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Doing things the right way: Part 1

Right back to where we were after we were right back to where we started from. Why were we ever worried again? 75 points, third highest points total in the Championship era, seven wins, two draws and only one defeat from our final ten games and the most enjoyable ending to a season since 2010. It now all looks like the skoosh that people predicted months before. Maybe January to mid-March was typical Championship fare with us grinding out results with the odd wobble in there. Thing is though, when United wobble they really fucking wobble. Or maybe the support wobble? Who knows. If we start at the point where the last blog finished which was after the Raith away game where we lost an early goal, worked our way back into the game, equalized then had most of the ball, without creating much, made subbies which weakened us (unlike them) then lost to a goal which the boy will never score again in his life the questions about Goodwin's ability to win 'big' games were very promine
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Just Business

In the words of the late, great Carl Weathers as Apollo Creed: "No duckin', no jiving, just business..." No fictional characters, no tales of high jinks in a foreign country, just a straight up moan. After last night where we dominated most of the game but still fucked it, I am thoroughly pissed off with United. There are several key questions: Has Jim Goodwin won a 'crunch' game for us since becoming manager? No is the simple answer. He lost his first game, lost every post split game, knocked out of all cups with a whimper and failed to beat Raith so far, our only realistic title challenger. It's just not good enough. As far as last night goes, Goodwin was right that we were better than we have been for the past month, but that is such a low bar, it really isn't something to brag about. We had loads of the ball but Wotherspoon apart, we really have no clear idea how to create anything. Why is our mentality so weak? When the boy needlessly upended Walton t

Round Pegs in Round Holes

Todays BBC Open University Equation: Round pegs + round holes = SUCCESS Well then, our leader Mark Ogren said if we went down it would be no big deal. Our rave-loving cheerleader Big G on the Dode Fox Podcast said we'd skoosh this league. I'll take big G's more informed prediction over Ogren's since he knows his football, almost as much as he knows his house music whilst Ogren was just clutching for straws to get supporters off his back. But they are both getting proved right I suppose which is the main thing. We shouldn't have doubted their wisdom. I was asked last month what I thought about United so far this season and said, "I'm happy enough with how it's going. Is it exciting stuff every week? No. But it's not terrible or boring either. It's like night and day from last season. The difference is he's got round pegs in round holes." Just to expand on that what I mean is on the park Jim Goodwin has assembled a TEAM. A team who appear

Give us your feckin money

Season 2022-23 Post Script We were brilliant against Alkmaar at home. I got pished in Holland. Some cunt stole my case. Every cunt played through us with ease because we had no defensive midfielder and no pace at the back. We got pumped 7-0 in Holland then 9-0 against Celtic but Ryan Edwards says the players never downed tools. The goalkeeper looks horrendous: incapable of even making bread and butter saves. The defence look petrified. The quickest he moves is to like a Joe Hart Instagram post after the 9-0 game. Although it's the other horrendous goalkeeper who is in goal for the ultimate humiliation. Imagine what would have happened if they players hadn't tried as hard as they did against Celtic? The club (aka Tony and Ogren) decided to side with the hard-working players and chose to empty Jack Ross despite my wife thinking his suit jacket and chino shorts combination looked magnificent (which it did). They also scoffed at suggestions that we were still at least two players s

The Multiverse of Shedness

All is well in St Andrews. It's great being here, those doubters and haters with their dinosaur-era, short-sighted views on how a football club should be run are 20 miles up the road. Flicking through Saturdays programme, I am heartened to see that we won 1-0 against Killie in the Scottish Cup.  "Trust the process." I say out loud. WWWOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly there's a blinding flash of light and I can't see for a minute. Slowly things start to clear and I realise I'm not in my office anymore. There's a mysterious figure in front of me. "Who are you? What are you doing here???? You're not from Companies House are you?" "I am The Watcher."   "You look like Dick Donnelly." "I am The Watcher." "Na, you definitely look like Dick Donnelly." "Aw right, I'm fucking Dick Donnelly then." "I'm..." "No names, I deal in actions, not people in the Multiverse." "W