……the most dreaded one in the hostelries of Scotland has to be the laced with menace ‘are you looking at me, pal’ – which tends to bring any merry evening of frolicsome fun in the pub to a grinding halt and all eyes turn towards the questioner and questionee..
This is a raw version of being slapped on the cheek with a kid glove and informed ‘ Sir, you are a cad and a bounder: I challenge you to a duel. Swords or pistols?’
Browsing on Spotify this morning, I was in a nostalgia groove with Men At Work’s ‘Cargo’ and ‘Business As Usual’ albums (vinyl versions upstairs unplayed for many years) and then went off on a tangent to some of Colin Hay’s solo stuff…
Here’s that chill-the-blood question dressed up as personal memoire… (good use of Travis Bickle imagery included)
so there we were, 5 or 6 assembled lunch-time ’just in for a quick read o’the papers’ quaffers all contentedly mooching at the bar counter – you could hear the clock ticking as we enjoyed that little bit of peace and tranquility.
..and then into the lounge – which is visible – and audible – through a connecting gap to allow a single bar person to serve the two rooms – comes a couple with one of those wee yappy ‘rat on a lead’ dogs.
and yap, yelp and whine it did for the next 10 minutes . Oh jeez – geez peace…..
Finally the pooch’s mistress gave up the pretence of not being blissfullyunaware of a’body’s scunner and in a ‘Pure Mary Doll ‘voice remonstrated with her wee friend
‘Oh Coisty – stop it for any sake’
Portrait of the Fitba Fan who’s team has just conceded with 2 minutes left…..
It’s the last day of October and what with one thing and another – Offshore work cycle, daughter’s wedding, excursion to London for Mott the Hoople gig etc, this is only the third Dons’ game of the season that I have attended. That’s an abominably poor strike rate for a Devoted Red.So away game or not, I wasn’t missing this one.
My Hibbee son-in-law was pleased to get the run down to the game on the condition that he was the nominated driver to ferry his pint-packed father-in-law back up the road (theory being that I would need to stop for celebrations of an Aberdeen victory)
It wasn’t the greatest game, but an absorbing enough 90 minutes…On-form Hibs had the better of most of the play but the Dons stuck to their task and only the continued lack of credible firepower (Messrs Miller and Maguire failing to make any inroads into Hibs defence) meant we were always likely to rack up yet another ‘Aberdeen Nil’… The sendings off of Maurice Ross and Chris Maguire saw all remaining 9 men become admirably re-energised to cope with the reduced numbers andI thought they were doing enough to escape with the draw…. A cross to the far post finally got the better of a stretched and tiring defence, Nish heading in and Liam miller’s defelcted shot in injury time wrapped it up.
Probably the biggest negative from the afternoon was the injury to the 16 year old power-house mid-fielder Fraser Fyvie. It is true that Hibs Ian Murray ‘got the ball’ but there was no chance of the follow through not full on clattering the player… compared with the sendings off, I think we are entering refereeing consistency issues….
Press and Journal disagrees with me….. Match report
There are plenty Ground Hopper websites with loads of pictures of the Leith San Siro so it would be fairly redundant to upload more..
I kinda miss the old tin shed main stand at Easter Road
...and I miss the view of Arthur's Seat.
The spiritual home of Renton, Begbie and Spud
Elsewhere in the Scottish Junior Cup, Maud JFC c/w tricky winger son-in-law number 2 travelled to play Bonnyrigg Rose.
You would have thought an enthusiastic Horse Racing afficianado like Coisty would have helped to ease the current Rangers finacial crisis by investing a million or so in the 4.20 at Southwell on Tuesday……
http://www.racingpost.com/horses2/results/home.sd?r_date=2009-10-27
…for cheering you up…?
Even if your own particular Average FC don’t often produce the desired results, there is always the enjoyment at watching the dreams of the Corporate FCs crumble to dust….
A good example provided at the week-end with the hilarious Liverpool beach-ball goal. We have a few Scouse Reds in the crew and it was a joy to watch them splutter in indignation..
Today on Rustbucket Alpha, I have been in my element after the stunning reversal experienced by Rangers last night…
Opening conversational gambit is …’has the Process Plant shut down? It seems eerily quiet. Oh dash, I forgot…all the Rangers Fans have suddenly shut the f*** up’
Unirea 4 Diarrhoeah 1 is another good wind-up line.
I wonder if they’ll let Romanian teams into the North Atlantic League…..
I started to watch the game, but a couple of seats along in the Rec Room was one of these boorish True Loyal and Loud Triumphalists… No civilised watching of the match possible, so I buggered off to the cabin to read my book.
I wish I’d stayed to watch the guy descend into the distraught mess he was this morning.
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Doing a Google Image search for ‘Pittodrie’ I found the following picture on the second page..
Definately a penalty. Davie NEVER dived!
..and discovered a Heart of Midlothian blog ( http://www.freewebs.com/mikegsmith/ ) created by one of the readers of my incoherent drool. Ithink that was the Dons 0 Hearts 3 game in 75-76… . Bob Valentine never gave Aberdeen anything!
