Well that's another weekend gone and Slippy's team, eh, well they slipped again,away from home to the mighty St Johnstone, to open up a 12 point lead with a goal difference of 19.
Teeth are being gnashed to stumps up here by the peepel, who, six weeks ago, had the flag wrapped up with a big red white and blue ribbon and in a Uber to Ibrox.
Well that Uber was highjacked of the flag and the only thing it's delivering is torment and angst.
Every year since they came up through the league's as a new club, who had to apply to rejoin, we have listened to how 55 was on the cards. I don't know what cards they buy, but it seems the pack contains nothing but Jokers. Slippy's reaction at CP showed he felt the same. We were truly and disgracefully rank that day, putting in the most inept and shameful performance I had ever seen against them. But, here's the thing, I knew we would regain form, learn from that farce and give themselves a kick in the balls. Which every one of them deserved. One game does not a season make. To win any league requires consistency, dealing with games when you let everyone down, picking yourself up and saying to all those who hoped we would fall, aye, do you fucking think so.
Thursday sees us also having a great opportunity to reach the last 16 of the Europa, not bad for a pub team. If we get through that then you never know. I still think we needed another good CB bought in January as we are thin in that area, but going forward I believe we can score against anybody left in it.
9 looks to be nearly there, after that we will hopefully spend some of the £75m we will have in the bank to take us up another notch and secure 10.
Spare a thought for my best pal,w has gone off grid recently. If anybody has any knowledge of his whereabouts, please tell him it's ok. He can reply to my texts and I have a big shoulder for him to cry on. And that it will also be available for a few years to come.
I do what I can.
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