Electric Blues

What a brilliant advert for Scottish football, eh? A supposed top six contender getting humped by the team that's sitting 24 points behind the team that lost to Lincoln Red Imps. Fucking double fuck.

Given the scoreline I'd assumed we were playing with 9 up front - until I saw that we've managed just one shot so far - and off-target at that. Fucking fuck.

Remember this roaster at Aberdeen?

Good work, CoF. Now, if only there were stats that reflected how many games we SHOULD have won (or at least not lost) we'd be a lot further up those tables.

I wonder if Moulty fancies a stint in China? That should be good for £5million+.

He's got a long way to go before he trumps the golden memory of Brian McClair scoring all 5 goals in back-to-back wins over Rangers (3-0) then Celtic (2-1) in January '83. A hat trick in the next game would be a good start, though.

Good days, those, stood on the halfway line separated from the baying hordes by a bit of rickety chicken wire. When Celtic visited "The Sash" would get banged out, and the theory was that when Rangers played we'd all sing "The Soldier's Song". However, comparatively few people seemed to know more than the first line, so it would invariably end up being the more generic "Hello, Hello, How Do You Do" instead.

As opposed to ICT - two big games, zero points. It's the ICT fan at my work I feel sorry for, come next week!

He's not the only one - Mrs Blues has just rescinded my bedroom privileges for tonight for scaring the crap out of her with a hefty "GIRFUY". Until that point, she didn't even know they were playing.

Diabolical - way worse than the one Vardy got sent off for the other week.

We could have had another 4 or 5 there too, and Aberdeen couldn't have complained.

I'd have expressed the same sentiments myself until recently. However, when the entertainment element is close to zero, and the business model is predicated on a lottery-based hit and hope approach that would get laughed off Dragons' Den, it's understandable that some might choose to say, "I'm out".

Well, that seems to be our approach to players, so why not, eh?

Actually, I'm talking shite, Partick would be bottom. I'm too fucking cross to think straight after three seasons of this.

If Dundee had beaten Partick 2-0 instead of the other way round we'd be sitting bottom now. That's about the height of our ambitions these days, hoping some other team is even more gash than we are.

It look like it's going to be a long hard season for those poor kids to get through sober.

We have (quite deservedly) handed out pelters to our team over the years for their poor throw ins, but take a look at the Kilmarnock throw in that led to our second goal and suddenly we don't seem quite so bad.

Maybe this will be the game where the strike force finally start taking the chances and hand out that long overdue thrashing we keep hearing about. A 9 or 10 goal tally would do the confidence a world of good - although I'd happily settle for 2-0 to the good guys.

Pretty sure the game plan was to go 6-3 down then recover - and maybe even not miss the penalty for the 6-7 win this time. Still, i's only a friendly though, eh? Anyone know how The Rangers pre-season is going?

We told them where to stick their shitty blue pound for the play offs and that turned out OK. Let's see if we can't put 6 past them in a single game next season, the Neanderthal scum.

If he shaved that beard off and got laid into the Grecian 2000 I reckon we could re-sign him for next season. He's already proved he's better crippled than some of our more recent able-bodied 'keepers. Two particular memories of the great day itself stick in my mind, apart from the obvious. A bunch of Dundee Utd fans applauding us as our buses drove away from Hampden, even though they must have been hurting like fuck; and watching the highlights of the game in a jam-packed Electric Bar that night, pissed, tired and happy, and still not really believing it when the final whistle blew.

I wouldn't.

The very fact that a case could still be made for voting for Ripley after a 7-0 drubbing tells its own sad story.

It's not fucking meaningless to me! If nothing else, I now have to take pelters at work tomorrow from a plastic fucking paddy who probably couldn't even name more than 2 of the current Celtic squad. Somehow the fact that it could have been a lot worse is scant consolation.