Posted on Tuesday, 15th March 2011 by lordofthewing
In what may become a (ir)regular feature we take a look at our up-coming game against Inversenkie in our quest to win some Tin Pots.
To take the long trip north we had to dispose of the evil ones. In doing that we ensured that Walter Myth couldn’t equal our number of Scottish Cup wins, which surely would have saw some hacks (sic)do sex wee’s. We have a chance to put two wins between us and them. Plus a decent result at a tough venue will do the confidence good for the game on Sunday.
We have had to travel 340 miles twice in a few days. Today saw the team fly up to Inversenkie, which would have only been a chore for the players who wouldn’t have got their Ipods on before the plane was coming into land.
In Adam Rooney, Inversenkie have a player who has scored 13 goals in the league this season. He seems to have the attributes that trouble our backline in that he can run towards goal, pretty quick. He’s also ginger. Fucking always a danger that. Plus, under the lights, dodgy, small pitch all the makings of an upset.
We have a few suspensions that we will need to handle plus we are only a Rogne snapped elastic band away from Glenda getting striped. The prolific Mark Wilson, the man whose wonder strike got us into this round, is suspended as is the rejuvenated Scott Brown whose aimless energy has been replaced with purposeful headless chickenery. Ledley on the left with Commons on the right to compensate for Brown’s loss and Efrain Juarez will need to stop selling sandwiches as he gets a shift at right back.
Is there anything more ugly than the image below? A reason to hope that Inversenkie suffer plenty of woe.
When Butcher owned a pub close to where I lived, a younger me and some friends visited the boozer, someone did a sh*t in an ashtray and left it on the bar. That was ugly but had more brains than Ross Tokely.
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