Sunday 28 December 2008

Season Diary 34

Wednesday 24th December 2008

Well the scum beat the juniors three nil or something last night, but whos really counting, they beat a junior team, big deal? What it does though is sets up the dream tie, the Killie boys are on our way to the piggery once again and i hope against hope that it wil be my first victory for Killie seen by me inside that shitehole. Please!

game isnt till a fornight on Saturday so i suppose i shall sit on my excitement for now. Last nights game was watched by me on teletext, i was in the pub with the teletext page up on the tv in the corner, what a step back in time that was i have to say, it was just static, no movement then the next time you looked up it was one nil, then three then i dont know, text was plunked off because basically it was game over. in the age of Jeff Stelling (god) or even Sportscene at half 4 on a saturday (not Setantas version, its weird) teletext is a weird one. Dont want to be all snooty and MTV generation about it but while going back to radio from time to time instead of TV is refreshing, giong back to teletext from information overload tv such as Sky sports news sucks.

Also its Christmas and i have a Christmas tree, i like white trees, always have since we had one when i was little, i vowed that when it came to me getting a tree that i would get a white one and true to my word i did. Oh and i decked it out in blue and white. heres a photos!

Season Diary 35

Entry #35: Sunday 28th December 2008

After watching that garbage last Saturday it can be expected that I thought very little of our chances away at Hibs yesterday (Saturday) so it came as a major surprise when we won 4-2. Its one of those things being a Killie fan in recent times, you really don’t know which team will turn up on the day. Even the game, which I followed while working on the Sky vidiprinter thing, went so topsy turvy there was no way to predict its outcome. We went two goals up early on and then were pegged back to two each. At two nil up I will admit to being slightly bemused but on the whole elated that we seemed to be thrashing Hibs, it all seemed so comfortable and another couple surely wouldn’t be too hard to come by since there was still 72minutes left! But then we lose two penalties in three minutes or so, the second of which sees Combe sent off and the score goes level I had the sinking feeling that it was all going to go tits up and that our form of late especially last Saturday at home to St Mirren was going to come back and bite us not to mention we have now got Damien Rascle in nets whom I am far from keen on. But then we score another two including one from, amazingly probably even to him, Garry Hay and the game finishes with an emphatic scoreline in our favour. Garry Hay goals are real collectors items, his first game for the big team (don’t know why I described it as this but still) was against Aberdeen and him and his curtains haircut scored two but after that they have been pretty rare beasts, yesterdays being his 8th in his career I think, I once had a bet with my mate Blackie about Garry Hay goals, I claimed that his two goals were his only for the club, Blackie said he was sure there was more, but I spoke with enough confidence that he backed down a bit, after that I did a wee bit of research and found out that at that time he had scored a further two or three, suffice to say I never mentioned the bet again and to this day haven’t paid out, oh the shame, not that I am using this as some sort of cathartic device to get that wee fact out my head or anything. Anyway, I suppose I could have saved myself a lot of words if I had simply wrote that it had been a rollercoaster ride today, all highs and lows with a feeling of satisfaction at the end. But I didn’t. Hopefully we can kick on from this.

Looking at the fixtures coming up it could be a busy time for me as a Killie fan, and now as a Killie fan with Saturdays free. After Falkirk away next week which I wont be at, the following Saturday is the Cup game versus Ayr which I will be at by hook or by crook, then it’s a midweek rearranged Aberdeen fixture from when our pitch was frozen and they wanted to claim against us for cost incurred or something, then on the next two Saturdays Hearts then Hamilton at home and then the early kick of at the new St Mirren stadium live on the telly but I will hope to have a ticket and take my seat as one of the first visitors to their new ground, and it doesn’t stop there because provided we beat Ayr (not a probability more a guarantee…..PLEASE!) then the following week is Scottish Cup day so home or away it will be in the grand scheme of my plan to be at that too and to top it off we then have another home game versus Hibs again which kind of brings it all full circle to yesterday I suppose.

The game after the Hibs game is Rangers and I would doubt I will be at that, been a long time since I was at Ibrox, so that will be seven on the bounce I think, good times!

