Darkheid indeed
I've only just calmed down. Shit, shit and shit. How bad were Hearts? How bad was it that Hearts were that bad, at fecking Smeltic Park of all places. Sindy does not like to be in a bad mood, let me tell you, but watching that all season - I'll need the Prozac back. 4-5-1 again. With Callum Elliot up front. Callum Elliot, up front, alone, first game of season. Against Celtic. Whoever thought that one up should be writing comedy. Maybe Vlad does. I just don't know anymore. The new stadium plans are fabulous, but what on earth is going on on the pitch. I can't take more of this, that's for sure. Thankfully a trip to see the Eagles of Death Metal ruled me out of the Stirling game, and thankfully a 2-0 win put us intothe next round. But is this what it has come to? Being relieved we are in the next round of the diddy cup? The Mickey mouse cup? The wee cup? yep. Seems like it.
Anyway, after Celtic, I decided to head along to watch the reserves. They lost 2-0 but Celtic had some team out. That highly annoying Jarosik, and the oh-so ugly Gravesen and Rat Boy Riordan. Still, at least Cesny was playing...
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