Ivo den Bieman

In fairness the vast majority of the Rangers fans on other forums are condeming his petted-lip, class-free antics. No doubt attempts will be made to claim that he shook hands behind closed doors. The baldy, sour grapes loser that he is.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Clement fizzing well played, County. Thoroughly deserved.

Decent result after a few stumbles in recent games.

Looking forward to seeing you utter wankers again next season for the revivial of the lower leagues' only Cat A game. My prediction: McIntyre will be sacked after a 0-1 home defeat to Stirling Albion in late January in front of barely 600 fans, with Arbroath treading water in 6th / 7th. The appointment after him will be crucial in trying to turn around the club in a positive direction or frankly crashing like a burning shuttlecock straight into the bottom tier. Mr Petrie will once again cold shoulder the siren calls of Mr Christison, who despite being armed with a box of smokies and the promise of a free service for Petrie's car at Keptie Motors, will be sent away with a noisy flea in his ear. A reminder that all threads next season will probably include the following: 1. both sets of fans to claim that the other's towns are famous for f**k all 2. both sets of fans to claim that the other's town is rife with drug abuse, sex work, unemployment, genetic defects caused by in-breeding, and high rates of illiteracy 3. accusations that the Monday after the game will involve the opposing sets of fans standing in pish-stained leisurewear outside the local Benefits Office; 4. terrible Green Street-style tik toks from the juvenile element cluttering up social media platforms like a virulent yellow starburst of digital acne; 5. Pompous statements from both boards on the deployment of "pyro" by away supports effecting precisely zero change in the deployment of "pyro" by both supports; 6. The picture of that obsese bleached blond galoot in suspiciously green swimming trunks running onto the pitch at Gayfield in 2011, knocking over our terrible Argentinian goalkeeper, being recycled; 7. Montrose fans to roar TIMOTHY FUCKIN CLAYPOLL as Mr Robert Linn is observed through a pair of opera glasses in the directors' box at Gayfield; 8. That picture of Arbroath goalkeeper Hinchliffe being dismissed in our cup tie in 1997, being cheerily waved off by the visiting support, as the Smokies crashed out of the cup at the hands of Lazy Mike McKenzie, being recycled We've so much to look forward to together, haven't we? Who will win the Tommy Campbell Memorial Quaich over our four games next season? I wish you a long and bitter marinade in the acid herbs of relegation this summer, and a sackful of cloggers from Berwick, East Stirling and Brechin City to be signed up for your new "squad". x (or maybe we all grew up since we were last in the same league, but somehow I doubt it).

They’re not interested as far as I know. Too big a step & not willing to risk the future of the club. Plus Aberdeen now has 2 teams in the national league and one very successful team in the Highland League. Is there room and support for a fourth team at HL or above? Doubt it.

Enjoy your night lads. Well deserved. A bit of a procession since Christmas time!

Lads you're six points clear with four games to go. Not sure what more Price could be doing at this stage, or what more you want. He may not be as popular a figure as Andy Kirk who was a very likeable guy, he may not get your side past East Kilbride in its present form. Time will tell. The job of the Brechin manager is to wion the league and make the play-off, it's a lottery after that. Hope City make it back anyway despite the current discontent being expressed by many.

