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'The Famous' didn't actually play against 'Man Utd', so no.

Not an ‘ex player’ of The Famous despite the Greenock Telegraph’s bizarre, decade-long campaign to make it happen.

Meanwhile in Germany, Hamburg have failed to win any of their last six league matches to spectacularly bottle any chance of promotion. Another season floundering in Bundesliga 2 awaits for this self-styled 'giant' of European football. What a terrible, wee shame that is for them.

The Falkirk board have clearly peddled this to the tabloids to take the heat off them just 24 hours before some shan 'fan protest' was scheduled to take place against them at the game tomorrow; it's one of the oldest PR tricks in the book. Watch their gormless fanbase lap it up.

When the wheels predictably came off their bandwagon.

They fucking are though. The fatal nail in their horrible coffin was already delivered by The Famous last week. Which is glorious.

This isn’t meant to be exhaustive, but their years of whining about how the Ess Pee Ell denied them promotion for having a crumbling wreck of a ground - at a time when they were spending all their money on first team players instead of actually trying to meet the regulations - is another reason why they are absolute fucking cunts. Also, the fact that they should have been sent packing to the seaside leagues in 2001/02 but were granted a reprieve due to Airdrieonians’ (hilarious) demise, yet this is never accounted for in their previously mentioned, Liverpool-scale sense of injustice. And Steven fucking Pressley.

They’ve been one of the.vilest clubs in Scottish football for years and that Helen Lovejoy pish is what swung it for you? Wake fucking wept.

Bump. To put the cherry on the cake of what was an utterly sumptuous long weekend of horrible football clubs being sworded, FCUM were relegated to the next diddy tinpot level of the English regional leagues after an insipid home defeat by Blyth Spartans yesterday. Get fucking doon.

Are we meant to play Guess Who with this post?

'Scandinavian international forward in being completely useless as a manager' shock.

It’s what the shan, tarted up Argyll has rebranded itself as now.

There’s more chance of a rocking horse doing a shite than them winning the league with that fraud.

Hemel Hempstead have a football team - just because it’s gubbins doesn’t give you an excuse to gloryhunt.

Mark Russell was an unused sub yet again as his plucky, ten man ‘Finn Harps’ side lost 2-3 at home to Derry City, leaving them still hopelessly anchored to the bottom of the table. Dung Morton players who actually took part in the match were Caolan McAleer (Finn Harps) and Darren Cole (Derry).

Mark Russell came off the bench for the last 15 minutes but achieved precisely fuck all as his Finn Harps side got pumped 4-0 by Waterford and remain anchored to the bottom of the table. He’ll soon be getting humiliated by the Craggy Island Priests Over 75s team, who I believe are stalwarts of the second tier of Irish football.

Ross County's exploits clearly showing the benefit of dinghying cup competitions you just can't be arsed with to 'focus on league business' instead. As for us, I'm sure that a national cup final instead of another free weekend would have been just too much of a distraction from our otherwise thrilling* campaign. * pointless since mid-January

Mark Russell's desire to move on to bigger clubs and better things is still going swimmingly; since joining 'Finn Harps' at the start of their League of Ireland campaign, he has spent their matches... sitting on their bench as an unused sub. Even Caolan McAleer gets a game for said rabble and netted a consolation goal in one of their recent shoeings. After seven games played, Russell's side are winless and already marooned at the bottom of the table, so it looks like a new adventure sitting on the bench and counting the massive crowds at Cabinteely and Cobh Ramblers awaits next season. What a terrible, wee shame.

Yeah because the parallels between GMFC and a club that can spend £19 million a pop on importing their 'kids' are immediately obvious.

A thoroughly deserved shoeing for holders Real Madrid this evening in the Champions League, off the back of the quite fortuitous 2-1 win they slithered to in Amsterdam in the first leg. They'll be tearing everything up and signing a new team in the summer. Ajax have been a clowncar outfit at European level in recent years but this side are playing some truly excellent stuff, always trying to pass forward instead of the sideways, tippy-tappy shite that has dominated elite level football in recent years.

That's a terrible, wee shame. In truth it seems that Bradford have been a backetcase behind the scenes, so this predictable failure wasn't all down to Hopkin's limitations as a manager. But as Zhivago and his assorted other fluffers never failed to point out at the time, 'Hoppy' already had extensive business ties to the West Yorkshire bin region so he really should have known what he was getting into before taking the job. Meanwhile Livingston's continued success means that his role in their major over-achievement last season has to be revised as well. All in all then, another rare misstep for the great Renaissance Man of our times.

South Shields play in the Northern Premier League and are pushing for a place in the Conference North for next season. They've been moving up the pyramid recently and seem to have a good following behind them so I'd be surprised if he got a game for them: although perhaps the standard is just that bad.

Can't think why a reference to an old jakey swigging another bottle of Grants has got you #triggered like this tbh.

I'm pretty sure we paid something like £20k for him.

I remember the 03-04 season perfectly well and the relationship was not fundamentally that different at the beginning of the following campaign. The team was still being backed in very large numbers by the fans and for the most part, the recrimination of the last few games had been put to bed. It was quite possible that either McCormack could have repaired the damage with a reasonable squad clearout (although he was more likely finished) or that a more competent and personally secure manager could have harnessed in a positive manner the huge support that the club still had to chase down two dung permadiddy outfits and win the league from October 2004. Instead we got McInally and a siege mentality in which crap neds like Scott McLaughlin and no-marks like Brian ****ing Graham viewed the people paying their wages on a weekly basis as if they were s***e that they had stood on in the street.