Suppose I should say what I got for Christmas, well Killie wise what I got, a long sleeved home top, its quite nice actually and fits pretty well, well pretty well for a Killie top as some in years past have been some of the ugliest shapes imaginable, I think they think every strip wearing fan is square or something. After all the fuss I have made about dodgy kit makers and clamouring for adidas or nike or something the 1869 top is a pleasant surprise. Just wish it was hoops, it really is time for hoops. I also got the cracking new tartan scarf which though is a bit short for tying round your neck is really nice, and also a calendar which is always good, no Hollyoaks babes for me, its just Alan Combe and Gavin Skelton.

Last piece of info for today, conflicting stories about the selling of tickets for the cup game, some say they go on sale tomorrow, others disagree saying its just privileged seat holders that get a crack, basically I don’t know what to believe so I have took my season book and gave it to my brother tonight and asked him to deal with it as and when they go on sale, he is off work after all. How a season ticket doesn’t know when he can get his ticket is beyond me but I am not alone in that boat, noone seems to have the definitive details. One thing less to worry about.

Sunday 21 December 2008

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Entry #33: Sunday 21st December 2008

I work Saturdays but i have an arrangement with my gaffer that i work around the Killie home games and also that any away games i would like to go to he tries to work something out for me, its a really fortunate situation i find myself in. So a Saturday when Killie are at home my usual 12-6 shift alters and is generally 12 till 5 to 3 then run round to Rugby Park, then straight back to work til 6 or 7, as i say, a fortunate situation. Looking at it that way my boss is doing me a good turn by letting me go, look at it another i am doing my utmost to make all home matches even if it means i miss out on wages. Pity my team doesnt take these sort of stories of what people do to come and see them into account as yesterday was a completely gutless performance. See i have highlighted my situation, my deal, footballers are supposed to train then turn up and play a match with the intention of winning three points, thats their deal, today from what i saw from my seat they reneged on their deal, gutless. In fact it is was so gutless i am not even going to waste my time filling you in on it any, except to say we got beat one nil, a goal lost in the first half after half an hour or so, we had plenty of time to get level but offered little in way of any attacking prowess and the game finished with me walking down the stairs from my lofty seat in the Moffat with a fellow in the front row of the upper tier shouting “gutless Killie, absolutely gutless” and that was exactly what was going through my mind and why i have overused it in the lines above this one. I went back to work afterwards because thats the deal, i get time off to watch pish like that and then i go and complete my shift.

Actually, i have got a bit more to say about yesterday, i have been going to Killie games for many a long year and always with the same core of people; my dad, my uncle Jim, CharlieHill and Stew when he came back from America till he went back plus the weans; me, my brother, charlies boy David, and Stew’s boys Jon and his young brother Gordon, always. Now were all a bit older we sit in different places at times and there is a bigger group of friends but still that core are still going, still faithful. Let me tell you where one of them was today, David Hill had to go on his works night out so missed the football, where he was was the matinee performance of the Pantomime at some theatre in Glasgow where he works. Surely he could have said he would meet them after or something but no he was sitting enjoying the show while we froze our arses off watching the football (term used as loosely as possible) I was told where he was so i text him and asked him where he was, he replied minutes later, Pantomime he said. I decided to give him a chance to crack an obvious joke, i replied, oh no your not! and waited for the reply saying “oh yes i am!” it never materialised, i hope i never pissed him off.

Saturday 20 December 2008

Bienvenue, Cliches, and Pasca: 3 Hippo Things

All Articles Appeared in Killie Hippo 84 (on sale 20th December 2008)

Bienvenue à equipe premier Killie, Dizzy!
Or welcome to the Killie first team Dizzy, a warm greeting from me that takes in Gary McSwegan, the Scoreboard and Michael Watt?!


Over the two Saturdays past, both home games v Dundee Utd and ICT, Killie trivia questions that I thought up over a month ago have been debunked, first of all two weeks ago my "who are the five players to have the number 9 squad number since squad numbers were introduced?" was crapped on because it turns out I had missed one, then the ten keepers since the cup win was rewritten due to a half time sub. And yes I am claiming creation of both these questions!

