Electric Blues

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.

County 3-0 up against Aberdeen now, whatever that proves.

I'd prefer a fucking left back!

When, weeyin, when we beat Celtic.

Hearts are catchable!

...and then hopefully to swell the mighty River Clyde with their tears afterwards!

I was supposed to be at this one but had to cancel due to a family illness. Hopefully I'll be over for the Accies game. I know you can't make judgements based on YouTube, but we actually looked much better on the highlights than I was expecting after some of the earlier comments, even in the first half. Our second goal in particular was a thing of beauty.

Close, but no cigar. As a 'Well fan, this "Am I In Denial" thread strikes a particular chord.

No subs used. Maybe we're getting fitter? And no late, late goals conceded either. Maybe not a classic, but the points are in the bank.

Oh, you heartless bastard, let everyone know the poor sod's wife is a lesbian, why don't you?

Hamilton Academical chairman Les Gray is adamant that "artificial pitches are here to stay", and he is calling for the same standards applied to synthetic surfaces to be introduced for grass parks, describing some as "mud heaps". Better a mud heap than a shit heap, Mr Gray. You made your plastic bed, now lie in it.

Probably a coincidence.

Grimshaw playing, Ainsworth on the bench. Promising...

Fair enough, thanks Andy. (The "what" was quite self-explanatory, it was the "why" I was struggling with.) Speaking as someone who only makes a couple of games every season, and who doesn't vote on any I haven't been at, I'd have been more tempted to remove the "Null Vote" category altogether rather than add another option to keep track of everyone who doesn't actually have an informed opinion but who just can't resist pressing a button. At least that way each vote would actually mean something, whether it was based on personally observing the whole ninety, the muted highlights on Alba, the opinion of your mate who did go, or just a vote for whoever was the biggest, handsomest bastard that week. In the grand scheme of things though, as you say, it doesn't skew anything unduly. Maybe I should just get out more.