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He and that fat mess Akinfenwa being on the cusp of Championship football sums up how much overpaid dogshite the EFL truly is. See also Lucas Akins and Clayton Donaldson's career arcs.

Can't wait to find out what job Stephen Stirling has landed himself in this endless chain reaction for Morton-Stranraer jobbers.

I found this part of the update surprising and would appreciate some greater clarity on where things are likely to stand between MCT and the club for the duration of the crisis. Was the funding removed because the club indicated that it had little need for it given the furlough scheme and other support measures being in place, or did MCT feel obliged to do so under the subscription terms that its members signed up to? Would MCT therefore be willing and/or able to reinstate its support and release these funds to the club, if requested, to help cover ongoing costs before first team football football resumes? I don't think that the scheme should act as a glorified ATM for the club whenever it wants ready cash but there is an obvious benefit to both parties in having as much flexibility as possible to respond to events right now.

Go back to playing with your crayons champ.

Not convinced that other teams will necessarily fall for the trap in our 'two left backs and no right back' formation tbh.

Paul Slane played for both Ayr United and Clyde and so automatically wins any most dung SPFL footballer award. Even his fellow traveller in the shite footballer/shite patter stakes Dean Keenan only managed the former.

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Good idea: perhaps they could put it all in a charity bucket until the day that they waltz down the QB and buy the club outright.

No it isn’t: once you follow King Snake you deserve all the failure you get.

That's not what the club statement says.

Well it would be surprising if it wasn't reeking of pish for a change. Re: Chaplins, it's worth nothing that they've got a highly objectionable piece up on the wall in the form of a signed and framed Michael 'King Snake' Tidser jersey. That needs to be smashed like a plate at a Greek taverna and then ceremonially burned.

Tinpot league found.

Thomas ‘King Snake’ O’Ware will be privately furious about this, as he contemplates seaside league football with his stupid wee outfit next season instead.

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Thomas ‘Tam’ ‘King Snake’ O’Ware ships both goals and is hounded by his own fanbase as Partick lose to seaside league permadiddies ‘Raith Rovers’ (someone check this) in the Challenge Cup. What a terrible, wee shame.

Gary Harkins signs for Stenhousemuir.

That probably explains why cmdc's two-bob Paint job of a Venn diagram didn't make it to our screens as well.

Who else got ‘irnbru’ in the Birthday Caird Pish About Tidser’s Poor, Wee, Rag-Wearing Family Sweep? If this mercenary was so interested in securing his long-term financial future at 30, you would think he’d take the opportunity to build up his own business while still playing at a respectable level of part time football. Instead he’s gone for yet another ‘one last pay cheque’ option, in a manner that makes Rory McAllister’s pointless ‘record breaking exploits’ in the fourth tier seem dignified by comparison. I reckon his next move will be to try and walk into a manager’s job despite having no credible experience whatsoever, just like James Grady did in 2009. It’ll be ‘for the love of the game’ and ‘to teach a profound football philosophy’ of course; rather than a desire to continue sucking money out of the game by any means possible.

I know that one day we will sign Sir Gavin on top of a mountain, and there’s going to be flutes playing and trombones and flowers and garlands of fresh herbs. And we will dance until the sun rises. And then his children will join the club and we will tour the countryside and you won’t be invited.

The public sob story peddled by team Harkins at the time though was light on being 'tempted' by a firm contract offer elsewhere and heavy on being treated badly by Morton for not having a deal on the table for him at the beginning of May without even a permanent manager in place to sanction it. I don't have an issue with a player exercising their freedom of contract: just don't try to slur this once-proud football club with self-pitying nonsense on your way out the door.

What has also been omitted from the revisionist sob story is that the GMFC was rather wrapped up in the process of selecting a replacement for Jim Duffy in the manager's hotseat at the end of that season: so not binding the hands of Duffy's successor by handing a deal straight away to some over the hill, immobile jobber was a rare instance of the club handling matters in an entirely correct manner. Obviously the club would have been better served at that moment by prioritising Gary's mortgage above everything else, so peddling his sense of injustice to anyone who'd listen was the only natural response.

The only thing I'm 'worked up about' on here - quite proudly - is the gormless nature of Morton fans who are willing to make any and every excuse for badge kissing, mercenary chancers who try to tarnish the club's reputation on their way out the door. It's near the top of the roughly 467 reasons why the current fanbase deserves its crap, perpetually failing football team.

1) You’ve actually got no idea whether it was a ‘good contract offer’ or not: the mere presence of one on the table was after all Harkins’ primary (and ridiculous) concern 2) A contract that of course worked out so well both for him and the club in question, what with him managing to get emptied for being shite within seven months.

Well no, it really does matter when Harkins and his big mates try to tell anyone who’d listen that GMFC treated him shoddily by ‘refusing!!!!!1111!!!!!!’ to place a contract extension on a velvet pillow for him to sign within the first few days of the season ending. When in reality, he was afforded the exact same courtesy as any other lower league jobber with no sell-on value would receive at that time in the season by any professional football club.

Spare me another chapter from the Michael Tidser Book of Sob Stories about a profession in which relative job insecurity should have been perfectly obvious to them when they chose to remain ‘working’ within it.