Still smarting a bit from today's events? Me too, the alcohol which I couldn't face earlier is now flowing but not yet easing the pain.
Through mismanagement and poor decision making from the top down we find our club in disarray, our on the field frailties brutally exposed by an expensively assembled Celtic team. Of course the problems go far deeper than that, Scottish football itself took a fair beating today as one of it's proudest and biggest clubs suffered an humiliating defeat that will shock the football world at home and abroad. And it will.
So what about us? The ones who really care. Where do we go from here?
Some of us will be hoping to take some comfort from an almost inevitable managerial change as a Dons legend, a broken man tonight, clings on to his dream job by his finger nails. Some will find growing levels of apathy drowning out their ability to care any more. Some might even turn their backs on the club for good.
Me? I'll see you at Pittodrie on Tuesday. Kids are coming too - on a school night. The club we all love needs us, our spl future means we need the points, the players pulling on those red shirts need our support.
We've been here before and the Red Army rose to the occasion. I hope we can again. I'm reading this back through sad eyes tonight, and having a wee toast to the future. Stand free.
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Still smarting a bit from today's events? Me too, the alcohol which I couldn't face earlier is now flowing but not yet easing the pain.
Through mismanagement and poor decision making from the top down we find our club in disarray, our on the field frailties brutally exposed by an expensively assembled Celtic team. Of course the problems go far deeper than that, Scottish football itself took a fair beating today as one of it's proudest and biggest clubs suffered an humiliating defeat that will shock the football world at home and abroad. And it will.
So what about us? The ones who really care. Where do we go from here?
Some of us will be hoping to take some comfort from an almost inevitable managerial change as a Dons legend, a broken man tonight, clings on to his dream job by his finger nails. Some will find growing levels of apathy drowning out their ability to care any more. Some might even turn their backs on the club for good.
Me? I'll see you at Pittodrie on Tuesday. Kids are coming too - on a school night. The club we all love needs us, our spl future means we need the points, the players pulling on those red shirts need our support.
We've been here before and the Red Army rose to the occasion. I hope we can again. I'm reading this back through sad eyes tonight, and having a wee toast to the future. Stand free.