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The backlog will cost us.

We're ten points off 7th place and we won't catch Falkirk. I doubt Morton or Queens will blow up like Raith did. Hope is difficult to conjure up from that. We need our best players back . Quickly.

Anyone else notice they couldn't even spell correctly the word complement (as in adding extra to something as opposed to admiring it).

It actually hit the metal stanchion on which the nets were draped in those days, so the net didn't ripple hence the ref's uncertainty. Big Roy later said a St Mirren defender had let the linesman know it was a goal. I also remember his leg being broken. But it was usual back then to applaud a player who was being carried off. Big Roy was mysteriously under appreciated by some in the Sons support, though.

One of? It was an absolute stunner. Without doubt the best I'll ever see.

I know we coped okay with three games in a week recently but history suggests that if we have more postponements we could find things get a bit sticky when the games finally come round.

I missed the game today but it certainly did at Dunfermline.

Sade vs Nade?

Since fairy tales are all about how the rich shaft the rest of us and always come out on top of course the Gretna story was a fairy tale.

1996/7/8. About twenty years ago. In football things have a habit of repeating themselves sometime down the line.

The last time we got relegated from tier 2 to 3 we went down again the following year and finished bottom of the lowest Division the year after. So fear it. I certainly do.

I keep wondering how Lord Charles would pronounce the last three syllables of our Froxy's surname. See below at 2.21 and 5.16 and 6.07 minutes in.

We're delighted to be pish. We used to be sh*te.

I beg to disagree. Black and Gold hooped shirts with white shorts are our traditional colours. But I absolutely love a white shirt with black and gold banding/diagonal stripes.

Anyone who says "Aren't I" instead of "Amn't I" deserves to get picked on.

Don't you get nervous every game? I think the only time I haven't been nervous about a game was during that run of 2-0 wins in the promotion season 2008-9. (Well there was that whole period of a year we went without a win from autumn 1996 till just about winter 1997 but there weren't nerves then, just resignation.)

I'm not sure about the possibility of going full time...... It could be a short road to the club going bust. I'd rather we were part time and still in existence than full time and then defunct.

I was in a junk/second hand warehouse place today and picked up an issue of Goal magazine. Thumbing through it I came across the Sons' league placing that week in November 1973. Eighth. In the top Division. The previous Saturday's results were given towards the end. Dumbarton 3-0 Motherwell. The Sons team was given as Williams, C McAdam, Wilkinson, Menzies, Cushley, Ruddy, Coleman, Wallace, McCormack, Patterson, Heron. John Bourke came on as a sub for Peter Coleman and Johnny Graham for Brian Heron. Scorers were Heron, Bourke and McCormack. Those were the days, eh? I believe we finished tenth that season. Doubt we'll see their like again.

I'd had the same thought myself.

Paul Martin spent a whole season saying we couldn't compete with the other teams in the division because they were full-time - and that was in a division one lower than where we are now.

I remembered it as beating Alloa away rather than Clyde and definitely more than a year without a win .... but it was over twenty years ago now.

Yeah. After the 1-0 against Dundee Utd we didn't win a game again for over a year; and two seasons later ended up bottom of the bottom division.

His kicking on pass-backs was okay though. It was his goal-kicks that were woeful.

Martin had one great save and several good ones. I agree about his kicking and I also thought he didn't dominate his penalty area enough. We looked very vulnerable at corners because he didn't come off his line. And he should have hoofed that ball instead of playing it to Frazer Wright (who is himself clearly carrying an injury) before the mistake at their third. And...... he takes an incredible number of drinks. Every stoppage (barring corners and free kicks in our half) he was sipping away at his bottle. Way better than Mark Brown though.

There was another one called (in tribute to Gare Clyde) The Gibbering Clairvoyant.