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As a Motherwell fan I am positively tumescent at the though of our Champions League adventure this year. However if the result of all this instiutional corruption and gerrymandering is having all the teams punted our of Europe by UEFA then so be it. That's what you get for not playing by the rules. Fat Boy Traynor said he's fed up hearing about sporting integrity. You know what? I agree. It's even simpler than that, it's *sport*. If you make decisions based on the 'product' or what's right for 'going forward' then it's not a sport, at best it's an entertainment, at worst it's just plain embarrassing. Well I grew out of Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks a long time ago, and I can grow out of fixed Scottish football too.
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My apologies, I can't remember who said it, but a few days ago someone posted that the next few days was going to see a torrent of propaganda aimed at getting Sevco 5088 into division one at least, and the SPL if at all possible. Well it seems they were correct, we've had a torrent of scare stories from the MSM aimed at terrifying us all into believing that without Sevco 5088 then armageddon is here. I *hope* that I'm right when I say, keep the faith it's all a bluff, because if it's not then I've just lost one of the loves of my life: Motherwell FC and Scottish football in general. Vote them back into the SPL or division one and that's it, you won't see me again. That's not a threat, it's a statement of fact said with a heavy, but resolute heart.
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Chic and Fat Boy Slim have shown themselves to be true Dinosaurs in all of this. Their days are gone, no more easy pickings from the table of David Murray and no more 'exclusives' on Rangers latest wunderkid target that are merely a work of fiction to please the Uruk-Hai. Their resistance to a rapidly changing environment will see them dwindle to extinction, oblivious to the transformation going on all around them. Your days are over gentlemen. That bright light in the sky isn't the good old days about to return, it the asteroid that's going to wipe you out. And on a personal note, might I please add: Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out. Love, The Diddies