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SKY SPORTS 4 M8

WHAT ABOUT KAPPA ? LOL

Its a new year at ibrox first foots at the door, Its the tims & there desperate too stop 54, Theres no holy goalie or spudface too boo so that scumbag Lennon will just have to do, They'll have Murphy & Loovens & Paddy the pape & that big bald diddy for king Kenny too rape.. When they come we'll be ready to fight Rangers cause & if given the chance boot wee McCourts baws.. We'll chase & battle, defend & attack with big Davie Weir he's immense at the back. We'll get big Lee to do them & Davis too play with Papac just laughing at there new Swedish gay.. King Kenny as always will answer the call & one day join William on that famous wall, So this Sunday remember too sing loud & clear to drown out the vermon who ruin the new year, With these words i leave you my loyalist chums fuck the pope, No surrender & all te best when it comes.

Brightly dawned that April morning, Blue skies bade us haste away Where the flower of Scottish Football Meant to show their might that day. East and West, from every quarter Happy hearts come trooping in. Till the gates of sunny Ibrox Close on the great crowd within. Ne'er a thought of pending danger, All are eager for the fray; Quip and jest and friendly jostle While the waiting time away. Hark! is that a sound of creaking? Timid ones grow pale with fear; But the thought is soon forgotten, The contending teams appear. Free and fast the game is raging, Scotland's sons are pressing sore; On the tiptoe of excitement, All expect them soon to score. Then is heard a mighty uproar, "God have mercy!" someone cried; Panic-stricken, there's a stampede. Which all human power defies. High above the seething tumult What an awful sight is seen, Only a great gap remaining Where the cheerful crowd had been. Down below are dead and dying, Mangled forms lie all around, Broken-limbed, and bruised, and bleeding; Like a shambles is the ground. Willing hands, their hearts nigh failing, Go to work with tender care, Till the long, long list of injured of their help receive a share. Brightly dawned that April morning, Blackest night has been the close; Our sympathy is with the suffering, Rest the dead in steet repose.

dublin aint big enough... party time.

todays match is posponed due to severe weather conditions sky sports confirmed.

I THINK HE COULD HELP US A LOT AND WOULD BE A GOOD NUMBER 2 FOR SUPER ALLY WHAT YA THINK PPL

CHEERS BRO FGAU

The time has come to say goodnight,for every road must end, to the ones who care and thier always there, our very special friends, Lets say goodnight to those we love, and maybe shed a tear, but before we close lets think of those, we love who cant be here. Let's raise a glass to absent friends, For every road must end, You'll always be there in our hearts, Our special absent friends. And when it's time for us to go, And our long journey ends, We'll never be alone you see, We'll be with absent friends. So, Let's raise a glass to absent friends, For every road must end, You'll always be there in our hearts, Our special absent friends. So, Let's raise a glass to absent friends, For every road must end, You'll always be there in our hearts, Our special absent friends. So, Let's raise a glass to absent friends, For every road must end, You'll always be there in our hearts, Our special absent friends.

did anyone see the clip on sky sports wi my hero ian ferguson ..wish we had him back here coaching .

THE SOMME GETS MY VOTE...LEST WE FORGET.

ALLANTON ,SHOTTS theres no chapel in our town..

FOR GOD AND ULSTER.