The Falkirk hole ain't got no soul, it's made up of plastic stands. You find it out on the edge of town, down by the chemical stacks wearing a frown. The fans trudge there on match days, bent and grey and old, Brockville no more ....their spiritual history bargained then sold. They've never left a game listening to Jimmy Shand and they've only got a pishy 3 stands. They do however love when the big teams bring their stars, and a prime example is the mighty Pars. The games are one sided and the Falkirk are dire but look at the Pars and you all can aspire.