It's Not Only Pastries That Are Bad For Hearts
They awe want a piece of the Keano Pie. The biggest thing to hit Fitba' Ecosse since BFDJ fell doon the Radio Snide stairs has been getting mair inches than yer average Page 3 burd in China Whites.
First up wis everyone favourite Irish Italian George Trap O'Toni mumbling and pointing that Keano won't win us the league own is oan and Kenny Misser stuck his neb in gushing like a love sick 14 year old dreaming over Carol Vorderman fiddling wie his conundrum over the merits of Boydchenko.
He wid be better discussing the merits oaf officials in tones that drip oaf admiration at thir open and blatant commitment to "The Cause."
Over at The Midden, the staring contest that was doubling as a gemme oaf fitba', linesman John Gilmour decided to rip up the rule book and start again when he adjudge the onside, by 3 yards. Ross Forbes to be offside.
At that point MIB Callum Murray contacted Brian (from now oan we will call him Bernie) Winters to say that the dark arts pass had been used and to abort any plans to use it. Not that Bernie wid have much chance to use it. He should huv sent oaf Ian Black fir a kick oan Clubfoot though.
So what wis the view fae the hill? The Dr Feelgood factor expected to fill the vast swathes of green plastic didnae amount tae a wimper wie around only 7,000 mair bothering to turn up to see the hame debut of the Mis-Sitter Messiah.
Rumours that this news caused a missed 5 ft putt fir par in the Sandy Beach resort are unconfirmed.
ToMo rumbled around in his bag oaf tricks and pulled oot starting berths fir Keano, McGeady and MAF wie Rasputin, Crosas and Fannyras wondering whit they did wrong.
They filled the seats oan the bench alongside ZZ, Ronge and Davie. The bench screams options, options, options.
The changes maybe lent tae a poor first half performance in which the midfield could have done wie a bit of finesse and mess fight but a sizzling second period saw us win comfortably and get what we huv been due against The Jam Farts anytime we have matched up wie them.
The Jam Farts whir the right side oaf terrible baith oan and oaf the park. I love seeing Auld Mutton chomps switching fae damage limitation tae total damage limitation wit maist oaf the second period to play. Thir fans sounded like a bunch oaf Gary Tank Commanders except less funny and intelligent.
Oaf course none oaf them could make a hame made sausage roll between them.
Talking oaf Sausage Rolls, Tubby in the goal had time to finish the Daily Star sports crossword as The Jam Farts never registered a shot in anger much like the Swiss.
Over on the right, The Cad continued to keep Handy Andy's slippers warm with a display that ticked the box competent as it improved in the second period but he didnae match the gallus showman ship oan the left.
Edson Barrowfield is the first ever Glasgow Celtic left back that I have seen attempt keepie uppies while trying to clear his lines. Ok, he lost the ba' but what made it even mair impressive is that he won the ba' back!
Smart tattoos, a gallus attitude and the bottle to take a thug like challenges like a maaaaan before hobbling oaf and dashing fir an ice pack as his ankle swelt to the size of a volleyball.
In saying that The Cad gave us The Comedy Moment Of The Night Award. As Barrowfield was limping oaf and Davie was coming oan, Davie told Landry that another spell as right back wis beckoning.
The sight oaf The Cad wandering to left back then changing his mind as he sprinted back to right back shouting at Landry he could play oan the left instead reminded me of Shaggy fae Scooby Doo not wanting to go into the graveyard to hunt fir ghosts and he sends delectable Daphine instead.
In the middle, Hair again confirmed his crash test dummy credentials. His goal contained a pirouette, a bit of skill and poor defending but, again, he limped oaf holding his hammie.
Has Frodo sneezed oan him or something? Like a car of a certain vintage he is now falling apart anytime he takes to the road. A trade in for a younger model maybe needed but he may not qualify fir the government scrap page scheme due to a faulty MOT certificate.
Is that younger model Clubfoot? Young Josh has sent some into raptures wie his performances but what's to impress when fir so long we huv been starved oaf a centre back that doesn't make glaring errors and not being spectacular is deemed as a Great White Hope?
The hungry will eat a Kraft Cheese slice on a mouldy loaf if that's awe that is oan offer.
Last night he wis faced wie Christen Nade who is a pitbull that keeps oan running into the patio doors until it's owner comes home and pits it oot it's misery by opening them. Not the maist intelligent test Clubfoot will have but he handled it in a sort oaf non-plussed way.
The other runner and rider is young Thomas Ronge. He wandered into the fray looking like Norwegian Royalty judging a gymkhana. His stride was as measured and choreographed as one of those horse he wis judging.
Oor defence on Saturday could contain a CB that runs like a show horse and another that runs like a carthorse.
The midfield engine contained two on heat Jack Russells who were determined to catch thir ain tale. Broonie and Landry struggled in the first period. Sometimes we will need to sacrifice a wide virgin like those pagans on religious Scottish Islands to add a bit of fitba' to the fuzzy energy that those two possess.
