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But…but…but… These things always even themselves up over a season.

Usually referred to as “extra tim”. Cunts.

Fuck.

Katrine Troll, a strong ally in the Stop The War campaign, thrown under the bus by the man who called loyal supporters ‘scabs’ because they refused to validate his lies. Now he’s topping Alba’s constituency vote list. “Beware charisma” we were correctly warned by a cynical but sensible college boss.

I can remember them all as far back as Alec Douglas-Home who had to renounce his peerage to take on a moribund Tory party around 1963. By the two 74 elections I was involved, but neither Wilson, nor Callaghan was radical enough. From today’s perspective, they were almost Kerensky and Kosygin compared today’s self-serving cabal of wishy-washy dinna-scare-the-cuddies “progressives”. I despair after the graft put in during the 77-79 referendum campaign, and the input of trades unions to the Kenyon Wright Constitutional Convention, that Holyrood’s become a safety-first talking shop full of party placemen/women/others with any hint of radicalism strangled at birth by the system, opinion polls, and sneaky, snide SPADs. I’ll be spoiling my ballot in May as there is fuck all worthy of my vote. Anent Westminster, it’s as remote politically as Peru. As Bambi said to Scumbag College, “the rich kids always win”. I trust I can rely on your vote? Dinna bother.

I think he played in the 1972 game where it was 0-0 at HT, and finished 8-0 to the Dons. Next morning, I had to laugh at the HT phoned-in Daily Record report filleting the Dons for a poor performance under the score “Aberdeen 8 Falkirk 0”. https://www.afcheritage.org/matches/match-report?id=3041

I’ve just seen the club announcement. I think only Bobby Clark, Chalky (Tam’s best pal), Jinky, and Jimmy Wilson from the 1967 cup final team are still on the right side of the turf. Of the 1970 cup-winning team, Bobby Clark, Jim Hermiston, George Murray, Martin Buchan, Joe Harper, Bumper, and George Buchan are still extant. Tam was also Inverness Thistle (RIP) player-manager, and when he came back to the city as a taxi driver was aye good for a pint in the cricket club at Mannofield. I was at a Football Memories session at Pittodrie about 3 years ago, and it was sad to see how dementia had affected him. Ach.

If Those Who Want To BE Us defend like they did in the final throes of their hilarious Easter Road debacle in midweek, we could be in luck. It’s their cup final, after all.

“…question whether the correct processes were followed ahead of the postponement of their game at Aberdeen. The William Hill Premiership contest was called off at 4.20pm on Wednesday, less than four hours before kick-off. Aberdeen contacted league officials at about 1.30pm to request a pitch inspection amid concern over a waterlogged goalmouth and the match was called off by a match official after a 4pm inspection. A Celtic statement read: “It is extremely regrettable that last night’s match against Aberdeen was postponed, particularly at such a late stage. “While we understand the decision, clearly we sympathise with our supporters, many of whom had begun making their journeys or had arrived in Aberdeen already. “We have raised the matter with the SPFL, to understand whether the SPFL pitch inspection protocol was followed correctly. “In our view, there must be the ability to make earlier decisions on matches. We are very sorry that our fans have been inconvenienced in this way and thank you sincerely for your support.” Aberdeen announced the game had been postponed because of player safety concerns, with fourth official Greg Soutar later telling Sky Sports there were concerns players could lose their footing in the soft goalmouth. The ball was also not bouncing in the affected area in front of the Merkland Stand. The postponement followed sustained rainfall, after a period of heavy snow, in the Aberdeen area, and persistent showers are due to continue until Saturday’s scheduled Scottish:Gas Scottish Cup tie between the Dons and Motherwell at Pittodrie”. Get to fuck you fucking whining entitled fucking fucks.

Toonser 1: “Ye’re lookin affa glum, min. Fit’s worst wi ye?” Toonser 2: “I found a pey pucket wi a thoosan poun in it”. Toonser 1: “So fit wye are ye nearly greetin?” Toonser 2: “Jist tak a look at hoo much tax ah’ve hid to pey.”

From 0-1 down, to 2-1 ahead going into stoppage time. 2-3. Goodwin’s fraudulent fucker act continues. Stick at it, Jim.

Water table, min. Aquifers and that.

Tims absolutely raging elsewhere. It’s almost as if we’ve never travelled, and found out at 2.45 that a match has been postponed. Suck it the fuck up you manky cunts - or bring soap.

Deid rat in the post please, to this poory-informed patronising prick and his attempt to comment on terracing mass-participation in today’s Scotsman. What a fucking roaster. Stick to rugby for fuck’s sake. Booooooooooo… https://archive.ph/XQLJZ Best fitba chants ever? The huns, I’m afraid, when they took the Piglets’ ‘Johnny Reggae’ - it was really Jonathan King in late 1971 - as a basis for their: ”Johnny Johnny Greigy, he’ll break your fucking leggy” and ourselves, when Davie Dodds scored a late winner for us at Fir Park: ”Davie Dodds, Davie Dodds, you’re not ugly anymore”.