Ok, for the number 9 poser I had Paul Wright as a kick off, then by my recollection we signed big Michel Ngonge, however he didn’t want to follow Paul Wright as number 9, he wanted 18, the 18 we had was a utility player called Sean Hessey, Ngonge wanted 9 but didn’t want nine, he wanted 18, 1 plus 8 equals 9, Hessey said he would give up 18 if he got 9, he did and it was weird. Then I had the jersey going to Kris Boyd who wore it and scored a hatful before moving on, less said the better. Then it was Colin Nish and now its Alan Russell, all well and good, that makes five. Well no, I got a late night phone call to let me know I forgot one.

Gary McSwegan, cant believe I forgot about him, in season 2003-2004 he was number 9 after being 25 in his first season (the one before), Boydie wore 12 that year, when I was told I went home and checked, I had a wee inkling at the back of my head that it might not be, maybe they were mistaken, he was number 10 was he not? No, he was 9. Arse. Also the Kevin McGowne answer came up, as I knew it would but my actual question insulates me from this as squad numbers came to pass in the season 98-99 and McGowne doesn’t count. The reason they mention this is because Killie had squad numbers in Europe after winning the cup. I don’t know whose bright idea it was but they were allocated on alphabetical order so Big Kev was 9 ,but that falls outside of the time limit so doesn’t count. I always thought that the Hessey answer was the tricky one, the one that would have got people thinking, how was I to know that my own question would goose me when it came right down to it! Gary McSwegan!

See that’s what happens with these types of questions, especially if they are dreamed up by dumb asses like me. I came up with it to test the usuals in the pub; Wee Cuthbert, big Aldo, Jake Sharp, big Davie and Burnett on a Sunday and the like, good Killie boys and they all accepted the 5 man answer (this question I had first asked back in mid October time, I was caught out at the end of November) but then one would ask another person at some point down the line if trivia questions come up in another pub (they do, regularly) and eventually Sweggy came out, 6 instead of 5, so I got caught out and insult to injury they aren’t slow in letting me know, not content to the next time they seen me a phone call at half 10 on a Saturday night was how I was told. So cheers for that fellas.

The next Saturday, it was the poser, name the 10 goalies to have played for Kilmarnock since we won the cup in 97. That’s 10, not including outfield players who have went in ala Gus McPherson who most people name first as if all you want to do is trip people up. No the question regards actual goalkeepers and till that day there was ten. Here goes.

Drago for starters, he won the cup and played on till he was sold to some Spanish mob, he was replaced by Gordon Marshall (arguably Killie best ever keeper, in my opinion anyway), both these keepers had excellent scoreboard animations, Drago had a dragon which scrolled down to a smiling baby dragon or a face made out of the dragons knees or something, always confused me actually. And Gordon Marshall, he had "you've been halted....by the Marshall" Hands down my favourite scoreboard animation (2nd place goes to the three stooges) Melly was back up to both these guys and so makes three. François Duberdeau was in there somewhere (THE worst goalie I have ever saw) Craig Samson (goes to expo) played a game too, a defeat in what has been my only visit to Aberdeen, Colin Stewart played in a mauling we gave Hibs, and Michael Watt too, all in some sort of order which I don’t know off the top of my head. Then comes the recent ones Graeme Smith played before following the cash to Ibrox, Chad Harpur, who my dad for no reason calls Chud, and so now do I and my brother, again for no reason, just Chud as well too, not Chud Harper, just Chud, I was to put it in a sentence the sentence would be "god, I hope Chud isn’t on the bench today" And Alan Combe our current number 1. this meandering rubbish has a point as such though as that Combe went off injured and the answer became 11. Welcome to the Killie first team Damien (Dizzy) Rascale, in your 45 minutes on the park you became the second Frenchman to guard our goal and already the best!


Fitba Myths, Cliches and P!$h Patter Explained

We have all heard them, I think it started with a game of two halves (though it probably didn’t) and has continued on and on and on and on even down to a new word being entered into the dictionary. Bouncebackability? This is a word invented by Iain Dowie who is a man who should be remembered forever as that ugly bloke that played for hundreds of crap teams in England rather than someone who has added something to the English language. But of course there is loads and we are all guilty at time to time of uttering them regardless of whether we think they make sense so I am going to look at some of the best.

