Uilleam

I love it when they fail. I suspect you do, too.....

I didn't watch the Hertz triumph, but saw a few passages of play, in passing, and 'highlights' on line. It is clear that the referee, Don Robertson, is a sellik-minded piece of filth. When play gives him a decision to make he makes it in their favour. The 'penalty' he awarded, which, fortunately one of their goons missed, was a ridiculous decision. It was not a spot kick. Assuming fair brokerage, it was inexplicable. I don't think that it even qualifies as an 'honest mistake', frankly. He saw an other sellik goon kick a Hertz man on the head, a reckless, and dangerous piece of play, and penalised it with a yellow card. He is asked by VAR to review the offence, and is embarrassed into giving a red. He ignored a penalty to Hertz, and had to be asked to review the foul, and hand ball, by VAR. Only then did he award the spot kick. 3 decisions in 40 minutes, all wrong, and all to the yahoos advantage. If these were mistakes, he should not be refereeing at SPL level. If they were attempts to influence the game in his team's favour, he should not be refereeing at all.

It looked to me that there were two fouls on Silva: one by the goon on the ground, and the other a body check by his team mate. The fact that there was such a palaver over the decision indicates, clearly, that we are refereed to a different standard.

Wakey! Wakey! We're playing like this is a morning KO.

And he expects folk to endure a full 90+ minutes!!!

Aah. "Romanesque". Would that be synonymous with "Yahooesque"? (Asking for a philologist.)

VAR has been an unalloyed success in making clear that officiating of professional football matches in Scotland is rotten, stinking, and corrupt to its very core. Previously, ridiculous decisions which could not favour our (generally, our) opponents more if they had been been planned, and practiced, and professionally executed, could be put down to genuine errors, or to the overall hopelessness of officials, as 'typical', with little more than exasperation. Now with VAR, we cannot shrug off, say, the handball by Lewis Mayo, and, having watched several repetitions on our home screens, accept that it did not meet any criterion for 'Penalty to Rangers'. To reject the evidence of our eyes, would be to accept that the referee, his assistant (linesman, as was), and two video assistants, all made the same genuine error in interpretation, and that that coincidence occurred with -despite- the benefit of replay, upon replay. You will doubtless recall other curious, mistaken, decisions, against us, by teams of officials, who are nominally charged to act with objectivity and fairness, and whom we expect to do so. I am left to conclude, thanks to VAR, that the game is a bogey, and appears to be rigged.

Generalissimo, of course. Nothing less....

Of course. 3 points......3 points......3 points........3 points........ .....and the games after those? Well, you can guess.....

12 points Anything less is failure.

One might think Warnock was suited to Aiberdeen, given that he could cause a rowie in an empty chaumer. .

Long may he continue to lose matches. I have nothing against him, but I do like seeing the sheep fail.

Two clear penalty kicks not awarded. Truly the officials in this League are corrupt.

Is it me, or was that a hand ball, penalty kick, and second yellow for the centre back?

Two goals, please Oh, and no concessions.

I think that we are playing the pitch rather than the opposition. We are, as a result, strictly second best. The next 45 minutes are of monumental importance.

Half an hour or so of utter keech. I think that the pitch figures too large in our minds. I don't know how we get back into the game. I worry that we won't.

It seems appropriate that, tonight, we visit Kilmarnock, in Ayrshire, one of the heartlands of the Covenanters, because on the 28th of February, 1638, in Greyfriars Kirkyard, Edinburgh, the National Covenant was first signed. Today should be a Public Holiday, of course, but what chance of that, under current political arrangements?

It's not the quantity, lads, it's when to start the toping.

Eight. I have four 500ml bottles, but there is a bottle of Dom Rep rum on standby.

It is always a pleasure to beat the fhilth: indeed, winning encounters against them is one of the few pleasures left to a gentleman. The circumstances, generally, are irrelevant. Some victories may be more important; some achieved in greater style; some even fluked, or against the run of play (which provide a particular pleasure): but they are all victories, will be recorded as such, and should be enjoyed.

And if we go to Dublin.......?

....Get one free?