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The ire that overwhelmed me when standing in the pishing rain on Eglinton Street and seeing the Babies equalise was tempered a good deal when the final score came through from Kynoch Park: Keith 2, Nern neen. That’s the Maroons unbeaten for hunners, and, most pleasing for the anointed people of Central Banffshire, is the fact that the Maroons are ahead of Buckie in the table. Games in hand ana. Keith’s opening goal scored by Jack Searle, on loan from the Reds. For family reasons, I’m unable to attend live fitba for the next couple of months.

He confirmed in Mal’s Red TV interview that Kerr’s his assistant. I found the interview quite inspiring as he sounds like he’ll accept nae shite, and seems to have a good insight to the game as she is played on this fucking rainy, windy rock. I’m unlikely now to see many/any games before the end of the season, unfortunately, but I’ll be keeping tabs on him.

I went to Kev’s book tour in Edinburgh in July. He was interviewed by his fellow Midlander Stewart Lee. Utterly fabulous. Word of a new album on its way this year, and if Dexys tour it, I suppose I’ll have to attend for what I think would be the 13th time.

Maroons min! 3-2 away in Wick. A long journey home, with the Wick off-licence mannie rubbing his hands in anticipation.

COYRFFS

This box has many of the majors of “angry young men/new wave” [for that clumsy attempt at genrefication..] but it’s about 2.5 times the price I paid for it years ago. https://www.giftofsound.co.uk/do/product/Woodfall_A_Revolution_in_British_Cinema Puzzle: were Rita Tushingham and Wilko Johnson - around 1974 - ever seen in the same room at the same time?

I canna do the fantasy fairies and witches literature or film. Star Wars is a total mystery to be and I have no desire to have it otherwise. Give me a paperback tale concerning a twenty-something Nottingham bicycle factory worker with grease under his fingernails, a rebellious attitude to authority, and who lives for a weekend of beer and fornication. Sillitoe’s the boy.

I hate every cunt that isn’t us (in varying degrees). I am proud to be an equal opportunities supporter.

Top Reds have an innate hatred for those coat tail-hanging whores’ bastards. They love all that “New Firm” pish, piggybacking on to our success. Let the trophy count show: Ferguson 10, Greeting Jim 3. Quod erat demonstrandum.

Yaaas. Fucking roon ye, Goodwin.

Fuck “the Arabs”. Wankers every one. Remember Funso Ojo. Good to see that the Babies’ second goal was scored by Finn Yeats, ex-Don, ex-Maroon.

And in the false files I’ve been allowed access to, there’s some lie about “Goodwin” being Aberdeen’s manager. Surely the hell not, the fucking loser?

Armstrong, in his Red TV interview kept using the expression “against the ball”. I assume that’s nouveau coach-speak for opponents being in possession? Sakes boys, I struggle with these new metaphors.

https://www.afcheritage.org/matches/match-report?id=3249

They were holders when we drew them in 68-69. The Saturday date at Pittodrie was called off due to the weather, so it was hurriedly arranged for the Monday evening, where it ended in a draw. The fixture backlog was so bad, that the replay was scheduled for the following evening in Dunfermline. Ally Shewan sustained a broken toe on the Monday evening, but just got the club doctor to give him an injection and he played as usual. Tough as fuck Proper Mannies’ left back. No fannies in our squad then. Davie Robb scored twice to put us through, unexpectedly, because we’d had a poor season (we finished 15th in an 18-club league, as I recall). We beat Killie 3-0 at Rugby Park in the quarter final after a 0-0 draw, but fucked up badly in the semi-final at Parkheid, where the dead zombie liquidated cunts of hell and several surrounding postal code areas gave us a 6-1 doing. As fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday, but I hivna a clue where my specs are.