You haven’t played the game: This is a popular myth perpetuated by managers and players to defend their actions and tactics in matches. If they get a proper towing they can always reply that football writers or fans have never played to any standard so know nothing of the intricate intricacies of football. Well, ma hoop im afraid. All these up their arse footballing men can stick it cos they have never had to pay to watch the tripe they put out on the park themselves. Mark McGhee came away with this one the other week, claiming if Motherwell fans didn’t understand his decision to take off lasley then they know nothing about football, no pal, if you sign Bob Malcolm and try to pass him off as a player it is you who knows nothing about football! Basically fans are the best and purest thing about football, let us rejoice in our position as gid fitba fans!

They cannie score fae row z!: What pray tell is the point of this shout, sure the team cant score from row z, that’s a given, that’s because row z isn’t in the playing dimensions so why do we need to put it up there, especially as the resultant throw or corner is taken from the same place (the side of the park or just outside (personal gripe) that wee quarter circle at the flag) not from the aforementioned row z. given our defending of set pieces this year, (fat dwarves like Scott Macdonald scoring headers anyone?) surely a better shout would be “eat the ba’ Frazer, they cannie score if its in yer belly!”

Yes, he's doing well but can he produce it on a rainy Tuesday night in January at Fir Park: A familiar shout in the present climate of multi national line ups. It comes from the fact that teams get their new expensive foreign signing in the late summer and he turns it on in August and September Saturday afternoons lighting up the league and firing himself to the head of the Sunday Mail starcheck standings (actually, does this still exist?) However despite this blistering form the naysayer’s begin to have their doubts and utter that phrase of phrases. But is it relevant? Is it baws, who actually excels on a rainy Tuesday at Motherwell, no one is the answer because the park is generally a disgrace.

Stonewaller: We all know what a dodgy penalty claim looks like; Andy Barrowman up in Inverness earlier this season, Graham Barratt of Falkirk here at Rugby park also this season. By the same token we know what a definite penalty claim looks like; Paul Wright at Broadwood early in 1997 a perfect example. And that’s what a stonewaller is; it’s a definite penalty. Though exactly what a stone wall and the ref giving a penalty have to do with each other is anyones guess.

Should have went to Specsavers ref!: This particular piece of wit must have been uttered more times than anything in Scottish football. It was funny the first one hundred times granted but the following six million times we have all heard it, lets be honest it starts to grate. It is further supported by the fact the refs are sponsored by specsavers, nothing like telling a joke to death. In fact considering they are continuing to do the same substandard job despite having a wage increase this season surely the shout should now be “should have got laser eye treatment!” they can now afford it.

He just about got there: This is a common commentator shout when a keeper almost gets his fingertips on a Taouil free kick, or Willie Gibson nearly keeps a ball he has chased down to the by-line in the park, or for that matter any cynical tackle a Celtic midfielder makes when Killie try to break quickly against them. Now correct me if I not following the English language here my understanding is that if “he just about got there” then that tends to mean “HE DEFINITELY F-ING DIDN’T!” To reuse my examples, the keeper was nowhere near Mehdi’s free kick, Wullie G didn’t keep the ball in the park and more importantly, Celtic are cheating fouling bastards.

He's got a decent touch for a big man: When a taller player shows some neat touches and good control he is tagged with this particular epitaph (I realise this is a word used for the deceased but its true that these guys will carry this tag till their dying day) It is a surprising shout I think because why shouldn’t he have a nice touch, its his full time job, its all he does and basically all he has done since he was at school. To look at it from the other perspective is it acceptable for him to have a crap touch since he is tall? I mean he can make up for a crap touch in so many different ways, such as standing in the back row in the team photo, you always need a tall guy for that job. Conor Sammon seems to have taken over this from Nish at Killie, a big striker who shows more promise when the ball is played into feet rather than pinged at his head. Would it not make sense to utilise this skill of touch and give it into his feet instead of firing balls at his napper and expecting miracles all because he stands slightly taller than rest. Which brings me to…..

