Uilleam

The do' was at Hampden, mibbe?

Dujon Sterling Almost as keen as mustard. Possibly named after a Windies Wicketkeeper from the 80s, which might have helped if he was a goalie.

Usually, it is completely perverse not to give the nod to Prod God Todd, but from the weekend the choice clearly lies between The Straffing Sakala, and John Franco Souttar. I voted for our centre back, who, for the most part, strolled through, the game, making it look both easy and enjoyable.

Whose granny is the very same age as those of one or two influential board members, and executives.

It's a job creation exercise for the Criminal Bar.

More a ruddy bitch

Your granny had better in the big press.

I haven't been in Dundee for years, and that's just the way I like it.

Jesus wept.

Good call. When next I need to burn a bag of wet shite, I shall be in touch.

There is a God His name is Todd

Unfortunately, we are well acquainted......

FFS! Was that defending?

Well, blue movies pay well, I am told, for girls, and provided that they undertake a number of acts. Like football, it is a short career. I don't think, however, that I would recommend it over another profession.

Rummle them up, first.

That's just numbers.

K.I.S.S. Keep It Simple, and Straightforward.

So: play your best player in every position, even specialised ones, until you get a better player for that position. There are reasons why (pace Compo) Barasic does not turn out at centre half. He would be out of position, like Joelinton was. If you get a Jim Baxter, then you adapt, but continue to play your best options in each position.

And that is one of the reasons we are not extravagantly paid football managers.

Basically, it is pretty simple, and it applies, really, to any position: play your best man, until you can lay hand on someone better. That doesn't answer the OP's question, I know. The answer to that is Peter Shilton.

Corrected that for you. He ticks a diversity box, and it ain't the one marked Straight, Male, WASP.

See that slivovitz that has hidden in the back of the cupboard since you went on that naturist break in Yugoslavia? You should have poured it down the sink.

A few decent performances, but I have to plump for Souttar, who looked the part: controlled and controlling, and, importantly, looked like he was enjoying himself.

Black ops; say no more.

That is camouflage in Edinburgh.