It had all started off so promisingly for “the peepil” too with their famed modest, friendly and respectful approach to the opposition:
After all, it was only Motherwell. Well, that’s what they said before the first leg.
All the ingredients were there: Triumphalism. Arrogance. Threats. Delusion. It could only lead to a special kind of Sunday . . . does anyone have that sinking feeling yet? Here it comes . . .
Things were going well. No goals conceded. Only 2 required to turn the tie around. The Sevco manager, fresh from the set of Prisoner: Cell Block H had that funny feeling again:
Not so much goosebumps as things that go bump in the night. Sorry, what was that Mr President?
You say Cammy, we say . . . .
Wait a minute – didn’t he just blow in from the Windy City – well that was might pretty! I feel a musical coming on . . .
Hold on a minute, this wasn’t in the script – even Sevco Yoda knows that!
They told us The Rangers Are Coming. And we all took the threat very seriously . . . didn’t we?
Looks like they were maybe, well, a wee bit premature?
But “The Peepil” are not known for hedging their bets. Although they are familiar with hedges from their famous Journey:
Losing heavily on aggregate? Hang on:
No, they didn’t. Did they?
It was a move designed to steady the ship. How’s that working out for HMS Sevco?
Still, at least they had a captain they could rely on. No chance of Big Jig (as his maw calls him) ever flagging in a game of this importance . . .
Whit’s that? They lost another goal?!? Oops, looks like we’ve got some technical problems in the technical area
That 2nd goal is a bit of a blow. How do you say?
Ah c’mon now, remember:
After all, big Moshni has a six pack and he can pack a punch too:
What’s that you say?
Of course he can. He appeared in front of a lot more in that Star Wars movie:
At least his next bum note will only be heard in jail:
Although it might not be all his bum is getting used for inside. Wait – that 6-1 aggregate defeat doesn’t mean tragedy for ra Berrz does it?
And now for a conundrum:
And a quick visit to the Hunnery:
This is not what “The Peepil” were promised! Boooooooooo!
But, but . . . Mr King said we were minted. Oh, that’s what he meant:
But it’s no’ fair! It’s cos i’ those Taigs. They’re obsessed wi’ us!!!
But the coach said there were three steps to Premiership heaven!
I can feel another song coming on. Time to get Sloshed . . .
At least he got one thing right!
Lest we forget . . . Submarine Sunday would never have happened under Mr Struth!!
Although there’s every chance it could become an annual event under Mr King!
Direct hit! Dive! Dive! Dive! (Not you again Vuckic ffs!!)
Ah, the joy of six on a Sunday. How was it for you?