Loyalty and Respect

I've deliberately taken a few days since Aberdeen's debacle on Tuesday night before I blogged about it.  When emotions are raw you end up ranting and looking back at what you've written a few days later and think, "that's a load of shite I've written there". The anger has not abated so this will still be a rant I feel.

I'll start with the team.  They are a fucking disgrace.  A shower of overpaid, under performing shysters, cheats and sulkers.   They swan around the city thinking they are something special, only trying when the television cameras are in town in order to assist in their latest machinations to engineer a move away from the club.

These fuckwits seem to think they are bigger than a club with two European trophies to its name.  None of them are fit to wear the jersey, either because they are lazy (McDonald), under-performing (Kerr), in a comfort zone (Langfield, Foster) not good enough (Mackie, Young, Duff, Ifil, Grassi) or sulking (Aluko). This shower of shite can leave any time they like.  These bastards cannot get it into their pea brains that Aberdeen is the biggest club they will ever play for.  From here it is a one way ticket to oblivion.  It is all they deserve.

I exempt the youngsters (Paton, Fyvie, Pawlett) and the loan players (Paterson, MacLean).  Diamond is just back from injury and though limited, he gives 100% and should be captain.  Mulgrew has been our best "senior player" this season and was badly missed on Tuesday night. 

Mark McGhee is hurting.  Badly.  You can see it in his press conferences since the game.  He is also, quite rightly, angry.  He has been let down by the above mentioned retards.  Many of them are the old Manager's boys and have obviously not taken to Mark's style of management.  But instead of being professional and doing their job of work to the best of their ability they decide to sulk instead.  How many of us have had bosses we didn't like or respect?  But for your own pride you "got on with the job" (copyright one eyed money stealing Fife arsehole). 

McGhee's hands are tied behind his back, he has been left a "pig in a poke" with the runt of Calderwood's awful team, and no money to rectify it.  My only criticism of McGhee would be (and this is hindsight, always easier) that his own initial signings, following promising beginnings, have fell apart (Ifil, Grassi, Marshall).

Which brings me to the board.  Stewart Milne has overseen disaster after disaster at the club.  How a man who has ran such a successful business can make such a pig's ear of running a football club is beyond me.  I understand his wish to run it like a business, but he must know that starving a business of all spending power is ultimately futile, as you stagnate and die.  Unless there is a little speculating to accumulate in the close season, we are in for many more Raith Rovers results.  And where the fuck is Martin Gilbert and the rest of the invisible men?  And I include the "fan's representative" Chris Gavin in that.  Lord Lucan has made more appearances than he has over the past few years.

Willie Miller was a hero of mine as I grew up.  He seemed a colossus to a teenager watching him as he kept world class strikers at club and international level in his back pocket.  A gasp and shudder went through the crowd when we lost a goal.  Disbelief when he made a mistake.  I can't remember many mistakes on the pitch.  There's plenty now.  I applaud his work to get the youth system re-established.  But his work as the Director of Football is average at best and his six figure salary is looking very expensive.  His well publicised business problems outwith the Dons are a distraction and, much as it pains me to say it, he needs to consider his position.

And finally the fans.  What a bunch of fucking arseholes we have in our midst nowadays.  Screaming for the boss' head after half a season.  Spitting and throwing stuff at him.  Get over yourselves you dicks. This is the Sky generation's reaction.  Lose one game and hairy hands Keys is asking Jamie "tight trousers" Redknapp if the manager is under pressure.  No wonder it then filters into the cranially challenged that this is how you behave.   I swear there were people there on Tuesday who wanted us to lose just so they could lose the plot.  I'd rather there were only 4,000 of us left in the stadium and these neanderthals just fucked off. 

The saddest thing is that if the club went to the wall tomorrow there's about 7,000 of us that would be bereft and wonder what in the world we were going to do on a Saturday from now on.

The rest of the City and Shire would read about, think "och that's a shame" and get on with their day. 

Loyalty and Respect - they died a long time ago, along with my football club's reputation.  And there's no one person to blame - all the above have played a part.

Music tonight, well after that depressing post I need cheering up - so here's some 80s Rock for you - Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again", get on You Tube and check the video - big hair, lovely ladies, Jags being driven, all good boys own stuff - enjoy!