approach.†Weir insists it will take time for the green shoots in the Dons youth academy to blossom, but is confident about the future. He said: “We will have five or six young players moving up to go full-time for next season and there are already promising players in the under-17 and under-19 teams. It is still too early to expect them to be knocking on the first team door, but over the next couple of years it should begin to happen if they apply themselves properly and fulfil their potential.†A proportion of the proceeds from this year’s programme of Gothenburg testimonial events will be donated by the 1983 players to Aberdeen’s youth set-up.

As long as he isn't a catcher

Actually might be wrong, think they both have 11 caps

Correct me if I'm wrong but sure he has more caps than Cadger

American transfer window closed until 15th June, but Soapy is allegedly being invited over for trials with Houston Dynamo.

IT WAS the fairy-tale to end them all. If someone had told us that the mighty Cup-winners of Europe, from Scotland to the Soviet Union, from the Baltic to the Mediterranean, would one day knock each other out until the great Real Madrid was left to face the Dons of Pittodrie, we would have sent for the men in white coats. But it happened. In 1983, the venue for that European final would be the Swedish city of Gothenburg and Aberdonians were poised for the greatest adventure in their sporting lives. On the eve of that event, I urged readers of the Evening Express to throw their native, North-east caution to the wind and savour the moment, win or lose. Just to be there was wonderful. Upwards of 12,000 of us were on our way, 50 plane-loads augmented by motor-car and ferry-boat. Aberdeen Airport had never seen anything like it as the Red Army took off via North Sea oilfields to skim the forests of Scandinavia and take total possession of glorious Gothenburg. The folk of Madrid thought it so much of a formality that only small numbers bothered to come. So we had the Swedes on our side, and Gothenburg belonged to Aberdeen. From the day before the match, I have a snapshot of wandering across the pitch with fellow journalist Hugh McIlvanney, Dons vice-chairman Chris Anderson and that great legend of football, Jock Stein, whose invitation from manager Alex Ferguson was a master-stroke of psychology. For this was the moment. Quietly, there was a belief that the biggest upset in European football history might well be on the cards. It had all begun with the arrival of Fergie in the summer of 1978. The new man appeared very modestly at the Capitol Cinema on the night my very first History of the Dons book, marking the 75th anniversary of the club, was published in the presence of 2,000 cheering fans. How could I have guessed that, within the next eight years, the recently sacked manager of St Mirren would render that book out of date and set himself on the road to becoming the greatest club manager in the history of British football? From the sunshine of that Tuesday in Gothenburg, the storm clouds gathered next day as we made our way to the Ullevi Stadium, built for the 1958 World Cup finals, when first we heard of Pele. Now the heavens were opening as the Dons’ bus approached and the players filed into the dressing-room. Gordon Strachan, always a great observer, told me later of the hush that descended as the players went into their own thoughts, their own prayers, and just looked at each other. He was looking at the young lads, Neale Cooper, Neil Simpson, Eric Black and John Hewitt. “I was wondering what was going through their young minds,†he said. Fergie gave his final words. It was now up to them. From the utter silence, there erupted a shouting and screaming, like a bunch of schoolboys. The rest is indeed history. By the time Peter Weir had instigated that magnificent run on the left, chipping the ball to Mark McGhee, who sent the perfect cross for John Hewitt to head home the winner, a world-wide television audience of 800 million knew, if they didn’t know before, that a city called Aberdeen existed. Grown men of Aberdeen granite stood on the slopes of Ullevi, the rain rolling down their cheeks, except that it was not all rain. For once, they could let loose the pent-up emotions that are hard for a North-east man to release. In days of greater patience, their fathers and grandfathers had lived through the first 43 years of Dons’ history without a single trophy gained. Finally, on May 11, 1946, Frank Dunlop and his men beat Rangers at Hampden to bring home the Scottish League Cup. We should have checked the omens. Here we were, on that very same date, attaining the unimaginable pinnacle of experience. This was their finest hour. Back at the team’s hotel at Farshatt (“Faar’s ‘at?†became the joke), the Dons filed through to the applause of Swedish diners. In the banqueting room I noticed chairman Dick Donald heading for the buffet-table. I knew he had not had a chance to speak to Willie Miller, his captain and most significant player in the history of the club. Now was his chance, for Willie was just ahead of him. Anxious as ever to record historic moments, I eavesdropped quite blatantly, waiting for the immortal words. The conversation went like this: Dick: “Well well, Willie, it’s been quite a night.†Willie: “Aye, so it has.†The brevity of two great and unflappable figures in the history of Aberdeen Football Club had surely said it all. Next day, as the team returned to 100,000 welcomes, all the way from the airport, along Anderson Drive and down Albyn Place to Union Street, the men, women and children of the Granite City were not so reserved. As the celebrations reached Pittodrie I paused to reflect – and suffered a pang of anti-climax. Would we ever see a moment like this again? Unlikely. Then again, if we had had the choice, would we have preferred to miss out on that day of incomparable ecstasy? Twenty-five years later, I feel exactly the same. Gothenburg is not an albatross, as some would have us believe. It is an inspiration to future generations to dream their dreams. And to know that, in the mysterious workings of fate, they can actually come true.

Aye seen that one, just about spat my lunch o'er the laptop when i read the title

have read all the books written by Nelson Demille...... if you've enjoyed them so far, trawl charity shops and Amazon for the others