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Charles, not true. Test cricket is the pinnacle of the sport. As an analogy I suppose you'll agree that the only track event worth watching is the 100m as it's quick and exciting. The 10,000m must be rubbish as nothing happens for almost 25 identical laps before they sprint for the line......

I don't think they've thought it through...lazy journalism! As I said in my initial post, I worked it out through the format. Simply put: Those First Round ties will eliminate 15 teams, leaving 27 left for round 2. Round 2 : The 15 winners from Round 1 are joined by 7 teams...Aberdeen, Ross County, Dundee, Kilmarnock, Dundee United and Hearts.....................[22 teams : 11 games] The 11 winners of these ties are joined by 5 other teams (Celtic, Hibernian, Inverness, Motherwell and St .Johnstone) =16 teams. Simple! The BBC and other media outlets just haven't cottoned on yet!

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