Broadbridge Heath 2-3 Cray Valley Paper Mills (H/T: 1-3) Last week Titograd, this week….Horsham. I’m back in London for Easter Weekend after my time in Montenegro. London is miserable as sin these days, winter clinging on with a bony grip like a 1950s Presbyterian Sunday. It’s been icy rain, sickly air, everyone whey-faced, pinched, stressed & underpaid. No idea who would choose to live here if they didn’t absolutely have to. I say this as someone who loved the London that was before it became a haven for property speculation & a neoliberal gulag. With that in mind I decided to get in the car & into cleaner air away from the big city. I ended up just north east of the Sussex Downs in Horsham, at a club I’d never heard of until a few days ago- Broadbridge Heath. The attraction was the visit of Cray Valley Paper Mills, who folk may remember from their great cup run earlier this season, ended by Charlton Athletic on TV, just before Christmas. This was an encounter in the Isthmian League South-East Division, the eighth tier of English football. Both these teams are upwardly mobile former amateur teams. Broadbridge’s ground is weirdly at the bottom of a Tesco car park, behind a leisure centre. It’s surrounded by a wooden fence, with a big club house and a small stand holding maybe 70-80 opposite. No one was in it today, as it was in the shade, and it was warm & pleasant in the sun. A crowd of 180-200 watched the game, old buffers with dogs, a noisy little knot of 30-40 visiting fans from Eltham, wee boys playing their own games of 3 & in. Broadbridge were founded as a veterans’ team after the Great War; Cray Valley were the works team of a Paper Mill that shut down around the same time as the last episode of The Sweeney. Cray are locked in a deathmatch for the title with Ramsgate, whilst Broadbridge are puffing away contentedly in mid-table. This was a fiercely contested game played at full throttle. The away support was left chafing when Broadbridge scored after just 3 minutes, the ball slotted home after some deft passing in the visitors penalty area. Indeed Cray started the game as though they’d spent a long Good Friday on the piss. Broadbridge could and should have had a second early on, another shot flashing narrowly wide. FUCKIN ‘ELL, remarked Cray’s match photographer. FACKIN STEP UP barked Cray’s terrifying no.6, a man called Palmer, who looked like one of the minor characters in Rise of the Footsoldier. Slowly the visitors began to pull themselves together from this slipshod and pisspoor opening, and levelled after 20 minutes. It was goal of the season material, a ripsnorting right foot volley from fully twenty five yards that warped the roof of the net, threatening to wrench it from its stanchion. Right back Barney Williams was the scorer and its worth a look if highlights make it to youtube. After that Broadbridge, who had started so impressively, fell apart for the remainder of the half. Winger Kyrrell Lisbie- Kevin Lisbie’s son- was playing really well down the Cray left and has an array of tricks and step overs. Broadbridge were pushed further back and fell behind on the half hour when Palmer’s enormous cro-magnon forehead met the ball perfectly from a corner, seven yards out. The ball hissed into the net. 2-1. 2-1 became 3-1 when the home keeper parried a nasty shot straight into the path of the on- rushing Lisbie. Cray had chances to stretch further ahead and arguably could have had another before half-time. Second half was much closer. Cray started off positively but Broadbridge got a foothold on the hour mark. Awarded a free kick 25 yards out, to the right of the penalty spot, a Ronald Koeman-type free kick whistled past Ovenden’s outstretched left glove and into the top corner, another terrific strike. Broadbridge kept pressing and won a series of corners but unfortunately the delivery was reliably abysmal. Cray, tiring, began to try and keep the ball in the opponents corners and rang the changes, using all their subs. In one of these moves Lisbie was sent crashing by a Lochee Harp-style clumsy challenge and the ref pointed immediately to the spot. A golden chance to finish the game, but Doughty’s penalty was a poor trundler saved smartly to his left by the young home keeper. Heart in mouth moment when Broadbridge won a free kick in virtually the same place from which they had scored. Again it was a beauty, heading in, but this time big Ovenden got across at full stretch to palm the ball away to safety. The resulting corner drifted out pitifully. In the end Cray will take the points however they come when things are so close in the title race, but they made heavy weather, unnecessarily, of this game. Coach Steve McKimm will be concerned about how poorly they started and a lacklustre second half. As for Broadbridge, they’re a hardworking physical side who will take a lot of good things from a decent performance against one of the division’s front-runners. The big title decider is a week on Saturday down at Ramsgate when the shoot out between first and second will likely decide the title. I’m a a wee bit gutted I’ll miss that actually, Ramsgate are well supported and the crowd should be in the 1500-2000 region. Both title contenders are at home on Easter Monday and Ramsgate will need to come through a tough match with the ‘Brickies’ of Sittingbourne, who are currently third. If I’m feeling adventurous & it’s a nice day I’ll head to that, if not will head either to Cray v Sevenoaks, Maidstone-Welling, or outside candidate Chatham v Kingstonian. Lastly, yes this is a diddy level- bottom half Highland League / top 6 Midland League at a guess, but if you can’t enjoy the twists & turns of a close title race like this one I guess football’s not for you. We’ll see how Monday goes.

