Wilky1878

Only a year or so ago we were called mini Celtic because of a bit of a programme mishap now we are *** sympathisers. At least we like to keep our options open I guess...

Full time team sitting above a part time team in the league. Shocker that eh...

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I'd rather they were relegated and we were promoted tbh

Lololol.

I wouldn't say the 12 team system is the worst system but I think looking below it their needs to be a change from the three 10 team leagues at least. I'm not saying I don't like the 10 team league (further up the thread I spoke about a 16-16-10 setup) I just don't think the three 10s in a row are working very well atm.

I don't think resetting points to 0 would be the ideal solution for Scottish football, but I also don't think the middle 8 would work without resetting points, I was just looking at it and seen the positive of less OF dominance within that system. Aren't there a few leagues around the world that have their normal season then a "play-offs" to decide the league winner? "Less stale fixtures" was maybe the wrong term and I completely worded that part wrong I think. I was more aiming towards the playing teams 4 times a season (or more including cups). I go to most games usually (missed a few this season tbf) but I'd imagine if I had to pick and choose my games I'd be more likely to attend if it was a case of only playing the team away once and having a more variety of teams. As it stands just now if I were to look at say Livi away at the start of the season I could decide just to sack it as we would be playing them away later in the season anyway whereas if we play them away only once a season I would be more inclined to bite the bullet and go.

Then realised that wasn't going to happen and settled for the only offer left on the table?

A man walks into a pet shop and says to the owner. "Ok I want to buy a pet, but I don't want a boring normal pet, no cats, or dogs or budgies I want something different." The pet shop owner informs him that he has a talking centipede. "Really?" says the man "How much?" The owner informs him that the talking centipede is 50. Happy with the unusual offering the man pays the money and takes his new pet home. On getting home he lays the match box with the centipede in it on the table, opens it and says, "Alright mate, fancy going for a pint" The centipede says nothing and turns back into his matchbox. Figuring it must be tired from the journey he decides to leave it for an hour and try again later. An hour later he opens the match box and says "Alright mate, fancy going for a pint?" The centipede again says nothing. Starting to get suspicious the man decides he will give it one more hour, and if the centipede doesn't talk he will take it back to the shop for a refund. An hour later the man opens the match box and says "Alright mate, fancy going to the pub for a pint" The centipede says "I heard you the first fucking time! I'm putting my shoes on!"

Stick yer B teams where the sun doesn't shine In reference to the 12-12-18 system that's being brought back up I hated it first time round but I would be lying if I said it wasn't growing on me. Tbh, I'm still not sure it's Scotlands best choice but I've been thinking of the potential benefits and there's a lot more than I noticed the first time around. One being that for the system to make sense (in the middle 8 at least) the leagues would need to reset all points to 0 as opposed to the current premiership split where points gained pre split still count towards the total points tally for the season. This for me makes me think we can ditch the traditional OF dominance of the Scottish game (Celtic dominance for the past few years) as teams such as Aberdeen and Hearts (Rangers too this season) could be looking at hitting form at the right time just after the split to make a title push. As it stands any club would have to be at their absolute best plus a little more to push for the title from Celtic whereas in the 12-12-18 system they'd only have to hit their best form after the split and would just need to keep themselves within the top 8 throughout the regular season to win the title. For teams that usually finish top half of second tier/bottom half of first tier it would provide different opposition after the split which would go a way of helping the stale fixture list often complained about in Scotland which should realistically also help raise bums on seats. Similarly to the above point a third tier of 18 would mean teams play each other less resulting in less stale fixtures and higher attendances potentially. Looking at expanding the pyramid system a lot of complaints from sceptics is the current 4th tier and how it isn't lucrative and they'd like to see less national tiers which would be included in this system. Also worth noting that once a team has been promoted to national leagues then one more promotion would be needed to potentially face tier 1 clubs in league fixtures (by finishing in that middle 8 split). Losing promotion/relegation play offs does worry me though and could potentially mean no teams promoted or relegated from tier 1 if the bottom 4 of tier 1 finish top 4 of the middle 8.

The Mrs told me to stop singing wonderwall all day every day. I said maybe...

