A Guid Friday To End A Bad Week...

It's a toss up at the moment who is the most hated person in Britain. Is it the Walter Mitty type figure- but now rich- Heather Mills or Gordon Strachan whose crime is to let a poor R*ngers team, a poor manager and allowed the biased medija their chance to get a pound of Celtic flesh while waltzing their way to a possible treble and an unlikely quadruple (please, please some European mob ensure Manchester is not their Seville. I'm struggling to handle it as it is)

Gordon and Heather have a lot of- using tedious, unwritten blogging license here- things in common. Right, for those expecting a joke aboot replacement limbs leave this page now:-), but the judge said Mills was "less than candid" and was "inconsistent and inaccurate" when given evidence.

The same charges could be laid at GS with regards to his post match musings and take on some of Celtic's performances under his stewardship. Also, the demands for £35,000 a year for child care is like GS, once again, going to the board and asking for a few million for another midfielder who canny tackle, pass or score double figures from midfield to play oot of position.

Anyway, if falling to oor second domestic cup defeat at hame for the first time ever- another unwanted first for GS- wisnny embarressing enough, that coming on the back of his comments aboot the SPL being a joke and unattractive to others, it really meant that the joke was on us.

The mentioning of games being played in half empty grounds before a tie when two upper stands were closed and Celtic had to offer kids under 16 a free ticket to get the 33,000 attendance was misguided. Then him bemoaning the quality of the fair then watching his team prove to a worldwide audience that the SPL is shit wie a below championship level display from an expensively assembled team- in the Scottish sense- means that Der Hun will be laughing all over this Easter weekend.

True, the Gretna and Motherwell situation is a joke. It's all very well John Boyle admiting that they're "hugely embarrassed" by the 150th game called of this season there but the fact of the matter is Motherwell have spent he haw on their surface and basically have hoped for the best for the last couple of years. They should be hauled over the coals for this, relegated, put into administration, their supporters tarred and feathered while sent walking roond Wishaw bollock naked.

If only we could tar and feather Gretna's fans. We would have a joab finding them right enough. It's seems very difficult to have any sort of hatrid for a club that husnae annoyed us, they have annoyed the lower leagues wie their buying of numerous titles, but in the SPL they have really been a gimmie 3 points to everyone, so they are unannoyable.

Well, they were until the administrator said that they needed the Celtic game to stay afloat and were pinning their hopes on a big pay-day. They have also made a plea to the glory hunters , maybe now rubberneckers to come oot and support them in their hour of need. It reeks of Northern Rock asking you to open an account.

So basically we are to play a game against an Under 19 side, who huvnae been paid for weeks, who are not allowed to play at their own stadium, are renting a 1st divisions teams ground cause their temporary hame is fucked, who want us to sell 6,000 £20 tickets for a game, which if the administrators fancy it could take the gate money we handover and close the club anyway, thus making the game we attended null and void and worthless in the race for the flag.

Update: The SPL has bailed oot Gretna so they will survive to at least the end of the season. So yer £20 quid will be going into the SPL coffers. Why didnae the SPL bail oot Livi, Fawkirk and Motherwell when they went up the swany?

And they are wondering why they are struggling to sell this game to the travelling Hoops support? After Tuesday night two men and a dug may travel as everyone i spoke to or overheard moaning was scunnered wie oor performances.

I often wonder if guys only come to the fitba' to moan as their better halves willnae let them speak in the hoose. Some of the shite you need to put up wie makes you wonder if a lonely exsistance in front of a PC watching in a warm darkened room would be better.

Tuesday, I heard them bemoaning Aiden McGeady saying he was too young to be playing week in week oot, as Skippy was having a mare a fight nearly broke oot after someone pointed this oot, Gary Caldwell was blamed for everything, no matter if he was anywhere near the ba' or not and Donati was blamed for the ootbreak of violence in Tibet.

Add to that the auld bloke behind me, sounding like Victor fae Still Game, going on aboot porridge and bananas and reminiscing aboot the guid auld days when the brake clubs swayed to "Glorious St Paddy".

Not, that some of the moans are not justified. Just it seems like the modern fan is mair vocal in his abuse than the happy backer is wie his support. As has been discussed, in great lenght, we need three points on Sunday no matter if they get wiped from the board.

While we canny get carried away if we beat Gretna i think looking like scoring would be a great start. So, it has come to this...we have to beat a bankrupt team to save oor season in the attempt to win a sham of a league in a fitba'ing backwater.

The manager thinks we are in crisis and is calling on all of us to stand together as well as talking aboot the guid auld days when he broke into the Dundee team and punted from Man Yoo. The we need to put up wie wanks like Darryl Broadfoot waffling aboot oor greatest challenge while slagging of oor team, mind you some of the things i agree wie but the majority of it is just a chance to have a go.

I mean, I didnae write a couple of hundred words having a go at his two days worth of growth on Scotsport the other night did I? I mean it looked like a wean had penciled over his face. Time for the bhoys to answer the critics.

Forza