Sweet Pete

Kilmarnock's relegation season is a great, painful and recent advert for what happens to a team who run with a goalkeeper who's not good enough.

Me. And Clarko. And our mates.

Let's not start a baseless conspiracy theory.

Merry Christmas folks

It does. Though they only have one terminal for the whole place and shite WiFi.

If it goes ahead the weather will be a great leveller. It'll be a slobberknocker.

It's absolutely chucking it down in lush and leafy G83 about 5 miles from Alcatraz.

That sounds like something a stinky poo face would say

Absolutely fantastic. I mean, Booooo! He'll no dae. Sack the board.

Well I tell you what, I'm a Trust member. I'll put my name forward when the time comes, or now if that's available.

Two can play at exaggeration. You say there's no engagement with fans anymore. I've done a lot of work for the club and seen the effort that a handful of people put in to keeping the lights on each day. And the club routinely contact fans with new products, schemes, ideas etc. The club is completely approachable. I, too, feel pissed off by the property speculators and ghosts at ownership/shareholder/boardroom level, but that doesn't mean that every time someone gets a burnt pie it's a symptom of the club being rotten to the core. I challenge you to wander down to the Rock and offer to clean seats, mop changing rooms, paint walls, empty bins etc. you'll find friendly people who are delighted to have someone pitch in and help them with the almost herculean task of running the place. Try and remember that Hosie/Henning/Alan Martin/Whoever are not DFC. They're just suited wankers, they're not the club. Pick the right target.

The same folk are ALWAYS moaning on here. It's tiresome. Take a look through my posting history and you'll see many posts criticizing the club in various ways, but only when I feel it's merited, not just whenever. Perfect example, I posted on here some time ago (last season I think) that one of the players had called me on my mobile and tried to sell me corporate sponsorship as I'm a local small business owner. I thought that was cool and bought an advertising board for my business. Someone whose name i forget but which rhymes with 'spoonster' then immediately replied "well that's an indication that the club isn't doing well and should have people for that and the players shouldn't be doing that". The club really can do no right in some eyes. I'd put it to you, why do you bother associating yourself with Dumbarton FC if they make you so unhappy? Even when they get things right. It's bizarre. Personally, I have real problems in my life and I reserve my whining for them. Football is a hobby, a leisure pursuit.

That's right, aye. That'll be me.

I've got no problem at all with the pricing of tickets, hospitality, parking et al. Milk the tie for all we can. There's a very small pool of Dumbarton fans to sell things to, so take advantage of the ****. And as for a "happy clap routine", maybe I'm just not a miserable c**t.

Bloody hell, Sons fans love a moan. "I'm not going, but the parking prices are a disgrace!" Damned if they do, damned if they don't. We could win every game 4 nil and there'd still be folk whining.

I reserve the right to be absolutely wrong and no-one is allowed to slag me off if we get beat.

Aye, a hiding.

Routine Sons win.

I'll be there. Looking forward to pumping them.

You've mixed me up with @mathematics

How very dare you?! I'm a svelte 15 stones I'll have you know. Which is perfect for someone 6' 2". You, on the other hand, are 5' and wear size 28 short jeans and size 3 docs.

I once had a crossbow pointed at me in Pappert.

The River Leven valley. Bonhill, Alexandria, Renton, Balloch and Jamestown.

He was excellent against Inverness and woeful against Rangers B. Responsible for 3 or 4 of the goals. He's young and has potential, but will blow hot and cold as all young players do. But due to his position his cold performances will stand out more. He'll definitely get some experience in the immediate term as he'll be thrown in while other options are explored. What's big fat Jamie Barclay up to these days?

At least he's no longer trying to pump my wife.