He’s six foot two but jumps five foot three: Ah Colin Nish, two mentions for you, I bet you wish you never rejoined your childhood heroes, especially as the fat Finn has brought back Deek and Jonatan Johannsen is returning to these shores in January, you would no doubt be playing every week scoring goals hopefully and winding up the boo boys who savaged you in your time here. Alas its 4th choice striker for you on the east coast, the upside for us Killie fans is we never need to here someone over our shoulder say he is 6’2 but jumps 5’3, one because it was annoying and two because its physically impossible. As an alternative I preferred “you couldn’t fit a Standard under his feet when he jumps” because its area specific and paints a better picture.

Goalkeepers that can’t kick the ball: Some goalies have a reputation of not being able to kick the ball very well. I cant fathom this, what exactly did they do in their lives, surely at some point when young they took a shot out nets and developed some skills in kicking the ball. There is no way they turned up with their goalie gloves, probably those nylon things with the rubber patches stitched on, and simply played in goals for their entire lifetime. One thing you notice if you spend any time sitting behind the goals is the positioning of the outfield players for a by kick. Our own goalie Mr Combe is a perfect example, when he takes one they all migrate to the left side of the park, WHY!? Can he not turn his body in any direction and kick it somewhere else? And if not? LEARN! Practice kicking balls in particular directions, that element of surprise may prove useful someday would you think. Or is it simply the fact that when a goalkeeper has limited kicking abilities its merely shorthand for saying the goalkeeper is pish.

The notoriously hard to please Kilmarnock fan: We have all heard it and some people now believe it, but no, wait a minute, all teams have their fickle supporters who pay cash every week to have a right good moan. Basically this is something that is perpetuated by lazy Scottish journalists, if they say it all the time them people will begin to think its true, well its not.

Q: Who’s the referee?
A: The guy in the black: Whoever says this just stop it. No uncovering here, just give it a rest.

And finally,
Mon you up here and sit wi me: Actually, I quite like this one, it has the perfect balance of humour and nonsensicalness (in you face Iain Dowie) to be shouted at the football. I think it means that the player who is having a nightmare should come up and sit in the stand and watch himself play like a big fat coo but then if he cant do two things at once, he cant watch himself play after all. Its generally shouted by the chap you don’t know but like to sit near cos he always comes away with some corkers.

And there we have it, Saturday wouldn’t be Saturday without all this mince I have just covered. Let me put this to you, if we had summer football you would never again hear the Yes, he's doing well but can he produce it on a rainy Tuesday night in January at Fir Park now would you, and frankly football would be a sadder place without it, but then summer football, that’s another argument.


Chuck Norris Wears Pasca Pyjamas

> After a day roundhouse kicking everyone he meets, world famous hardest man ever Chuck Norris then wears Pasca pyjamas to bed.

> Manuel Pascali was originally going to be a star in the latest series of TV show Heroes, however when the shows creators and writers put their heads together they couldn’t come up with a possible power that bad guy Sylar could steal that would allow him to elude Pasca’s power of the crunching tackle, they decided to cut him from the series. Pasca wasn’t too bothered though, plenty of time for TV later.

> When Pasca first saw the Pasca 20/20 flag at Love Street earlier this season he was overcome with a mix of emotions, pride due to seeing his countries flag, but also disappointment, after a chat with flag maker extraordinaire Gaz Stafford he realised that his disappointment was unfounded, 20/20 was a reference to an away day enhancer that comes in multi coloured liquid form not a prediction on how many crunching tackles and yellow cards he will get this season. Naturally, Pasca thought he’d get more.

> Pasca has a an acute sense of time, as soon as he sees the yellow card being pointed in his direction, he knows there is 85 minutes to go.

