Well G'day Cobbers, Struth, what a drongo of a week it's been for most on here. You cunts deciding to take a night off on Saturday, the day before, I returned from Edinburgh to find that Eddy "the Dingo" Howe, had shat in the billabong and we were left in the Outback looking in at a disaster everyone feared.
I sat out in the garden with my Shiela, having a couple of cold tinnies and she sat and listened as I went down under in rage. She has about as much interest in football, as I do with Hollyoaks. But, she sat there and listened as I used every swearword I could think of to vent.
The Haar had moved in from the coast, a cold, miserable form of fog, that blanks out the sun and chills you to the bone, quite fitting.
So now it looks as if we have moved from Howe, to a guy whose name I can't spell and who lives and works where we sent all the convicts. You have to hand it to our board, if there is defeat to he snatched from the jaws, they don't fuck about. I got a text from my big Rangers pal, it simply said, "The season that just keeps giving" A text I have sent to that **** many times these last year's, so Fair Dinkum to the twat.
It's as if I am drinking sheep dip, when I had my heart set on a nice English ale. The only thing I can do is get myself a hat with corks hanging from it, throw a couple of prawns on the barbie and sing Waltzing Matilda until the rossers come round and take me away.
Readers of any of my posts, will know how much I love the Australian game and the J League where he is now, is probably the best in the world, so no worries about Ange coming in. I'm just wondering if Dirty Den will be his number two.
Altogether now.
When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murry's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915 my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop rambling, there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And midst all the cheers, flag waving and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli
And we all know how that worked out. Still, he's probably better than Lennon and it's a sad day, when that's all I can hang onto. Where's a great white shark when you need one?