I have attended 5 Peterhead FC games this season and the results have been 4 defeats and a draw. I can’t be too far away from the club management paying my entrance money, transport costs and beer money to go and watch Fraserburgh instead!
Saturday’s excursion was down to deepest,darkest Fife and the prospect of an even contest between the Blue Brazil and the Bloo Toon (wearing red for the day)
And what a comprehensive tanking was dished out by the Flying Fifers… helped along by a gigantic portion of comedy defending and Heids Going Down.
Nobody will ever confuse TV ‘Friends’ Central Perk with Cowden’s Central Park.
with this offering
the comments were 50-50 re-assuringly sane/ stomach-heaving scary-mad
I feel an urgent need to have a long shower
or find an antidote some where….
Which match will I attend today,then?
Aberdeen are at home to St Mirren and that would be my default spectating choice, but as ever I seek at bit of variety in my Saturday activity.
I haven’t seen Fraserburgh play this season and they are away to Forres Mechanics, which is a ground I have never been to before.
Peterhead are away to Arbroath which is a pleasant lower league away-day and also on my agenda for this season is to turn up at some stage at the three new Highland League teams – Formartine United, Turriff United and Strathspey Thistle.
Spoilt for choice today.
There’s also Maud Juniors fixture against Hermes – but they’re playing understrength today – being without their tricky winger who is getting married and his centre-back brother who is his best man.
The fact that the Tricky Winger is getting married to my daughter sort of decides for me which ‘match’ I’ll be at!
I’m all excited!
Borrowed (i.e. ‘Ripped Off’) from www.inthestands.co.uk ( so visit their site and boost their traffic)
All sane people are of course safely inside a Fitba Park while this nonsense is on…..
Soccer Saturday Drinking Game! – because you didn’t wanna go out this saturday night anyway !
Official rules!
- Every time a goal is scored:- 1 shot of beer
- Every sending off:- 1 shot of Jager (or substitute)
- Half time:- Absolutley no alcoholic beverages may be
imbibed during this period.
- Whenever Chris Kamara is talking:- You must be drinking
- Whenever Merson uses stupid rhyming slang (i.e.”he’s hit the beans on toast”!):- 1 shot of Jager
- In the second half, all teams can only be referred to by their nicknames:- Failure to do so results in a 3 beer shot penalty.
- Whenever Swindon Town appear on the vidiprinter: – Last person to shout out ‘Mackerel’ takes shot of Jager.
- Whenever Dundee appear on the vidiprinter:- Last person to shout out ‘Football’ takes shot of Jager.
- Everytime Phil Thompson says ‘Stevie Gerrard’:- 3 shots of beer.
- Everytime Jeff makes an ‘A Trialist’ joke:- 3 shots of beer.
- Everytime your team score:- 2 extra shots of beer
- Everytime Matty Taylor and ‘Goal of the Season’ are mentioned in the same sentence:- 1 shot of Jager
- Everytime Jeff calls Kenny Deucher ‘The Good Doctor’:- 1 shot of Whisky
- Any hint of racism (social or otherwise) from any of the pundits:- Quad bombs (4 jager+redbull) all round
- Everytime Hartlepool score a goal:- 3 shots of beer
- Everytime a pundit shouts off camera:- 2 shots of beer
- Everytime LeTiss is mentioned in connection with a takeaway: – 1 shot of Jager
- Whenever Chris Kamara says “its unbelievable Jeff”, all drinks must be downed
- Everytime Jeff mentions “dancing in the streets of TNS: – 1 shot of jager
- Everytime Jeff says “its Doom and Gloom at…” – 1 shot of jager
- Everytime the team ‘Keith’ is referred to as just being one guy :- 1 shot of jager
- Everytime Brighton & Hove, or Daggers & Redbridge are jokingly referred to as two different teams playing the same oppo :- 1 shot of jager
- Everytime when Arbroath striker Kevin Webster scores and Stelling says “ohh, Sally will be pleased” :- 1 shot of Jager.
- Everytime anything bad happens to Craig Bellemy/ Joey Barton (injury, og, booked, arrested for assault etc.) :- 2 celebratory shots of the spirit of choice.
- Whenever Northampton Town appear on the vidiprinter, last person to shout out ‘Cobblers’ :- shot of Jager
- Whenever the Gareth Barry affair/scandal is mentioned :- shot of jager
- Whenever a James Brown related joke is made :- Last person to sing ‘I feel good’ must down drink
- Whenever the James Brown statue dances :- Last person to dance along must have shot of tequila.
- Anytime anyone mentions United missing Ronaldo or Tevez:- 1 shot of Portuguese / Argie Firewater.
- Any talk of Man City ‘buying the title’:- down your beer.
- Any talk of a team breaking the top 4 – Shot of beer
-It is mentioned that Cappello should keep an eye on this player for the world cup – 3 shots of beer
- Talk of a player going to South Africa – shot of spirit
I’m not sure what a ’shot’ of beer is. I tend to ‘glug’ mine.
