Uilleam

A film about weemin's fitba', I surmise....

A goal machine, by all accounts, and records, who was treated very shabbily, after Berwick, taking the blame for the debacle. I have a feeling that this cost the Club, big time.

I suggest, only, that the team lacks, and, thus, requires, cojones. Souness himself, was no shrinking violet, class and aggression on the pitch, and off the pitch, pretty bloody ruthless with players.

Sadly, as soon as he growled "Ah've goat the battle fever oan", there would be a collective fit of the vapours, and a rush to the sick bay at Auchenhowie.

Yes; and I can't see us coming out of a one off cup-tie v Livingston with a completely clean bill of health.

Buying players, for the sake of it, it seems, in the belief that they will fit in.

That is a problem, unless you tell her that her investment sunk. Remember: weemin can't understand a half time/full time, correct result, and first goalscorer bet, far less an each-way accie at Plumpton.

I am trying not to think about it. Many others, too, I am sure, will be of like mind.

Tap the wife for a bob, and you can have a dollar on.

We are trading on having a goalkeeper. And, em, that's it.

He may be right to be pessimistic, but he is German, and brought up on sauerkraut and Schopenhauer.

Wot we need: A decent, entertaining performance; a few goals; three points; a clean sheet; and no injuries. Wot we want: proper officiating. Imagine we got both (it's not easy, granted, even if we try, hard).

We won. Surely you can cut the Drama Queen some slack?

Thaaaaaank Fuuuuuuuck!!

Stick or carrot. The trick is to know which, when

Well, we picked up considerably. Criticism works.

We are poor. There is no disguising this rather brutal fact.

The drugs have started to take hold. (You somewhere around Barstow?)

Neither were we....well, maybe we were.....it was gey hard to tell.

FFS! Rangers cannot -can never- have a manager who anagrams to Colin Wanker!!

And we have greater, wider, aspirations (?). Perhaps we should, firstly, aim to best them, and put them in their place, before engaging larger aims.

Do they -does anyone- believe that the world - continentals by the score, Barcelona, Real Madrid, and all- gives a fuck about two bald men fighting over the gap-toothed plastic comb of Scottish football?