Peil

Complaint into the club tonight. Tonight is without a doubt the worst experience I've had in a football ground in the UK in terms of being struck by food and other items, and zero help from any stewards. For the entire of the second half Ireland were thrown towards the front of the terrace and the goalmouth by the young "supporters" towards the rear of the SRE. I was struck repeatedly, as were others, and when a complaint was made to the steward I was told "what do you want me to do?" I asked repeatedly for a senior steward or supervisor to attend, to be told no-one was available, and when I asked what do you intend to do to stop this I was invited to "f**k off" After the game I approached another steward outside, short with a beard and training top underneath his hi vis and asked where I could make a complaint. Again I was told it was the " young wans" and there was nothing they should do. I've attended games across the UK, Millwall and Cardiff away with Sunderland, high profile, "high risk" games and never got the objects thrown or piss poor attitude from stewards. I asking with others, have left the ground tonight covered in food debris with nothing from the club but a shrug. Why on earth should I renew a season ticket for that?

Next season's in good hands lads, they have TOP men on it

My auld man lives down at Southerness, and they were burning cows carcasses in a field beside the road. Still gives me a shudder when i drive by

"He believes the posts cause more damage to the ground as they are more solid and could prove a danger to motorists, because they are closer to the road. " Well if they stay on the road they'll be fine then, no like they'll jump oot

he said Rugby parts, no Rugby Park

Agile innit

Not even a finisher of "get tae f**k" Poor effort

It's a pretty low bar from what I've seen. Hope you get something sorted out somehow.

Fell out with my brother in the early 2000's. I was still living in my parents house, he'd moved in with a lassie in Auchinleck, and every now and then he'd come down, let himself in and dip whatever money i'd lying about. Had a word a few times about if he needed help to ask first, but to no avail. Finally told him to get tae when Iw as in teh kitchen one day and him and his burd were in the living room, and she was asking him to ask me for money for fags "he's working, ask him" I moved to Clydebank, neither of us spoke much, at most I'd get a text the night before Mothers day asking if i'd stick his name on a card - always seemed to be permaskint, while his burd sat on her arse and popped out a couple of weans. Bumped into him at a family funeral, eventually got a story out of him that she'd been shagging around behind his back while he was sat in with the weans, and everyone inc her family knew. Fast forward a few months, she's kicked him oot, told him he's never seeing the weans and he done himself. Funeral comes and goes, and she's on wanting money out my mum and dad for the weans - she'd been doon the social claiming bereavement for him, never put a penny in for the cremation, then started kicking off cos a tax rebate of a couple of hundred quid was going to my Dad as next of kin. "Ah wis taking the weans tae Butlins wi that money" was the line iirc. Till she died my Mother sent them birthday and Xmas cards with money in, never a word from them. My daughter eventually reached out to one of the kids online and found out they never got them, they'd been told their grandparents never wanted to see them etc. Seriously doubt they'll ever see my Dad again before he goes.

I used to live in a flat 13 up in Dalmuir. Old fella next door was lonely, but also a bit creepy. There was one occasion he pulled my then 6 yr old son into his flat to see a scalectrix track he had setup, while i was out at the bin. I had no idea where he'd gone till his wee sister said he'd went away with the guy next door. He also tried passing on toys and stuff, but only when he heard the kids were over. Like I said, just no right. Never had any visitors that I could tell, but I was on shifts at the time so a lot of the time it was out to work, home to sleep, kept myself to myself. One day I'm putting stuff out to the bin and his front doors lying open and some guy and lassie are binning stuff. Guy asks if I live next door, and when I say aye he starts going off his trolley about how the auld boy had died and I hadn't checked. Telt him I took nothing to do with him, what had happened with my wean and if he was that interested why had I never seen him (this guy) in the 3 years previously.

Morten going with a brave and bold new direction

I'm with this man, I refuse to eat a fried scab

Set of these yer wanting Last seen in 1984 on a fiat strada

'Scotty' thank you very much

Circus in the carpark Clowns on the pitch

I'll agree with you on that one. It'll just make Shatner eating the scenery all the more jarring

As the second half dragged in, I found myself more and more drawn to the wee group outside who seemed to be getting pretty wound up by everything and nothing. You've got Scotland's largest city on your doorstep, and you'd rather stand on a footpath going yer dinger at a game you're not even at.

McGinty didn't have the wrist strap first half did he?

Got to admire the weirdness of wearing a massive Thistle scarf to watch the game from outside

How the hell does Tom English even consider Clemente as a potential manager of the season?

I might go back home

I'm fat and nudging 50 and about as likely to score

Got a nice space right across from the ground. Might take a walk up and explore the delights of Bammy Beveages

And yet some bugger wins the lottery most weeks

That was awful