Colonel Mustard

Donald seems to care more about fonts than anything else.

Where are the figures from?

Keep calm and make rabid mutant fucks your friends by calling them cuddly names.

Too much to ask. I despair.

Why don't you find out for yourself? Every opinion that anyone on here has is in the other threads. Can you not read or something?

Why would we be with a company who were chasing us to pay £18m immediately? I don't really understand what you're on about.

You're not hugging enough trees. Please get with the programme and start calling those rat bastards some cuddly names.

Tims? Puke.

The answers are in the existing threads. Should we look through them for you?

They did. Not before Jim Forrest played for the sheep and scored 2 to help them pump us at Ibrox.

Tiny Tim says it all for me. Get it played over the tannoy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skU-jBFzXl0

Lucky bastard.

Fuck me. Forrest's cousin Alex Willoughby scored 16 goals in 14 games leading up to the final in Nuremberg. Why he wasn't even playing is also a mystery. Mind numbing to put Roger Hynd in.

Great to know he's remembered with intensity. I forgot about their recent title. Berwick Rangers should worship the ground Big Jock and Davie Smith walked on, along with the legend of Sammy Reid for setting off a nuclear explosion. I love it when wee clubs love Rangers legends for some reason or another.

You had to run about with your cheeks clenched together for years after that trial, though.

Was the championship he led Berwick to their only honour (apart from the biggest shock in Scottish football history, of course )? He must be held in high regard down there, surely?

Beautiful. Every time I think of Davie Smith playing though, it's a vision of him strolling through a game not even getting his shorts dirty...positioning himself and lurking for a wee slight loss of control from a forward, then nipping the ball away before striding forward himself, with the kind of elegance you seen from the Baxters and the Beckenbauers. I could greet thinking about the elegance of it all.

Aye, I remember the talk at the time, and that Rangers were taking a dim view of some problems that were coming to light. Probably mostly gossip, but I know he ended up in bad shape with it. Shame.

I've heard enough.

Big Jaws' more robust approach seemed to get preferred to the silky sweeper skills of Smith, and the likes of Doddy had come into his own on the left side of midfield. Davie was coming to the end of his career anyway, as most were were at that time once they got to around the 32 mark. There was also talk of Davie having a bit of a gambling problem, but I can't remember if that was a factor.

I think I got the Airfix HMS Hood that year. I threw the fucking thing in the bin when Fuckyer Harry signed for them. What were you in hospital for six weeks for? Were you a sickly child?

Were you getting fitted for that new invention of the time, the zimmer?

Yes. The following season they beat us 3-0, and we won 3-2 at Ibrox. As well as Vogts, they had superstars like Bonhof, Heynkes, and Wimmer in the team. Interesting that we pumped Munchengladbach 8-0 and 3-0 on the way to our first European final only a dozen years previously.

The same Danny Kelly, who just last week waxed lyrical about the romance and stoicism of the Basque signing policy at Bilbao, after their victory over Man Utd. His jizz flow was only interrupted to opine that it would be fantastic if other clubs could do as well with similar policies. His views on Rangers playing Proddies isn't quite so charitable.

We protested at the time by wearing red and white socks.