They won't pick the lock of a well guarded door they will brick the windaes and get them oot in the garden fir a square go. That 'quality' is needed at times but other times you need a bit mair savvy.
Davie fae the East End came oan and threw his Merton Parka oan the peg fir that role.
When the gemme upped pace in the second period it suited thir style. The Rhodders on Saturday will suit thir style.
Aiden oor Aiden. Booked aftir he stumbled fae Lee Wallace's pocket at half time but in the second period he resembled Indiana Jones ducking, weaving, dodging and jumping central American Indian spears as he set up The Soldier Of Fortune for a classily, cool and calculated finish.
He looked like he enjoyed himself in the 2nd period as took part in the mini gemme called: Set Up Robbie.
Another wan that wis taking part in that mini gemme wis Kris Kamara. As he broke up the field oan a lightening quick break he choose the correct pass to slip in Keano. That's right. Wan of oor forward thinking players played the correct pass.
Call the cops and Fannyras call a taxi. Whisper this. This freaky Mummy looking baldy could be the real deal. Mmmmm.
We huv and unholy trinity oaf front players that could hold thir water wieoot the aid oaf Pampers in the EPL. Creating chances wie those bodies is a given. It's the missing oaf the chances that's the worry.
The Mis-Sitter Messiah has spent the last few lonely evenings in his hole room reading the Harald Brattbakk Book Of Finishing and it's the new edition where Scott McDonald hus written the forward oan how to beat the offside trap.
He hit the side netting, hit the goalie, flicked by the post, hit the goalie (again), spun and hit the defender then spun and fired wan across the bar from 12 yards.
He then suffered the ultimate embarrassment that aftir the last miss Fannyras wandered over picked him up and telt him to keep his chinny chin chin up.
The cheek oaf the greek.
The Solider Of Fortune looks wie every passing week like oor main striker. Power, presence, panache and poolka that you get fir nearly 4 million bucks.
Sure, thir will be some gemmes that he will drift but coupled wie Keane this could be a partner ship that communicates on levels oaf ESP last thought oaf when Speilburg wis writing Close Encounters Of The Third Kind meaning that his quiet days could be profitable.
The gemme meandered to a close as the fans drifted and dreamed oaf Motherwell not blinking but they did. Wance we look like we will play every gemme like the 2nd half oaf this wan then we can hope and wonder what is happening elsewhere.
This 3 points will mean nuthin' if we drop points at The Rhodders oan Saturday. Tonight, was a jist maybe the start oaf the fightback oor a light at the end oaf the tunnel when we start chipping away at an embarrassing deficit.
More likely it's jist the 5.15 fae Carluke that hus been delayed due to points failure.
YIC.
First up wis everyone favourite Irish Italian George Trap O'Toni mumbling and pointing that Keano won't win us the league own is oan and Kenny Misser stuck his neb in gushing like a love sick 14 year old dreaming over Carol Vorderman fiddling wie his conundrum over the merits of Boydchenko.
He wid be better discussing the merits oaf officials in tones that drip oaf admiration at thir open and blatant commitment to "The Cause."
Over at The Midden, the staring contest that was doubling as a gemme oaf fitba', linesman John Gilmour decided to rip up the rule book and start again when he adjudge the onside, by 3 yards. Ross Forbes to be offside.
At that point MIB Callum Murray contacted Brian (from now oan we will call him Bernie) Winters to say that the dark arts pass had been used and to abort any plans to use it. Not that Bernie wid have much chance to use it. He should huv sent oaf Ian Black fir a kick oan Clubfoot though.
So what wis the view fae the hill? The Dr Feelgood factor expected to fill the vast swathes of green plastic didnae amount tae a wimper wie around only 7,000 mair bothering to turn up to see the hame debut of the Mis-Sitter Messiah.
Rumours that this news caused a missed 5 ft putt fir par in the Sandy Beach resort are unconfirmed.
ToMo rumbled around in his bag oaf tricks and pulled oot starting berths fir Keano, McGeady and MAF wie Rasputin, Crosas and Fannyras wondering whit they did wrong.
They filled the seats oan the bench alongside ZZ, Ronge and Davie. The bench screams options, options, options.
The changes maybe lent tae a poor first half performance in which the midfield could have done wie a bit of finesse and mess fight but a sizzling second period saw us win comfortably and get what we huv been due against The Jam Farts anytime we have matched up wie them.
The Jam Farts whir the right side oaf terrible baith oan and oaf the park. I love seeing Auld Mutton chomps switching fae damage limitation tae total damage limitation wit maist oaf the second period to play. Thir fans sounded like a bunch oaf Gary Tank Commanders except less funny and intelligent.
Oaf course none oaf them could make a hame made sausage roll between them.
Talking oaf Sausage Rolls, Tubby in the goal had time to finish the Daily Star sports crossword as The Jam Farts never registered a shot in anger much like the Swiss.
Over on the right, The Cad continued to keep Handy Andy's slippers warm with a display that ticked the box competent as it improved in the second period but he didnae match the gallus showman ship oan the left.