This games been a total clusterfuck so far

His first game for us was off the bench vs Albion Rovers where he came on looked decent, chipped in with a goal but did look like he was needing some sharpness about him. After that he never really kicked on and couldn't win a place in our first team and never really got much game time. I think the potential is there for him and he just needs a team with the right fit for him.

A man wakes up in a dirty slum with no memory of how he got there. He wanders around aimlessly before he finds even one person who will talk to him. Some ratty beggar on the street turns out to be nice enough to explain where he is. "You're in the afterlife!" he tells the man, "But you must have been a real shithead when you were alive, because this is the fourth ring, and only the worst people come here." All of a sudden, a siren goes off, one of those air-raid things. The man is terrified but the beggar gets up calmly and leads him to a big, dilapidated warehouse where thousands of other similarly unkempt souls are gathering. When the man asks why they're all here, the beggar points to a line of folding tables against the wall. Each table has some moldy bread, cups of dingy water, and some bowls of broth so thin they could have just run out of cups. Only then does the man realize how hungry he is. A guard in heavy body armor blows a whistle and all the people arrange themselves into three lines. The beggar is helpful enough to explain them for the man. "That one's the bread line, that's the broth line, and that's the water line. All the food here is free, but if you want to get out of this maggot hole, you've got to work, because the gate guards into the third ring ask five hundred dollars to get through. I've heard the food is better there." So the man gets his food. It's abominable, and right then and there, he vows to make five hundred dollars and get into the third ring. Unfortunately for him, very few people need work in the afterlife, especially when all of them are saving up to emigrate. Even still, after ten years of hard work, eating the moldy bread and indistinguishable soup and water, he finally saves up enough money. The guards let him through and he finds himself in the third ring. It's nothing too fancy, if anything, it's a bit below average for a real city, but to his eyes it is paradise. All the guards look much friendlier, and the houses and buildings, while not spacious or lavish, are at least up to code. And to his surprise, he runs right into a familiar former beggar as he crosses the street. "What are the odds?" they both ask and they get to conversing. The beggar, it turns out, only managed to make it in himself a few months back. Their conversation is interrupted, however, by what sounds like a school bell. When the man seems confused, the beggar leads him to what looks like a giant gymnasium. Here, people are gathering once again, and the man begins to understand. On a line of folding tables against one wall are stacks of hot dogs, big bowls of salad, and solo cups full of fresh lemonade. A cop shouts for everyone's attention and directs them all to stand in three lines. The beggar smiles at the man's wonder and points to each line in turn. "That's the hot dog line, that's the salad line, and that's the lemonade line." The man gets in each line in turn and gets himself his lunch. While he's eating, basking in joy at not being stuck with old bread and water, the beggar encourages him, "The best part is, halfway through the year, they switch from hot dogs, salad, and lemonade to chicken, chili, and hot chocolate. You can never get tired of it!" Sadly, this proved not to be true. After only a few days, the man did again get tired of the same meal every day. But he knew firsthand that he could change his lot, so one day he went up to the wall of the second circle. This time the guards were asking for ten thousand dollars. Well, the man didn't like it, but he figured he had his whole afterlife ahead of him now that he was out of the fourth circle, and he could certainly take some time to save up. After ten years of hard work, it wasn't too difficult for him to keep up the work ethic, and only twenty years later, he went back to the guards of the second ring with the money in hand. He went through the gate and found himself in a glittering, clean city full of glass and steel. And wouldn't you know it, but there, standing across the street was the same beggar, only now he was wearing a well-fitted suit. The man greeted the beggar as an old friend and they started talking again. Once again, their conversation was interrupted, only this time it was by beautiful church bells. "Come," the beggar told him, "I'll take you to the evening meal." So the man followed and they entered a glamorous ballroom filled with beautiful attendees. Even the cops here looked good, dressed in suits and sunglasses like bodyguards. And sure enough, piled onto platters on huge mahogany tables against the far wall were plates of steak, bowls of the most delicious seafood soups, and glasses of champagne. One of the bodyguards cleared his throat loudly and politely requested that the attendees line up. Three lines were formed and the beggar pointed each line out in turn. "That's the steak line, that's the soup line, and that's the champagne line," and then he added, "and apparently here, they change the meals FOUR times a year!" The man rejoiced, ate, and was happy, and for once felt that nothing was lacking. Four changes a year was enough for him. But one day, out of curiosity, he went up to the bodyguards that guarded the gate into the first and final ring of the afterlife and found they were asking for a million dollars to pass. Well the man was a bit disturbed by this, after all, the second ring seemed perfect to him. "What is it," he thought, "that could possibly be more wonderful than what I have here?" That question haunted him for weeks until he came to a conclusion. He was used to working hard and he had all of eternity to save up, so he wanted, just once to see what he could possibly be missing in the first ring. Fifty years later, he returned to the guards with a million dollars. When he stepped into the first ring he fell to his knees. The architecture was glorious and inhuman, and the bodyguard had turned into shining angels. To his surprise, someone helped him up off the street and when he looked, he realized he recognized who it was--it was the beggar he met in the fourth ring, adorned in a golden robe and glowing, and when he looked down at himself he realized he looked much the same. The beggar laughed jovially. "I got here only three years ago myself, but somehow I knew you would be right here behind me. I've come back to this gate every day waiting for you to make it in!" Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of angelic choirs and the beggar led the man off to a gigantic palace made of crystal and cloud. The room was filled with radiant citizens of the first circle and angels prepared everything. Sure enough, there was a line of massive altars against one wall, spilling over with glistening golden dragon meat, a pudding refined from clouds and dew and silk, and an ice cold tub of ambrosia and nectar ladled out individually into blindingly beautiful crystalline chalices. An angel fluttered from the ceiling and bowed silently to the assembled mass, who bowed respectfully back and then broke themselves into their lines on their own. Smiling at the tradition, the beggar pointed to the first line. "That's the line for the dragon meat," he said before turning to the next line, "and that's the line for angeldust stew," then he paused, confused. "What is it?" the man asked his old friend. The beggar replied, "There appears to be no punchline."

