As a number of our players and staff face being made redundant imminently, I wonder how Sir David Murray feels today. Let's all spare a thought for the captain of industry as he struggles to select his next bottle of red and decide whether he'll have succulent lamb or juicy lobster for his dinner. Thanks for destroying my football club and then selling it the absolute bastard that is Craig Whyte, you utterly hateful parasite of a man. On your head, this awful day lies.