Dirty Sanchez
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That Main Stand side linesman was so bad that I was almost feeling sorry for him at the end up.
The guy just didn't look right. He looked like he was shiting himself at times.
I'd love to know how many games he's done before this one. It was like a throwback to the days when they used to pull someone out of the crowd to run the line.
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They've been getting shocking crowds as well.
When I've spoken to Morton fans over the years, it's amazing how often their delusions of grandeur about their supposed massive support come to the surface. A laughable assertion that just doesn't stand up to scrutiny.
We haven't had average gates like the ones they're getting now since the 19th century.
And that's a fact.
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I'm surprised to find myself taking issue with something you've written there.
I witnessed one of the best attacking performances from any Saints team (up there with some of the swashbuckling Hendrie performances during the 1st Division winning season) under MacPherson when we blew Falkirk away at their ground to avoid the drop. It was 0-2 going on 0-6.
That was a fantastic performance, but one of the things that made it so noteable was that it was also exceptional. I conclude from this that Gus did have the tools (aherm) but all too often opted to play it safe. A key feature of that famous victory in Grangemouth, howver, was also the support. I have no doubt (and players confirmed this) that we, the support, drove the team on, and contributed to that result. Again, however, this was exceptional in many respects.
Funnily enough, it makes aspects of Gus' tenure all the more frustrating when many of us witnessed what was possible (the 4-0 defeat of Celtic is another example, albeit they were shambolic that evening). Gus didn't take chances often enough for my liking. He was a stubborn sod who created his own limitations at times, perhaps because that approach had served its purpose, but, in the end, it turned way too many people (myself included) off.
I'd love to think he was holding something back from us, but there's not enough evidence over seven years for me to give him the benefit of the doubt that he had some attacking ideas up his sleeve. The Falkirk game was majestic; a fantastic performance. The Celtic game had a wonderful outcome, but it was a freak result, where they dictated throughout until they went 0-2 down against the run of play, then adopted a daft, desperate formation that left them wide open at the back, and they ended up being lucky that it was only 4-0.
When I say he lacked ideas, I'm thinking about when we used to talk about how totally inept we were at set pieces. Jack Ross then had a discussion about set pieces on his radio show, where various players were comparing notes about how they train for them, and Jack revealed that we never practiced set pieces, ever, much to the surprise everyone else in the studio, but not to anyone who was watching Saints regularly.
I finally gave up at Fir Park, watching us toil to create anything against hopelessly relegated, and soon to be liquidated, Gretna.
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The seeds were sown for the failure to close out that League Cup Final years before it happened. It was symptomatic of the squad Gus had assembled, with no pace, no width, no guile and, most significantly, no sign of these glaring deficiencies ever being remedied, year after year.
We had no weapons with which to stretch (the late) Rangers when they were on the ropes, either in our personnel, or by virtue of the fact that Gus was, and has always been, completely devoid of any attacking ideas. Shockingly so. Stuffy, hard working performances can only take you so far, and there comes a time when you need some players and/or a system that gives the opposition something to think about, other than how far you can roll your sleeves up. We had neither.
However, if it is stuffy, hard working performances, with absolutely zero flair, but perhaps a bit of stability, that you're looking for, then...
Oh how we laughed as we drew 0-0 with the equally thrilling Clyde no fewer than four times in the same season.
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I had a rare glance at Pie & Bovril, where we're reliably informed by the Ross County fans that Derek Adams uses these bizarre rants to divert attention away from shite performances.
I'm afraid that doesn't explain why he launched into one such rant during the greatest moment in his club's history, when they'd just beaten Celtic at Hampden to reach the Scottish Cup Final.
That game was the early kick-off, and was on the radio when we were driving to Falkirk for another Gus relegation showdown. All Adams could do in his post match interview was drone on about how he had been sick of hearing all week that Celtic were going to win, and generally just wanted to get it right up everybody he could.
And there was me thinking that he might have been elated at the enormity of what they had just achieved, and want to spread a bit of joy.
He had been getting a lot of good publicity as an up and coming manager at the time, but I'd never heard him speak until then. It certainly set alarm bells ringing in my mind about the sort of guy Derek Adams is, and I bet a few potential employers were thinking the same thing.
The guy is a f*cking weirdo.
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According to twitter Derek Adams had a right go at Jim Goodwin after the match.
Maybe the arrogant wee arsehole should be looking a bit closer to home. Especially as Kettlewell could have been sent off for his persistent fouling along with Sproule and Saunders...
Although fair play to him for not setting off the fire alarm or calling in a bomb scare at 2-0.
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Loved it! And it made a great statement to the "crackdown on bigotry" its all good when u can say f**k the lotta them
However, I don't think there's any way back for 'If you're not a ***, and you're not a ***, you can be a buddie too.....'
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It also doesn't help your cause when some clown volunteers himself for a 'good foul/take-one-for-the-team' booking, when he's already on a yellow.
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I'm not sure what to make of Partick Thistle. Looking at their season, there's echoes of what was happening to us when Danny started the passing game. Lovely to watch, but where's the three points?
How many times did we dominate games, look great, but not get results? As close as we looked to being a right good side, in the end, you had to put our lack of results down to stuff that we weren't doing right, in amongst all of the good.
If dominating and not winning happens to you once or twice, you can justifiably put it down to bad luck, but when it becomes the theme of your season, your bad luck claims start to sound lame, and you'd be better looking for the underlying cause, instead of asking for 'the rub of the green', as Partick Thistle's manager did in his programme notes yesterday.
