Problems

Just came back from the pub having watched the footie (note, Ardeelee, footie means soccer) and, while I'd maybe have liked to have said I was stunned, I'm not. The simple reason being that today's drubbing from the 'Well was coming for some time. We have been dreadful in recent weeks - slogged it against Hearts, slogged it against Aberdeen and Hibs. On the whole, I don't exaggerate when I say that I think our team is the worst since the Liam Brady days. Yes, they are all quality players - or, to be more precise, HAVE BEEN quality players. And O'Neil's tactics today were a disgrace - assuming, of course, that the players followed advice which must have gone along the lines of: "Right lads, our strength over recent seasons has been our forward play and our huge weakness has been at the back, so.....get a goal and forget about attacking and just let our very aged and slow defenders handle the young nippy opposition." What a fucking wanker!
I'm angry, very angry indeed. Not at Rangers, not at Motherwell and not, as some moronic Celtic fans might be, at refereee Hugh Dallas. I'm only angry at Celtic. We were dreadful today, we have been dreadful for some weeks and, in fact, we have been dreadful all season. Story over!
So, I come home and what do I do to cheer me up? The only thing that cheers me up when I'm pissed off - and, in fact the only thing which I put on when I'm on a high: Never Mind The Bollocks, from which the title of this post comes.