Sunday, February 17, 2008

Good Feelin to know*

I tortured myself, whether to go to the game, knowing full well how badly we have been playing of recent and knowing full well we were likely to get gubbed. As the time came to say yes or no I took leave of my senses, grabbed the season ticket, hat, scarf and was on my merry way. As the opening whistle blew I knew I had made the right decision. It felt right, the anticipation the belief was right there, the smells, the buzz even although it was 2 O' clock on a Sunday it still felt like 3 O' clock on a Saturday and it was a good feeling to know.

We played well kept a lot of the ball, actually didn't really feel any threat, even when they scored (marginally offside) but the decisions were absolutely unfuckingbelievable. This arsewipe really is the mother of all huns. Minister of the Christian Religion indeed Mike, by that I'm sure you mean proddisant!

Despite the result I'm glad I went. We played the better football, we were the more creative, frankly R*ngers were shite.

Kris Boyd, too was shite, funny thing was all the sort of shite diving he used to get booked for when he played for Killie, he now seems to get away with, funny that. He's still a flash git too, I saw this sleek black Audi R8 with the number plate B1YDY and new right away it was his. Anyway he's so flash he takes 2 parking spaces to himself at Tesco in Ayr. Probably in for his cairry oot!

*Poco

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