Fitba: why do i do it to masel? Just spent an evening as the only Jambo among a throng of Hibbies in the Phoenix, sipping pricey Grolsch lager and watchin my team lose to what i still maintain was a right dodgy penalty awarded when Freaky Deeky (above) went sprawling in the box.
Mibbies i was spoiled by glimpsin the best 4 teams in Europe over the last coupla nights but even at that, tonight's game could only be described as utter keech. Both teams struggled to stick more than a coupla passes together and the whole point seemed to be to howf it up the park as hard and fast as poss.
Complete jobbies, but it might have been acceptable had the ref not been a total womble. (To be fair to said womble, i appear to be the only person in Embra who reckons it wis nivir a pen.)
In future i really should stick to the shinty. But it was actually almost worth it for the following post-match words of wisdon from the great Csaba Laszlo, "We were not really focussed. We had too many issues in the head and we forgot to score goals.
Now there's a man who speaks sense.