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Overseas travel costs are subsidised by the SPFL, and the purpose of a four day jolly for the fans trumps club officials whining about expenses anyway (the Wick away in the Scottish Cup rule).

Derek Lyle misses a penalty in Queen of the South's shootout humiliation to a bunch of leek-howkers. Deeply savoury.

More likely spitting venom at them, as they're both snakes.

Inevitably punished with terminal career failure by Wake, for having the temerity to reckon that a better option was on the table for him than playing for The Famous (see also Monti, C; McCluskey, S.). Sad!

Oh dear, looks like Eric the doddery old fantasist's mask has slipped. A seething, racist mess: what would the other executives in the Emirates hospitality suite think? Sad!

Sir Gavin scores the opener for Port Vale. A true legend as opposed to the baldy snake.

Brian Wake completes hie first season of management as an unbeaten league champion: http://www.everysport.com/sport/fotboll/fotbollsserier-2017/division-3-herr/soedra-norrland/77731 Reports have also surfaced of a certain ex-manager's predictable influence at Gretna 2008: Wake's swashbuckling, inspirational presence as manager to sword teams; Sir David's tactical cynicism as His assistant to stop the opposition. A management dream team that would make Greenock Morton Great Again. ​

Imagine being so bad a club that such a nothing statistic goes down as a 'club record'. And then imagine Lawrence Shankland actually holding such a shan club record for a nothing club. Sad!

A torn-faced vegan loser who was last relevant in the Jurassic period? Seems unlikely tbh.

Odds on that they go to Fort Matilda to watch egg-chasing IMO.

Not content with providing the half time inspiration for The Famous comeback through the means of an interview in the match day programme, Brian Wake clinched the league title on Saturday in his first season in management at Ytterhogdals IK. With three rounds to play, his team's record stands at P19, W16, D3 L0 (obviously). Scored 50; conceded 8. They'll be playing in the fourth (regional) tier of Swedish football next season. The Famous' manager in waiting.

It's where professional football careers go to die. He'll be in the huddy junior ranks within three years, probably via a stint at Clyde.

I presume that the division you're referring to is between 'those who think he's a snake' (non-snakelike) v 'those who don't think he's a snake' (while slithering along the floor and using their forked tongue to smell).

Harkins is irrelevant. If Rae wants to push the boat out for another returning player then it could still happen, but the timing is probably a year too soon for a deal to be likely.

Thus confirming the belief that Junior football is like watching two bald men fight over a comb.

The day that you get to award no-mark jobbers as 'Sir' is the same one in which a rocking horse does a shite on the floor. Get back in your box.

NB: The idea that Sir David Irons even felt qualified to motivate the players - when the dressing room was at that time being graced by a living deity - confirms not only that McLaughlin is a bitter failure of a professional footballer, but is also an unperceptive and extremely dim 'human being'. Which is another terrible, wee shame for him.

Sir David Irons bathes using Scott McLaughlin's salty tears twice daily; years after his charlatan stint at The Famous being rightly terminated, McLaughlin remains a seething mess at having his one shot at credible professional football being snuffed out. That's a terrible, wee shame for him.

You're merely demonstrating my point that the tag of 'played in Europe' isn't a significant achievement for players who used to play for The Famous. There's no doubt which camp of the above Faoud 'coral snake' Bachirou falls into and it's not the McGhees or Harpers. No, he's floundering with the Craig Reids - another confirmed snake - and Robbie Crawford, a complete non-entity. Playing European football does not actually make you a credible footballer, never mind a Morton 'legend'. These are facts.

There speaks Ernie's groomed bitch - taking it like a champ.

Indeed he did. Which is not exactly comparable to Craig Reid or Robbie Crawford's exploits, is it? Unless you say 'yes' then the 'played European football!1!1!1' benchmark for 'Morton legends' can be safely left burning at the bottom of a pyre, with snake Bachirou's effigy on top.

Looks like the 'played in Europe' criteria for club legends is crashing and burning. That's a terrible, wee shame.

Craig Reid starred in Motherwell's humiliating defeat to Stjarnan. Just like Foaud Bachirou, he was also a poisonous snake. And now found slumming it at little Ayr United.

^^^ couldn't argue with the facts ^^^ wanted to appear smart anyway ^^^ utterly failed Thanks for playing anyway champ.

I asked you to provide evidence for your claim that: As you've clearly struggled with that fairly basic task, I've highlighted the point in question. You whined about the use of 'random words' by his detractors, when all I can see are coherent, logical and largely fact-based arguments. Nobody cares whether you agree with them or not - but unless you can provide evidence for that claim, it's clear that you're embarking on some sort of Salty-esque syntax, concern trolling. Which I suspect isn't working out quite as well as you had planned.