I've been working in Montenegro for a few days. So today, I took in OFK Titograd v FK Drezga, a famous old name fallen on hard times versus village diddy team. It's international week so the big clubs here- Budućnost, Sutjeska Nikšić & co- all have the weekend off. Titograd play at the "Stari aerodrom" or Old Airfield stadium. There is a bigger grass pitch next door- it's part of a complex hosting the HQ of the Montenegrin FA and a training field for FK Budućnost, one of the two biggest teams in the country. Until recently Titograd were in the same league as Budućnost, but a calamitous double relegation around the time of Covid now sees them having to re-animate themselves in what is basically an amateur league- the third-tier Montenegrin Second League (Central). OFK Stands for Omladinski Fudbal Klub or youth football club, and Titograd have long been famous for bringing through good young players who go onto play for bigger teams. "Titograd" is how Podgorica was known during Yugoslav times, depsite Marshal Tito having no actual connection to the city. The game was played in a 3G cage with the only seating (letting the few spectators avoid having to watch the game through a chicken wire fence) a strange scaffolding poles and boards structure with about 20 seats in it. It's certainly one of the more bizarre and unusual structures I've watched a game from. The game kicked off at 10.40 this morning- early for Montenegro- and at peak the crowd stretched to about twenty, basically the Titograd chairman and a few cronies as far as I could make out. Needless to say it was free to get in- whoever could be arsed making the effort was welcome. The game itself was decent. The Titograd players all seem to be 18-23 and are very comfortable on the ball. Drezga meanwhile had some towering ogres at the back and up front- their no. 6 was huge but about as mobile as dump truck, however he held the ball up well. They came to frustrate the home team and did that job very well for almost the entire first half. Indeed they should have been in front but their no. 6 effected a miserable sclaff from a brilliant position, with the goalkeeper toiling. The stand out players for the home team were the wee Japanese central midfielder, Takuto Hamazaki, and the no. 10, Matija Gardašević. Takuto is tiny- about 5' 3"- but can stand up for himself physically and can see a pass really well. There are quite a few Japanese players in Montenegro- there is a link through FK "Adria" who offer an opportunity for young guys from Japan to come and play in a European league. Unfortunately Adria seem to be "in abeyance" presently and the Japanese players are scattered around other clubs at this level. A lot of Titograd's opportunities came through Takuto's promptings from the middle of the park. Gradašević finally opened the scoring a few minutes before half time after the visitors uncharacteristically over-committed themselves going forward- a neat breakaway pass saw him roll the ball under the keeper from about 14 yards out. There was a suspicion of offside and one of the Drezga defenders was a seething mess that it wasn't given, but 1-0 at half time. Drezga gave as good as they got and should have equalised from a corner about ten minutes into the second half. The Titograd defence fell asleep and a header from six yards flashed just the wrong side of the post. It may have made for a better game had that gone in and if there were any Drezga fans there- there weren't- they'd have felt they deserved something from the game for their effort overall. As it was Titograd wrapped things up with a close range finish from about nine yards after great work down the right from winger Luka Lakušić, who beat two or three players and centred the ball for the substitute Kljajević to push past Maraš in the Drezga goal. The visitors slumped to the astro; they knew the game was gone at that point and it played out routinely. Not a bad game. Titograd are battling it out at the top of the league with another formerly big name fallen on hard times, FK Zeta. Titograd's win briefly took them to the top of the table but Zeta resumed the leadership this afternoon with a thumping 5-1 demolition of FK Zabjelo, a fan-run team with a big following. That was a three o'clock kick off but I'd had my football fill for the day and I'm not a groundhopper, so in the end couldn't be arsed. Next time however I will go and see Zabjelo- a suburb to the south west of Podgorica- when they are at home. They seem a great fan-run club and offer a lot of opportunities for the community to get involved in the game regardless of ability or result. Titograd are a good side to watch but football is eerie without any kind of crowd. I didn't go to Zeta as it's quite far away and I'd rather see Zabjelo in a home game. Zabjelo are the "best of the rest" in the league, sitting fourth but with zero chance of worrying the top three. My feeling is Zeta will hold off Titograd's challenge and return to the second tier. Photos: Montenegro FA HQ; Titograd clubhouse; the "stand"; Titograd, in red, celebrate the opener whilst the linesman gets it tight from the Drezga players; tonight's league table.

What a cracking result and presumably performance, sad to have missed that today. I was really underwhelmed by Cove versus Annan a few weeks back but I think everyone expected a much harder game than this seems to have been. Great credit again to the players & the staff. We seem to have hit really good form at exactly the right time.

A relief for the fans at least

The late 80s- duking it out with East Stirlingshire at the bottom of the old second division- probably worse, but that’s going back a long way now.

What an absolute shambles of a club I will laugh long and hard if Lennon is next out of Dave Cormack’s failed manager tombola.

Yep two really good semi-finals and hard to predict, if it goes to form should be Linfield v Larne in the final, but you never know.

It was certainly for the keeper. Typing on phones is shit on the whole