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!

Sir James of Calderwood - Not a Homecoming

So the man with the infamous Glasgow "patter" returns to Pittodrie on Saturday in charge of Kilmarnock.

After all his posturing for a "bigger" job, it has finally dawned on Jimmy Calderwood that the Aberdeen job was the biggest he'll ever have in football.  He's still droning on in the press that he can't understand why he got the sack from the Dons.  Let me explain Jimmy.

Yes, you stabilised the club at a time of complete turmoil.  However your mates in the Central Belt press over-egged your reputation to a nonsensical degree.  The rubbish that was spouted about your attacking play defies belief.  The football was mind numbingly boring.  In the whole time you were in charge I think I enjoyed the following games:

Dundee United 2-0 win at Pittodrie.
Dundee United 3-2 win at Tannadice in the Cup.
The wins at Pittodrie against your beloved Rangers.
The UEFA Cup game against Copenhagen (I was ill and couldn't attend Bayern Munich).
Celtic 4-2 win at Pittodrie.

I cannot and will not forgive you for the pain inflicted in the Cup defeats to Queens Park, Dunfermline and above all Queen of the South,

Queen of the Fucking South James.  At Hampden.  In a semi final.  All you had to do was calm the team down for 10 minutes after we'd equalised, pass it around a bit, take the sting out of the game and all would have been well.  Basic managerial stuff.  But you let us get sucked into a ding dong cup game.  Great for the neutral.  Soul destroying for a fan.  With an out on their feet Rangers waiting in the Final.  Clueless.

I hated the way you "matched up" your teams to whoever we played, let it be Munich or Montrose.

I hated the way you attacked Aberdonians for being soft and mollycoddled.

I hated the way you went on endlessly about your Rangers connections and your dad drinking in the Govan Bowling Club.

I hated the way you endlessly touted yourself for a new job, trying to use my club as a stepping stone, especially when taking the credit for a win. 

But always blamed the players when we lost.

I hated the way you sucked up to other teams and their players, "Big Lee", "Wee Barry", "Coisty" etc etc etc

I hated the way you name dropped.

So what to do on Saturday when you roll up the touchline at Pittodrie.  I know you'll be dying to get a poor reception.  This will allow you and your chums in the Glasgow press to go after Dons fans again. 

So I won't give you the satisfaction.  I'll do what I do with every other opposing manager.  I'll ignore you. 

And hope to God the Dons get three points.  Or we'll never hear the end of it.

Music tonight from American Rockers Train with Drops of Jupiter.  Sublime.