Why will you never see Satan in an Armani suit? The Devil Wears Prada

What do Pink Floyd and Princess Diana have in common? Their first big hit was the wall.

Did you hear about the thoughtful Scotsman who was heading out to the pub? He turned to his wee wife before leaving and said, 'Jackie - put your hat and coat on lassie.' She replied, 'Awe Iain that's nice - are you taking me to the pub with you?' 'Nah, I'm just switching the central heating off while I'm oot.'

Hurt my arm this mornin and had to go to hospital for an x-ray, as I was sitting waiting to be seen, the lad next to me says," Fair fae yer honest sonsieface! Great chieftain o' the puddin race!!" I was like, eh?!?!., I turned my head round to the the lady sat on my other side, she said, " ! Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!" , As I grabbed the next doc walking past I said, "here mate is this the psychiatric ward?" He says," no this is the burns unit!

Now there's a good question, Parry or Gallagher?

Problem being that Meggat I'd imagine if dropping to league 1 would want first team football and Calum Waters has been great this season.

Possibly so, but I'd imagine Jim Goodwin is also looking in that area. As with most seasons I'd imagine more clubs than not are after strikers though and it's a hard market to recruit in through January. If we're going to stick with 3 centre halves getting one in was probably a bit of a priority though aswell so we've recruited in one position we needed to and are probably biding our time to find the right striker that would be obtainable.

We've been playing three centre halves recently with Goodwin in centre half for a lot of it so it could be possible he's been brought in to take that third centre half spot. As someone has already mentioned I'd like to see more of Hoggan throughout the rest of the season but having another experienced player in our back line will hopefully be good.

Think Caddis biggest highlight for me was away to Raith Rovers when he was on loan at us. Came on as a sub and had been on the park for about 30 seconds when he got his first touches of the ball, next to no pressure on him and he dribbled straight out the pitch

Always got the feeling that his heart was never there. Ability wise I don't think he's very good especially considering he's played European football but league 2 is a bit of a jump from championship so may be OK.

Can confirm this rumour. Just seen him and Jim Goodwin at McDonald's having a meal and looked to be quite an important meeting going on.