The end of the road - semi final of the play offs - Celtic go out on penalties!!!

It was a freezing cold morning and windy and the sun was blinding and there were patches of ice on the pitch and it was cold and a gaggle of our players were missing and they didn't have good excuses and it was cold and the goalmouths were sorta frozen and it was cold.

The missing players will remain nameless because to divulge their names would be socially unacceptable. However it was decided that the group should be termed ... THE WANKERS for ease of recognition. After the game there were lots of comments like this:

"We would have easily won if those wankers showed up today."
"We'd have killed GPS had it not been for those wankers."
"Those wankers are effing wankers."

The WANKERS are all lacking in moral fiber and unlike Rob continue to be bed wetters into their 50's.

This just in ... be careful because I just got word that a Russian hacker got into the blog and is threatening to reveal the names of the wankers ............

hello ... 
hello mates ... 
hello chaps ... 
Trump is Wanker ... and so are ANDY, DOUG, JB, MIKE AND FRANK
They have lacking moral fiberz 

My electric computer screen just went all fuzzy btw. Anyway ... moving on to the match. We started confidently and moved the ball around well. GPS had some useful players but after ten minutes or so it was clear that we could win the game. Pat took a corner and curled it straight into the net by the near post ... we were ahead. They managed to pull one back ... a belter from outside the box that was unstoppable. We ended regular time tied at one apiece and went into extra time. In the second period Dimos sent Pat through and he slotted into the net with five minutes left to play. We were going to the final and just had to play out the last few minutes .... but they equalized with the freakiest of goals with about forty seconds on the clock so we went to penalties. I won't go into the details of the shoot out because it is just too painful.

Captain Flicky served hot chile and warm bread and Rob the retired bed wetter opened up the tailgate of his truck to reveal a wide offering of beers that clearly accounted for the whole spectrum of drinkers who battled so bravely on the frozen tundra. We were deflated because we were the better team and we should have won. We created more chances than GPS and their keeper made a few impressive saves but you know what .... we showed them a thing or two!

It was a good season and we won the division.