Neil Lennon has been compared to Donald Trump, trying to cling on when his time is obviously over. I believe I’ve even said it myself. There’s one major difference, however, between the two men. Trump has been whining and stamping his feet, yelling about being cheated when there’s absolutely no evidence to back him up. Celtic, on the other hand, have been cheated all season, either directly or indirectly with Neo-Gers being helped. Lennon, and the rest of the ones in charge at Celtic, though, have said nothing. That doesn’t mean it’s not been happening. As the old saying goes, Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.
There’s been proof positive in the past few days, with El Guffalo’s forearm smash on Saturday only getting a yellow card. Yes, he’s received a retrospective ban but the fact remains that Dundee Utd. should have been playing against ten men. And then we have Wednesday’s game in Paisley. Arch Hun, Andrew Dallas, should have been officiating but was injured and was replaced by David Dickinson, a huge step up for somebody that usually referees the lower leagues. Unfortunately, this character didn’t read the script, giving St. Mirren a penalty and booking Kent for diving instead of pointing to the spot, as Dallas would have done. Quite a few Huns are moaning about the referee over on FollowFollow, showing that they know how much they missed Dallas’s influence.
“Well, that’s ma application fur the Ludge fucked!”
“An’ what aboot me, eh? Ah goat telt before the game startit thit Ah could foul any cunt Ah waanted an’ nuhin’ wid happen!”
Marco Negri was in the Daily Record, puzzling over why none of the top Italian clubs haven’t ‘snapped up’ any of the Neo-Gers ‘superstars’. That’s easy. They’re shite. They’ve been relying on Scottish officials to win domestic games, have progressed in Europe against teams choked with Covid, got lucky with referees in Europe and looked good against Celtic because the latter weren’t playing well at all. Surely even Negri can see that, with an impartial referee in Scotland, they’re a pretty poor team.
Meanwhile, Stewart Robertson has been moaning about the governance of the game in Scotland. He’ll have even more to greet about now! No doubt he’ll be demanding an investigation into David Dickinson’s qualifications to referee a Neo-Gers game. The Peeppul will already be on the case, looking into what school the guy went to. I wouldn’t be surprised if the SFA decides that Dickinson shouldn’t have been in charge of a match between two Premiership teams and declares the match null and void. (Two of Neo-Gers’ favourite words back in March and April.) Dallas will referee the replay, in which Neo-Gers get three penalties. And they’ll still moan about match officials and the governance of the game!
Meanwhile, the anti-SNP rhetoric is being ramped up ahead of next year’s Scottish Parliament elections. They’re moaning that the NHS Louisa Jordan facility at the SECC hasn’t been used, despite the money spent on it. Isn’t the same true for the Florence Nightingale temporary hospitals in England? Fucking hypocrites the lot of them. Oh, and poor, old Chas and his leathery companion, Camilla, cancelled their plans for a tour of Scotland because Nicola Sturgeon wasn’t ‘welcoming’. As far as I’m concerned, keeping these parasites away from normal people is a good reason for voting SNP!
Away and haunt some cunt else!
Have you seen the advert telling us all how to conduct our Christmas get-togethers? We’re supposed to wear masks and have all the windows open to allow fresh air to circulate. Fresh? It’ll be fucking freezing. And weathermen are predicting a white Christmas, so there’ll be six inches of snow on the dining table. The food will be cold in no time and everyone will be sitting around in coats and scarves while trying to manoeuvre food under their masks and into their mouths with gloved hands. Never mind dying of Covid, we’ll all fucking freeze to death!
“Mammy! Granda’s pished ayssel’ again!”
“It’s no’ ma fuckin’ fault! It’s freezin’ in here!”
I was reading the other day about a pet shop being broken into and some exotic pets being stolen. 15 tortoises, three geckos and two orchid mantises were purloined. Apparently, the beasts were intended for children’s Christmas presents. I reckon the thieves have done the poor brutes a massive favour. Just imagine those animals on Christmas Day, being poked, prodded, picked up and dropped by some spoilt little bastards. Then again, the pet shop was in Motherwell so that was probably somebody’s Christmas dinner!
“Jist you try an’ eat me, ya ugly fuckers!”
On the home front, when we moved into this house, there was an old, fluorescent strip-light in the kitchen. The tube conked out months ago and Der Fuhrer decided not to get another as she wanted a new light fitting up there. She put a table lamp in the kitchen and at night I had to guddle about in the dark, trying to find the bloody switch. She’s in no hurry to get a new light, so I finally persuaded her to get a new fluorescent tube. When I went to change the tube the whole light fitting started to crumble away in my hands, like something from a mummy’s tomb, exposed to the air for the first time in millennia. It was probably fitted by the Council about sixty years ago! After a brief argument, Der Fuhrer agreed to phone the council to get a new light fitting. They came almost immediately and fitted a brand-new, LED strip light, which Der Fuhrer is perfectly happy with. So all those months of groping about in the fucking dark were for nothing; we could have had a new light ages ago. I’ll need to put my foot down more often!
“Awright, troops? That referee wiz a fuckin’ disgrace. They St. Mirren thugs (ye couldnae call thum players) booted fuck oot the Raynjurz players wi’ impurity. Thur’s nae fuckin’ wye that wiz a penalty – the guy dived an’ then Ryan Kent goat booked fur divin’ when ay wiz clearly broat doon. The sooner wae hiv VAR in Scotland the better. They Feenyin referees ur daein’ everyhin’ they kin tae stoap Raynjurz winnin’ anyhin’ this year, Ah bet thul try an’ get theym back it the toap-y the table an’ then abandon the league, the wye they done last year. The sooner wur oot-y this bigoted backwater an’ intae the English leagues the better!”
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