Uilleam

We can't play on the lunch, can we?

Trust none of them. This kind of thing has been going on for centuries. Consider this, from the library of Sir Walter Scott:

The late Jim Farry, eh? As far as I know, the man started as a garden labourer, and ended up i/c Scottish Fitba'. He learned the rule book back to front , but was often seen as failing to employ it in a reasoned, reasonable, even handed manner: a barrack room lawyer, if ever there was one. The fhilth, of course, rancorous to the last, hate him, still, because of some delay over the International Registration of a Portuguese player, Jorge Cadete. Little did they know that he had saved their bacon and cabbage by ignoring, studiously, the Parkhead pederasty ring.

It's Dundee. Are they, em, coming, or going?

I wasn't suggesting that he'd understand the term. Anyway, in their current predicament, is somebody called Drysdale the right man for the job.

Wait until Drysdale learns the word "microclimate".

Harsh, on a man who is expecting Nicola Sturgeon's baby

Here's mud in your eye!

This Eric Drysdale has previous. He was involved with Raith Rovers, along with another no-mark called Hutton Turnbull (or vice versa) when the 2012 blood letting commenced. These two, i I r c, got their day in the sun, for 15 minutes of which they were famous, and delightedly showed their knobs, while dancing to the Merry Ploughboy.

In the exigent circumstances of the SPL split, the match will commence. Tony Docherty's lads will clog Rangers players, and two, or three, maybe four, will suffer significant injuries, sufficient to keep them out of post-split fixtures. The pitch will get the blame. If, after, say, 50 minutes, the scores are level, the match will be abandoned. The result - a draw- will stand.

In days gone by, footballers were more interested in ripping nickers.

Forgive me, but you do speak of The Scottish Professional Football League?

Seems fair; and think of the seethe of impotent rage, of the seething, impotent, ragers.

Calvinist!! (Go on, report me!)

It always was......but we needed a few better players

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas! Again!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw! Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!

Women weaken legs; and resolve.

So what is the half time team talk: 'Keep it to two, lads, keep it to two'?

We are strictly second best to a team which has rarely got anywhere near top gear. It really is a pathetic performance, and the only positive to draw is that we are only two goals down. On what we have been offered, so far, we could face a hiding. Avoiding such is all we may hope for.

That should be @Rousseau

They were amusing. We are not amused.