I’m not entirely sure about what to make of that match at Pittodrie, but I’m still not panicking. As for the referee’s performance, it seems that everybody’s disagreeing with Neil Lennon’s assessment. I’m not. Aberdeen’s first penalty was dodgy as hell. Ferguson was leaning back into Ntcham, who was trying to get around the cunt. Then Ferguson performed a dive that El Guffalo would be proud of. Even on Sportscene they were saying that Ferguson went down deliberately. Their assessment, though, didn’t say anything about cheating; they called it ‘clever play’. Strangely enough, when they were debating whether or not Elyounoussi had gone down too easily, part of the debate was about whether it should have been a penalty at all. ‘Elyounoussi ran into Hoban’s leg’ was the conclusion. What the fuck did they expect him to do? He could hardly stop himself, could he?
Aberdeen’s second penalty looked cut-and-dried in the clip that Sportscene kept showing us. Before that, though, when they were showing the actual play, you could see, quite clearly, that McLennan deliberately ran into McGregor’s feet and threw himself over; you could even see that he hesitated slightly before making his decision. The replays were shown from a different angle, simply concentrating on the contact, which made McGregor look guilty. Then there was Gollum’s delay in blowing the whistle as he waited to see if Cosgrove was going to score. Certainly, if advantage is played, the game can be stopped and called back if the advantage doesn’t work out immediately. I’ve seen this on many occasions, but that was the first time I’ve ever seen play called back after a team has missed a goal. Operation ‘Stop the 10’ is in full force.
Neil Lennon, I see, has been having a go at all the nay-sayers and panic merchants. Quite right too! It’s not as if Neo-Gers are way ahead and there are only a few games left. They’re six points ahead and we’ve got a game in hand while there are, what – twenty-seven games left? There’s plenty of time to turn things around. Meanwhile, Edouard will soon be back and Griffiths is getting up to speed again. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – it’s far to soon to start panicking. Even Phil Mac is talking about Lenny looking depressed and I’ve seen folk on Twitter posting pictures of him signalling to the crowd, saying they want that Lennon back. Maybe they haven’t noticed, but there’s no crowd for him to signal to. What do they want, him acting like Steven Gerrard, running up to the TV camera? Get a fucking grip!
The Yonghy-Bonghy Bo has been telling the Huns how he heard all about Raynjurz’ history from his dad in South Africa. Er…is he sure his dad told him all the history? How about the fact that they’re the most bigoted, racist supporters on the planet? How about the fact that they all seem to be vehemently opposed to BLM? Or how about the fact that the old, dead club were dirty, cheating bastards?
“Hands up if you think I’d never even heard of Raynjurz before they looked to sign me!”
Wee Red Card Ross has been explaining why he abstained from the vote to feed poor children in England. Apparently, it was a ‘crisis of conscience’ about EVEL, with him thinking he shouldn’t be voting on English matters. The cheeky bastard goes on to say, however, that he’s going to stay on the Scottish Government’s case. What for? They’re already planning to give free school meals to children over the Christmas holidays. Wouldn’t his time be better employed trying to persuade Boris and his band of boneheads to do the same? As it is, he’s said nothing to signal that he disagrees with Johnson. Fucking wee shitebag!
“The real reason Ah waant free school dinners ower Christmas is cos Ah kin easily pass fur a school wean. Parliament’ll bae oan Christmas recess an’ Ah kin get free meals. That’s how Ah couldnae gie a fuck aboot what happens in England – cos Ah’ll no’ bae there!”
As Hector says, all this gender ID stuff is getting completely out of hand. Somebody on Twitter posted some document that was calling women ‘menstruators’, while somebody else found some online guide about childbirth, which talked about the ‘birthing’ and ‘non-birthing’ parents. Fuck me! It’s all very well supporting LGBTUVWXYZ people but, for some reason, the word ‘woman’ is being deleted from the language. It’s like something out of Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four! I don’t understand, though, why Hector brings my Alma Mater into it!
The first time I encountered this business of gender ID was a long time ago when an arty-farty arsehole called Genesis P-Orridge (Whose name tells you all you need to know), insisted on being called ‘s/he’ as he considered he and his wife to be one, genderless, individual. Who knew that this kind of pretentiousness would become popular!
Mind you, I’ll still be voting SNP when it comes to it. I simply don’t believe all this shite about Nicola Sturgeon being against Scottish independence. And I’m certainly sceptical about those other cunts, Scotia. I’m willing to bet that their funding comes from some Unionist source.
Speaking of Unionists, the other kind, the NI ‘Loyalist’ kind, are planning some big celebrations next year for the hundredth anniversary of their bigoted statelet. Of course, the Orange Lodge are right in there, talking about big parades. You’ve got to laugh, though, when they say that the marches etc. will be ‘inclusive’! Yes, I can just see Irish Republicans following the bands, telling themselves to ‘go home’ from their own land! These cunts live in a wee world all of their own.
NASA’s big reveal about the Moon was a bit of an anti-climax. I thought they were going to tell us that its orbit had decayed and it was going to crash into Earth in five years. (Time to get out the Ziggy Stardust album!) Maybe they’d found out that it was made of green cheese after all. At the very least they could have found some cunt sitting there, playing on a ladle. Water? Big fucking wow!
“What aboot me, ya fuckers?”
NASA’s big discovery’s got nothing on that of Der Fuhrer the other evening. While wiring into spaghetti and meatballs, she announced that cutting the meatballs in half made them easier to eat! Now, there’s a real world-changing discovery! People everywhere will be singing Der Fuhrer’s praises as they no longer have to attempt to fit oversized meatballs into their mouths, spreading tomato sauce all over their faces and almost breaking their jaws as they try to get their teeth round them. Halleluiah!
“Meatenbollen? Waiten-sie eine fucking minute. Ich thought Ich vos eine vegegassenfarter!”
“Awright, boaysies? Ah don’t know what aw the fuckin’ fuss is aboot. Ah never hiv any bother wi’ ma gender identity!”
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