I went to Love street yesterday looking to be proved wrong - I actually thought fer a moment that the tide may be changing when I saw Proctor lining up at full back and Cowie on the rite and Dougie on the left. But the rest, as I have alluded to elsewhere, just deepened my depression. It feels a bit like the Tartan Army under Berti Vogts.
I aint spending my money to go and watch such garbage - the fans are fed up, some of the players look fed up and disinterested. My main beef is with Grasser and the gutless muppets in charge who - fer fecks sake - must see what is happening - Brew must have some sort of hold on them.
So my next planned game has to be Hamilton - unless Brew resigns or is ditched before then.