Edson Barrowfield is the first ever Glasgow Celtic left back that I have seen attempt keepie uppies while trying to clear his lines. Ok, he lost the ba' but what made it even mair impressive is that he won the ba' back!
Smart tattoos, a gallus attitude and the bottle to take a thug like challenges like a maaaaan before hobbling oaf and dashing fir an ice pack as his ankle swelt to the size of a volleyball.
In saying that The Cad gave us The Comedy Moment Of The Night Award. As Barrowfield was limping oaf and Davie was coming oan, Davie told Landry that another spell as right back wis beckoning.
The sight oaf The Cad wandering to left back then changing his mind as he sprinted back to right back shouting at Landry he could play oan the left instead reminded me of Shaggy fae Scooby Doo not wanting to go into the graveyard to hunt fir ghosts and he sends delectable Daphine instead.
In the middle, Hair again confirmed his crash test dummy credentials. His goal contained a pirouette, a bit of skill and poor defending but, again, he limped oaf holding his hammie.
Has Frodo sneezed oan him or something? Like a car of a certain vintage he is now falling apart anytime he takes to the road. A trade in for a younger model maybe needed but he may not qualify fir the government scrap page scheme due to a faulty MOT certificate.
Is that younger model Clubfoot? Young Josh has sent some into raptures wie his performances but what's to impress when fir so long we huv been starved oaf a centre back that doesn't make glaring errors and not being spectacular is deemed as a Great White Hope?
The hungry will eat a Kraft Cheese slice on a mouldy loaf if that's awe that is oan offer.
Last night he wis faced wie Christen Nade who is a pitbull that keeps oan running into the patio doors until it's owner comes home and pits it oot it's misery by opening them. Not the maist intelligent test Clubfoot will have but he handled it in a sort oaf non-plussed way.
The other runner and rider is young Thomas Ronge. He wandered into the fray looking like Norwegian Royalty judging a gymkhana. His stride was as measured and choreographed as one of those horse he wis judging.
Oor defence on Saturday could contain a CB that runs like a show horse and another that runs like a carthorse.
The midfield engine contained two on heat Jack Russells who were determined to catch thir ain tale. Broonie and Landry struggled in the first period. Sometimes we will need to sacrifice a wide virgin like those pagans on religious Scottish Islands to add a bit of fitba' to the fuzzy energy that those two possess.
They won't pick the lock of a well guarded door they will brick the windaes and get them oot in the garden fir a square go. That 'quality' is needed at times but other times you need a bit mair savvy.
Davie fae the East End came oan and threw his Merton Parka oan the peg fir that role.
When the gemme upped pace in the second period it suited thir style. The Rhodders on Saturday will suit thir style.
Aiden oor Aiden. Booked aftir he stumbled fae Lee Wallace's pocket at half time but in the second period he resembled Indiana Jones ducking, weaving, dodging and jumping central American Indian spears as he set up The Soldier Of Fortune for a classily, cool and calculated finish.
He looked like he enjoyed himself in the 2nd period as took part in the mini gemme called: Set Up Robbie.
Another wan that wis taking part in that mini gemme wis Kris Kamara. As he broke up the field oan a lightening quick break he choose the correct pass to slip in Keano. That's right. Wan of oor forward thinking players played the correct pass.
Call the cops and Fannyras call a taxi. Whisper this. This freaky Mummy looking baldy could be the real deal. Mmmmm.
We huv and unholy trinity oaf front players that could hold thir water wieoot the aid oaf Pampers in the EPL. Creating chances wie those bodies is a given. It's the missing oaf the chances that's the worry.
The Mis-Sitter Messiah has spent the last few lonely evenings in his hole room reading the Harald Brattbakk Book Of Finishing and it's the new edition where Scott McDonald hus written the forward oan how to beat the offside trap.
He hit the side netting, hit the goalie, flicked by the post, hit the goalie (again), spun and hit the defender then spun and fired wan across the bar from 12 yards.
He then suffered the ultimate embarrassment that aftir the last miss Fannyras wandered over picked him up and telt him to keep his chinny chin chin up.
The cheek oaf the greek.
The Solider Of Fortune looks wie every passing week like oor main striker. Power, presence, panache and poolka that you get fir nearly 4 million bucks.
Sure, thir will be some gemmes that he will drift but coupled wie Keane this could be a partner ship that communicates on levels oaf ESP last thought oaf when Speilburg wis writing Close Encounters Of The Third Kind meaning that his quiet days could be profitable.
The gemme meandered to a close as the fans drifted and dreamed oaf Motherwell not blinking but they did. Wance we look like we will play every gemme like the 2nd half oaf this wan then we can hope and wonder what is happening elsewhere.
This 3 points will mean nuthin' if we drop points at The Rhodders oan Saturday. Tonight, was a jist maybe the start oaf the fightback oor a light at the end oaf the tunnel when we start chipping away at an embarrassing deficit.
More likely it's jist the 5.15 fae Carluke that hus been delayed due to points failure.
YIC.
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