> Usain Bolt was sent a selection of videos featuring Pasca’s meaty challenges by fellow Jamaican icon Simon Ford as way to drum up some inspiration to run fast in the Olympic 100m final. “imagine your running away from dis!” was the note Jamaican national hero and reggae boy extraordinaire Si put in with the vids. It worked as Bolt broke the world record. However, you may have read that Bolt described his pre run routine a little different, TV and chicken nuggets? No mention of thanks for Pasca? Pasca read this too, but isn’t too worried, a three match ban is never too far away, plenty of time then to deal with the ungrateful beanpole, in his own immutable style you understand.

Ruud Kerouac
Killie Beat Writer

Wednesday 17 December 2008

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Entry #32: Wednesday 17th December 2008

Today Ayr drew away at Lochee. Tee Hee. So its still up in the air where we will be going when our Scottish Cup campaign begins. Sorry, our Homecoming Cup campaign!

Tuesday 16 December 2008

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Entry #31: Tuesday 16th December 2008


the name of the pub i watched the game in was Smiths, its not far from the bus station which was good because it was freezing and didnt want to walk to far (also my time keeping sucks, i was still on the bus when the game kicked off so the closer to the station the better for me or i would have missed a fair bit of the 1st half no doubt) plus it would be good for getting back home as today was the second day of my new job after all. Incidentally the buses between Ayr and Prestwick after tenish arent as frequent as i thought and i had to go into another pub and wait half an hour on the bus coming, did get to speak to an old uni friend who had recently had a child with his girlfriend and was looking forward to their first Christmas, also that pub had upside down christmas trees which was kinda cool. got home at 11ish which wasnt ideal but ok, in retrospect if i had been up at Motherwell (is it up?) i would probably have got back at a similar time. Maybe, actually now as i type that i doubt its validity, i will leave it all in now and show the internal machinations of my mind rather than take some time to find out if that would actually be the case.

Back the the football and my rather strange decision to watch Killie on the TV in an Ayr pub. the football was excellent, a two nil win away from home, Alan Russell grabbed his first for us and it was a belter, a really well taken goal and we got a clean sheet both big plusses. Motherwell are pure mince though. Thats six points we have taken off them this season, earlier it was a late Bryson goal which nicked it for us but last night it was just a good performance. Getting texts from thjose that were there and those who saw the first ten minutes that i didnt say that Pasca struggled at makeshift centre half but but in the 80 minutes i saw i thought he looked fine. Invincibile was taken off which is a blow but Flannigan came in and kept the shape. basically it was a great performance from us, considering the line up and the fact the postponed game last week meant that Fernandez's suspension rolled over a further week.

As i have mentioned i watched it in this pub called Smiths in Ayr, wheni got in Jon and his brother Gordon were watching it at the door with Gordons mate and his girlfriend, no sound so we we got punted through the the bar where the game was shown with the sound up. So the five of us were holed up in the furthest corner from the door out and also the toilet, after a few pints i needed a wee pee and i have to admit that i was a little aprehensive about going incase i got any hassle. What a shitebag eh? who in there right mind would hassle a tall speccy geek who just happens to support Killie. but alas i did have a tiny bit of worry in my mind. In fact as far as hassle goes all that there was was some nugget shouting "fuck the Killie" every once in a while i suppose aimed at us as well as the tv. Thank god we won because i wouldnt like to see how many people in the quite busy bar would have cheered a Motherwell goal. I suppose i better add that we all were cheering wildly when our goals went in but managed to contain myself from chanting Ayr Ayr fuck yer Ayr due to my current predicament.

Toward the end of the game we had some steaming local join us up in our wee corner, he must have been a Killie fan so the five became six for a while. I suppose i should also add that all five of us noticed at exactly the same time when he was shown in close up that Mark McGhee seemed to be wearing eyeliner but no website i have seen today seems to highlight it, i dont have apicture to show you but if five of us thought it at the same time then surely it must be true, surely? anyway, a good win and now a home game on Saturday versus St Mirren so a wee back to back win sequence would be swell.

Oh, and Smiths sells a delicious pint of lager.