Sometimes it's not the 'rub of the green' that's required, it's 'Plan B'.
We strung 29 passes together, without Hearts touching the ball, in a cup tie at Tynecastle. And Hearts were in the draw for the next round.
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I remember a game against Dundee in the early 80s called off at Love St. Cammy Fraser had scored a volley into the top corner. A torrential downpour saw the game abandoned before half time & we won the replayed match 2-1!
The thing about that Dundee match is that it wasn't played in the depths of winter. I was the last home game of the season, in May. There can't have be too many other matches that have been abandoned in May.
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Who remembers the game we played in worse conditions at McDiarmid Park, when a St.Johnstone player landed face first in a big puddle of standing water, then actually started doing the breast stroke!
It should have been abandoned that day, but the ref just got on with it because it was the same for both sides, and it would have been unfair on the home side, who had built a commanding lead......
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I'll happily be corrected, but I think there's only ever been three seasons when we've kicked off with a draw and five defeats from the first six games.
This year with goal difference 2-12, 1938/39 with 3-13 and 1920-21 with 5-13, which means that this year is the worst start ever through six games.
Any sort of result in the next game would change the stat, though. There have been so many rank rotten seasons that even a draw would catapult us ahead of a few other first seven game fun-fests from the past.
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One for the stattos, when was the last time we had such a rank rotten start to a season?
Through six games, it looks like 1938/39, when we had the same record and goal difference, but had scored one goal more.
To be fair though, looking through all of this stuff, there have been loads of seasons that haven't been much better!
We'd already managed two 0-5 home defeats by this stage in 1966/67, with a 1-6 to come in the next home game.
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I can also recall Norrie McWhirter pinging a last minute free kick into the top corner, to break the hearts of the Soapdodgers at Love Street. I can still picture one of the Morton players kicking the ball away to f*ck in frustration.
It was the season between the West Terrace being demolished and the Caledonia Stand being built, so there was nothing behind the goal except for a makeshift car park. Some enterprising fans had parked a lorry there, and danced on its roof as they celebrated the double whammy of Norrie's late goal, and also the fact that they had just succeeded in watching a game for f*ck all from the roof of a lorry.
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Ian Cameron curling one into the bottom corner at the Love Street end against Falkirk, to make it 2-2 after we had been 0-2 down in 1987.
Not that we knew it at the time, but it turned out out be crucial come the end of the season, as Alex Smith helped introduce a new generation of Saints fans to the alien concept of a relegation battle, and Falkirk headed to the First Divsion.
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One thing I've noticed increasingly over the years at these places, and my list is below, is that the music playlist can be pretty dubious.
Back in the day at a Hard Rock Cafe you could be guaranteed to dine against a backdrop of hard rock music, or at least rock of some description.
As the brand has drifted more into corporate wasteland territory, I've seen the definition of rock music stretched a fair bit at a few places, including Edinburgh where I remember a Kylie Minogue track coming on the big screens, amidst a playlist that your granny would generally appreciate.
The word 'sanitised' was used above to compare the Hard Rock and the Solid Rock, and that is spot on.
Still, I'll take onion rings on the side, please.
New York, London, Paris, Amsterdam (both), Edinburgh, Dublin, Gran Canaria, Las Vegas (both), San Francisco, Los Angeles (both).
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Fair play to Darth Vader for turning out to lend his support on such a rotten day (bottom left).
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I was there a few months ago when they were setting up the spectator grandstands along the Embarcadero.
Even then there were hordes of environmentalists camping out every day protesting about the event going ahead there.
I tuned in the other night to have a look at it, and with the NZ boat in the water, ready to go, the (fed up getting pumped) Americans phoned up and shat out of it!
That was it. Racing cancelled or the day. Totally within the rules.
We should have done that before the Inverness game.
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There was a fair amount of boxing in the street after that game, and plently of niggle beforehand. Their fans were largely a shower of wankers.
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http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerhard_Fellner
The big Aussie was no laughing matter either, but he had nothing on Klaus Deitrich.
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There have been many.
An Austrian centre back springs to mind
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klaus_Dietrich
He was so so shite that his 45 minutes in a Saints jersey don't even register on his Wikipedia page.
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The goal was a left foot shot, diagonal across the box, in off the 'keeper's left hand post at the Caledonia Street end.
Probably.
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Did the manager not take that into consideration when he started with him? Desperation ?
Perhaps, but if he hadn't played him, Lennon would be getting pelters for leaving him out as well.
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I've also taken leave of my senses and am heading down tonight.
I'm looking for a repeat of 2005, when we had a Diddy Cup tie at Palmerston on transfer deadline day.
I was sitting in the car par of KFC in Dumfries when it came on the radio that we had signed Charlie Adam and John Sutton.
Adam came on as a sub, we won the tie, and went on to win the cup.
F*ck it, I'm heading straight for KFC to see if I can provoke fate to step in again.
Smfc-On This Day.....
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I had a free ticket for the West Enclosure that day, which saved me from paying (the then extortionate £7.50) for a Saints end ticket to witness our inevitable humping. I kept a poker face at the goal, but it was harder when Nigel Spackman tripped up Chic Charnley when the ball was 50 yards away, and the linesman blatantly turned his back on it. Rest In Piss Oldco.