Dirty Sanchez

Wonder if that fat c**t pictured leaving managed to catch the two goals.

I can't decide what would be worse between the arguing being contrived, or it actually being genuine.

Luckily when you zoom in, the imagery vastly improves.

I remember at the friendly v Northern Ireland in the early 90s, the stadium announcer at Hampden kept referring to them as "Ireland" and their fans were get angrier and angrier about it as the night went on.

Chat GPT could surely do a better job presenting Sportsound than Kenny Mac.

I'm fairly certain I spotted Elvis on the touchline during the warm up with his nose and mouth covered up.

Was saying at 1-0 that we could really do with a second before half time because one wouldn't be enough to get us through the second half.

Very sporting of our lads to launch their ticker tape for the Killie team coming out of the tunnel by themselves.

I was taking in Ocean Colour Scene and Babybird on The Mound that night. The crushing was pretty sketchy and put an end to the non-ticketed free-for-all that it had been.

Found myself down a Douglas Park cul-de-sac on Canmore and Google Maps earlier. I remember walking down a lane to get from the street to the terracing entrance. Don't recall if there was a separate lane for home and away fans. This one seems too close to the home section.

It seems so from these Canmore images. https://canmore.org.uk/collection/1676967

Yes, I noticed you'd red dotted that. To be clear, there's some Aberdeen fans smugly lording it over us for 90+ minutes. It all blows up in their face and we get to lord it over the specific individuals who had been doing it, as happens in football. Some of them respond by asking us outside for a fight from 50 yards away, in another stand. Not entirely sure what you're Ricky Gervaising at.

I thought McMenamin's contribution was encouraging today. Good to see him back, looking lively.

Have the Irony Police finished their inquiries amid claims of cheating in an incident involving Miovski, where he actually wasn't the one who was cheating for a change. The erstwhile famous spent the next five minutes seething, crying about it, then booed the ref off like a shit pantomime audience, including a comical increase in the volume of booing as he reached the tunnel. I then take a look a Pie and Bovril at half time and the first thing I read is some fucking loon wittering about angry St Mirren fans.

Looks like that weird gimp who got ejected at half time for inexplicably invading the pitch made the right call in getting to f**k out of there.

I've got to say, I haven't had so much fun literally pointing and laughing right into the whites of the eyes of opposition fans, and been challenged to a fight outside by so many nonentities half my size since the time we scored a stoppage time equaliser at Ibrox the year Rangers went bust. I thought it was us who were meant to be angry. A sincere thanks to everyone who contributed to making that moment possible. It's what makes it all worthwhile.

Big Boydy more seething than any of us.

St Mirren waited decades for a game at Montrose, then we got one this season and they beat us. I think that and Spartans (old ground) are all I can come up with. With very few exceptions we've also managed to both win and lose by at least three goals to every team we've ever shared a league with while I've been watching, which just about sums it all up.

I noticed a traffic warden out spreading good tidings in Feegie Park Avenue just before kickoff. Commiserations to anyone affected by her services.

"That's as bad as the Arsenal goalkeeper," really deserves to have been used more off the back of that. e.g. "Oh...the humanity....That's as bad as the Arsenal goalkeeper".

I walked through these guys while they were looking for Dundee fans after the recent game. What struck me was that there were actually some older, fairly formidable looking characters amongst them, in contrast to the type of guys you'd normally expect to see in these groups.

Our finishing is unreal. It was like there was an invisible force field keeping the ball away from Livingston's goals. I was philosophical about it long before the end. It was bordering on comedy.