Emmjay

And all you moaning minnies complain about us women complaining from time to time...!!! Toughen up, will you. Go to the toilet before you go, or buy one of those useful mini portaloos, available from JML...!!!

So sorry to hear of your sad loss. RIP.

Everybody has a price...

See men???? Mens' Pigs!!! ...particularly ambitious old men...

Motherwell-v-Hibs, a few years ago(when Terry Butcher was still at FP) Me(bored, and looking at the crowd)...having listened to a substitution announcement, watched, with incredulity, as the player ran on to the pitch(backwards) not having had time to pull on the team's jersey, and still pulling up his socks, "That's a disgrace, not giving him time to get changed..." Katie, from inside her hood,."Mum.....that's the referee..."

Ask for more pocket money before you go next time Anyway, more importantly,how were the pies??

That just looks disgusting. Its like a nappy filler.....

I LOVE Chapmans' pies...I look as if I love Chapmans' pies as well.

The creak of the willow...the whites...the perspiring umpire clad with many cable knits...the flap of the scorecards...the pavillion... FORE...!!! OOPS...WRONG GAME

Ooooh...well fixed!!

I want a "Where's Tammy" quiz!!

Waiting on a picture quiz to start soon....

Conscripted Soccer..thats a plan.

I agree...its mostly about football.

This is a serious position I find my self in ... I think this post sums up perfectly the shallow connections we make now as a matter of routine. I agree with Pie's sentiments, and I agree with Eddie. I need to go and study!!

We are not Barcelona, we are not AC Milan, and never will be. We are Motherwell FC, from a small town less than 20miles from 2 of the biggest football clubs in the world. It's a Rollercoaster Ride, and during the last 20yrs of our 125yr history we've been reletively spoiled, so get on, grip tightly and stop complaining. The point of the whole thread. 'Well said. (maybe the sat nav on the wean's scooter was faulty.......)

I enjoy reading subtle wind ups...but this isn't.

We stayed to the bitter end, to applaud the players off the pitch, and I wasn't as annoyed at the result, as I was at the number of folk who left before the end. (We were also on TV that day, every one of us!!)

She'll have plenty of cups to give away to the right club

...not forgetting Frazzle's "Mark Reynolds is murrrrrrrder".

We should aim high, and go for nine pages... (wish he would chew on a fisherman's friend to clear his adenoids, before he goes on air)

Eight pages devoted to this total nonentity.