So Fucking Close...........

The Thistle support get ready for the 2nd half. Guy on the phone: Ye did what with my coupon!!??

Tonight was my first trip in many a year to Ibrox (otherwise known as Castle Greyskull, Snake Mountain or The Death Star), home of Glasgow Rangers. Partick Thistle had drawn them in the Scottish Cup Quarter Finals and three and a half thousand Jags fans took Rangers up on the kind offer of fifteen pound tickets. What a night! Rangers were fucking woeful, it has to be said. Nacho Novo, known by many Thistle fans with long memories for being a dirty wee shit, ended up on his arse for most of the first half as Thistle just went about their job frustrating the Huns. Midway through the 2nd half we scored and the whole Thistle end went into meltdown. We were still celebrating, as were the players I think, when Rangers took advantage of the only time in the whole game where we failed to clear our lines properly. Kris Boyd doing what he does best, bundling the ball over the line like he was humping a sack of coal onto a lorry. The fucking big wank!

Not that we saw that goal go in. The seats we got were about six rows from the front and behind the goal. You had no idea how far up the pitch either team was. What looked to be an attack on the edge of the penalty box often turned out to be merely a series of passes somewhere in the middle of the park when viewed on the video screen situated in the corner of the stadium. We got a great view of our goal, but what was happening at the other end of the park was anyones guess.

So, a replay, more cash for Thistle and a definite advantage to Rangers, as our pitch is like ploughed field with the Rugby that's being played on it. On tonights evidence, Rangers are much Like Glasgow Warriors in that they aren't overly keen on keeping the ball on the ground either. Rangers will whinge about fixture congestion and in a surreal twist, the game will be played on the weekend of the following round of the Scottish Cup (are you following me at the back?), but fuck it! These guys get paid monstrous amounts of money and are supposed to be professional athletes, they can go and fuck themselves if they want to play the "I'm a tired little bunny now" card. Try being a speedway rider and doing three meetings a week in three different countries and see how far you'll get with that pish.

Anyway, my throat is fucked and I'm on my third can as I type this. Damn work in the morning, though it'll be nice to patronise the Rangers fans for a change.............

"Aye, well, ye never know, we could have an off day in the replay and ye might sneak a goal........."