Monday 15 December 2008

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Entry #30: Monday 15th December 2008


Tonight is the Motherwell game away. Its live on the tv hence the fact that it is Monday. I should be going, it was always my intention to go, even when it was announced to be on Setanta, in fact especially because it was scheduled to be on tv, the Monday meant it wouldnt interfere with my Saturday shift in pub. But now i have a new job and today is my first day and it is playing havoc. Not time wise, time wise its cool i finish at five o'clock so i can be up for the bus to fir Park easy, no to get to and from my job i need my motor and thats where my problem lies. Basically my car isnt in the best of health and its MOT is due in about a week and i dont want any extra journeys (such as to Killie and back) in case it packs in on the way and i cant get to my new job the next day. If my car can get throught those work runs then i will be happy. Plus my worries about my vehicle mean i cant go spending money going to an away game in case my MOT show i need to spend some serious dough in repairs, not to mention what i will shell out for the MOT.

OK, that was a bit of a long winded excuse for the fact that tonight i am not going the the football, in fact as i sit here and write this i have been sent a text to say that a mate of mine from Ayr is watching the game in a pub down there so i am going to throw on my jacket grab my book and take the bus to Ayr from where i am in Prestwick and watch it with him and his brother. Smert laugh.

Saturday 6 December 2008

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Entry #27: saturday 6th December 2008

Games off. What happened to all the undersoil heating pish? can see us getting a bollocking for this as the SPL rules for heating systems is so things like this dont happen. A cold snap during the week puts off a game in the SPL, shouldnt happen.



Which is mince cos i was looking forward to the football today, booooooo!

Thursday 4 December 2008

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Entry #26: Thursday 4th December 2008
On the right is Wullie G and his now famous pink boots, not that he is the only player to wear them this week, Nicklas Bentner for Arsenal and karim Benzama for Lyon wore them this week but it was Wullies on saturday at Hamilton which commanded the match reports in the papers yesterday. On Saturday i recall mentioning how atrociaous they looked, and basically how all those bright coloured Nike Mercurial boots were proper bloody hideous.
SO.....
yesterday as i mentioned in entry #25, i was in an Ayr charity shop when i learned of the cup draw, well i parked the car at the small comercial site beside the Police station so i could go through and go to the shops behind MFI (follow where i am?) anyway, i was kind of fearful of leaving my car in that car park in case there was someone watching and noticed i never used the shops (yes, its a weird paranoia but a paranoia nonetheless) so i ha to chose which shop to use, Lidl or Brantano. I didnt need any messages and who browses a supermarket so i wandered into Brantano and found these belters to the right! My new five a side trainers. So after all my Wullie Gibson boot bashing i have now jumped on the bandwagon.
I should add that though this is an admission that i will ease up on the boots, it is merely the colour and design, it wont halt my frustration at the size! (wullie g, size 6 feet size 10 boots, madness)

Monday 1 December 2008

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Entry #25: Monday 1st December 2008


Ayr away in the cup!!! xmas has came early!!

This was the exact text i recieved at 14:54 today, i was in a charity shop in Ayr looking for cheap books. Oh ya dancer! Except its not, because they still have to get through their tie with Lochee United, and thats not a guarantee. Its a strange feeling, should i root for Ayr so we get to play them or should i root for Lochee because that means they have been beat by a junior team? What a quandry!

This cup draw means history should be made come January, either we will be playing our last ever derby match at Scumerset (hopefully my first ever victory seen there, a possible point to all this?) or we will be the first Premier League team to play junior opposition in the Scottish Cup.

Or should that be the Homecoming Cup as that is what it has been branded this year. In fact what a tie, it should be on the TV, after all the Homecoming Cup refers to getting Scots home to the country for the 250th aniversary of Burns birthday so what better than an all Ayrshire derby? Hearts Hibs, thats what. Seems a poor decision considering the magnitude of the Ayrshire derby i think anyway.

Here is some other sample texts i recieved:

Ayr Ayr fuck ur Ayr! Black and white bastards we dont care, won fuck all and never will!
-Fest

I know, cannie believe it. i was explaining earlier to someone that Ayr away is my dream draw
-D

looking forward to a wee trip to the black hole of the world next month?
-Skimmy

Kinda sums up the excitement and the rivalry quite well i think. Roll on the 10th January and a trip to Scumerset. Well provided they beat the juniors!