Porteous is actually the victim here rapidly growing into poor Alfie Morelos and Rangers*esque levels of hysterical bad faith arguments from the Hibernians. Sad to see.
Going down to 10 before half time and having the break to regroup and reorganise makes the second half performance a sacking offence.
If it had happened in the second half and we had then gone to pieces, it would have been bad but understandable. The fact he had the break to rally the troops and sent out what appeared to be strangers who got a "playing football experience" voucher for Christmas was fucking outrageous.
Take nothing away from Hibs (sorry this phrase is mandatory in football) but they are rank. And we let them waltz through us, and when a long pass wasn't on to clear the lines we just fucking gave them it to them on the half way anyway. Mental.
If hibs weren't also atrocious that would have been double figures.
That being said I did have a fairly decent lunch and as it turns out, a helpful quanity of well served liquid anaesthetic from some of the myriad of hospitality options Edinburgh has to offer. So well done for that. But objectively Hibs embarrassed themselves today by not making what wad a bad day out for us into an era defining humiliation that would be talked about for decades. It really was that bad.
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The correct response for this is teams of 5 with a flask, sandwiches, an optional tent or folding chair and a single section of temporary barrier to establish erroneous queues all across the city.
As someone in the tiny tiny minority who actually uses LinkedIn for actual work, I would shit myself* with joy if someone did this.
*I make no commitment to actually shitting myself, this is hyperbole.
The only thing Tom Harris cares about and boy does he care, is getting his political career crushed, burned and scattered to the four winds by Stewart MacDonald (SNP) in 2015. You could plug a couple of wee electrodes into the industrially bitter wee shite and power a medium sized digital clock.
Nah he actually flew apaches in Afghanistan and did a tour as Joint Terminal Air Controller.
Leave aside the shocking imperial pr connotations of sending a Prince to shoot at tribesmen from his modern cavalry horse, he probably definitely earned most of his service gongs and so did the Pronce.
The Royal Yacht Britania could never be called a Superyacht? Dear me no, a frankly workaday, perfectly ordinary and frugal triple masted, 6000 ton, 250 guest capacity "Floating Palace*"
c***s.
*Source the Royal yYacht Brittanias official website.