Darryls Diary of Drivel Monday

Since oor Darryl Broadfoot was promoted to the Herald's heid honcho he has kept us entertained with his "imaginative writing" and mair metaphors than you can shake a stick at. This disnny disguise the fact that what he writes is mostly rubbish and he is so far up the establishments clubs arse he needs a torch light to see his way oot.

Today, in his match report

"Celtic were playing the football equivalent of the Monster Raving Loony Party."

I canny remember the Bairns of Falkirk being describe as that after their gubbing at the Brox last week or the European giants of Red Star Belgrade being compared to screaming Lord Sutch either as they go through managers at the same rate of knots as Hearts.

Forza