In/Oot - Oot
Furryboots - In front o' the laptop watchin a shiτe quality stream, and postin ma reactions here aboot 2 minutes behind abody else.
Pre - Workin on, hopefully finishin aff, recordin backin vocals and mixin doon tracks by the local legend 'The Amazing Sid Ozalid' for a forthcoming release.
Then feedin the cats and 'lettin' them oot so they dinna annoy the fυck oot o' ma durin the game!
Post - Whether in celebration or tae ease the pain, afew glesses o' home made Banana and Japanese Rose-petal wine.
Prediction - 2-1 defeat .... efter bein up 1-0 efter 20 minutes ... and game managin' til in the 85th minute, when they try that Hearts second goal move on us .... Consi and McKenna - havin learned nae tae assume the other will deal with it - both go to intercept the striker .... effectively blind-siding the ref and linesman just as the cheatin basτard striker taks a dive. Penalty! ... 1 - 1
.... A wee bunfight ensues, and continues between our centre halves, each blamin the ither ... McKenna askin Consi if it's any wonder he wants a move ... Consi questions McKenna's loyalty, and holds himself up as an example. McKenna points out that Consi's loyalty is the problem - cos there's no chance he'll be goin anywhere soon .... hence the need he himself needs tae go.
Consi loses the plot and screams "Fυck off then, get tae fυck! ... go on ... jist fυck off now!" ... McKenna laughs and shaks the heid ... which provokes Consi tae march purposely towards him and square up ... just as a long hoof fae their goalie bounces aff the deck, hits McKenna on the arse, evades Big Joe ( who has come out of his goal tae dae his captain bit and gie them baith a 'wise-up' slap on the lug ), and skites in aff the post.
1 -2 .... but hey, an away goal .... we'll be fine ... you mark my words