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United as One

Dear Radicalised Nutters,

I’ve just finished watching the concert organised by Ariana Grande.  It was called One Love Manchester.  It was fabulous.  It sent a message out, something you won’t understand.

As you well know, 22 people, mostly young people, died when one of your ilk decided to detonate himself after an Ariana Grande concert at Manchester Arena on the 22nd of May.  Whatever he thought he would gain out of it is wrong.  Yes, he caused heartache, such a lot of it that it is, in fact, heartbreaking.

You used a car on the 22nd March to run through innocent people on Westminster Bridge and yes, you killed people.  You killed one of our police officers.  But you will never beat us.

What you lot don’t understand is that even though we are often divided by political opinion, football alignments and many other things in our every day lives, we stand united against you.  We always will.

You hired a van on the 3rd of June and you strapped fake bombs to yourself.  Why fake? Is it because you are so useless that you can’t even make a real one.  Did you think that by wearing these false vests you would alarm people? It might have done but despite all that, the public told you where to go.  By throwing chairs and tables and glasses and bottles at you because we are basically telling you where to go.  Before our beloved police ended your rampage, yes, you did get your kitchen knives out and you killed and you hurt people and we will mourn them but YOU will never win.  An off duty policeman took you on because he was trying to protect other people.  This is us.  We will always protect each other, we will always stand united against you and your ilk.

When you try and divide us all you do it unite us more and more.  When you detonated yourself after the Ariana Grande concert you killed people and you seriously injured others.  We hurt, we did hurt.  But we didn’t fall apart.  That’s not what we do.  There will be concerts in the Manchester Arena, people will drink in Borough Market so you haven’t won anything.

All you have done is take lives.

And you can’t dine out on that in your horrible flats with your horrible friends because you’ve died doing so, because you are so cowardly that you will also die.  For what? Virgins? You don’t even realise that this is a false claim, but you are stupid enough to believe that.

You’ve hi-jacked a religion in order to “justify” your behaviour but now that religion is starting to fight back against you.  It’s taken a while but it’s happening.  People who follow the religion you say you follow are reporting you, and they will continue to do so.  They aren’t frightened any more.  We’re helping them to stand up against you.

Just know that Manchester tonight is what we all think – fuck you and your attempts to cow us.  It will never happen.  You can sit, seething, in your manky homes and decide to hire a van and load up with the knives from your wife’s kitchen set but you will never beat us.

You will NEVER beat us.

LOVE

The UK and it’s beautiful citizens

 

One Love Manchester.

One Love.

We stand UNITED.

 

Hibs: The Last Three Years – Part Two

From Part One;

Then it happened.  At 90+2 Liam Henderson drifted in a corner that club captain, David Gray headed into the net.  Hibs were on the brink of history.

A footballing miracle.  Hibs had dumped that 114-year hoodoo. We’d won the Scottish Cup.  At last, at last, at last.

Hibs fans ran onto the pitch.

What an amazing moment it was when the final whistle blew and 114-years of waiting became no more. We were Hibs, we were the Scottish Cup holders 2016.  It was ours.  If anyone expected our fans to stay in their seats they need to re-evaluate the passion that we have for our club.

In England, promotion and cup wins (particularly against difficult opponents) always bring on a surge of fans who are merely on the pitch to celebrate.  They are there looking to thank their favourite player and hopefully get a selfie with them.  They are taking pictures to remember that incredible day.

In Scotland, fans coming onto the pitch seems to consitute a “riot”.  At least, that’s how the media portrayed it and the SFA didn’t say it was anything else.  Perhaps if The Rangers fans remained in their seats (or left the ground) then less would have been made of this.

Hibs fans had to put up with headlines claiming that all of The Rangers players had been assaulted.  Despite evidence to the contrary there has not been one apology to Hibs or Hibs fans for this claim.  The article remains on line. 

The Rangers wanted an apology from us but thankfully they never got it.  Rod Petrie was right when he said we were exuberant and that we entered the pitch with no malice.

Yet, almost a year to the day we broke our hoodoo, Police Scotland and the SFA are treating this as if it was the worst moment ever in football.  It was not.  If The Rangers fans had not entered the pitch it would have been a beautiful moment.  There was no The Rangers players attacked, not one.  Not one person has been charged with attacking a The Rangers player.  Hibs should be given an apology at least.

Anyway, despite the attempts of certain parts of the media and the official organisation, Hibs fans  – and players – were euphoric.  114-years is a long time to wait for a cup but it’s what

Petrie explaining things, namely exuberance and no malice

Hibs had done and now it was over.  No one was taking that away from us.

Leith partied until the early hours of Sunday morning.  Fans waited at Easter Road for a chance to applaud the returning heros.  Then they’d return to pubs and carry on celebrating.  House parties erupted.  This was our moment, we’d taken our chance and we’d done it.

Of course, Leith wasn’t the only area that partied, across the city, the country, the world people celebrated but the home of the club bounced that night.  I woke with bruises I have no idea how I got and I didn’t even stay out that late.  We just celebrated.

Sunday May 22nd.  Another huge day.  The cup would be paraded from the city chambers to Leith Links.  This was something that we’d waited on so long that it was never going to be a quiet event.

Estimates said that over 100,000 Hibees attended the parade and I feel privileged to be a mere one of them.  I was with the bus most of the way.  I loved it.  The players singing our songs.  It was a huge afternoon.  I can write the words I feel about winning the Scottish Cup but, in print, I’ll never be able to fully describe it with the passion it deserves.

However, as much as we loved it there was a harsh reality to face up to.  Stubbs left us and we loved him and would never stop but now we had a challenge to bring in a new manager (or head coach).  This appointment would going to be a big one because the season 2016/17 was always going to be about promotion.

In June 2016 Neil Lennon was unveiled as the new Hibs head coach.  There were mixed reactions to this but one thing couldn’t be denied – Neil Lennon is a winner.  He knows how to win trophies.  His appointment created something of a seethe from certain fans of other teams.

Lennon would bring in Grant Holt in June 2016, Andrew Shinnie on a season long loan from Birmingham City, Brian Graham from Ross County on a free and Israeli goalkeeper, Ofir Marciano in August.  Marciano’s arrival was held up by red tape but finally he was able to begin his season long loan from Ashdod at the end of August.

Injuries would leave us struggling a bit mid-December.  Neil Lennon did what anyone else with connections would do, he used the emergency loan rule.  Social media went into a melt down, fans forums exploded (you know the fans I’m talking about here) and as Kris Commons was secured on a short term emergency loan we would be accused of cheating and a whole host of other things.  However, in his five appeances for us he scored two goals and filled the gap we had perfectly.

Chris Humphrey joined us on 31st December 2016, his Hibernian career would halt in February when a calf injury saw him out for weeks, only just returning to training in the last fornight or so.

Brian McLean signed at the beginning of March on a short contract.

The second social media meltdown happened at the end of February 2017 when Neil used his contacts to secure Efe Ambrose on loan until the end of the season.  Lenny perfectly within his, and our, rights to use the emergency loan rule in this way.  The entire season the goal has been promotion but niggly injuries were leaving us weak at times so Efe and his triple-back flip celebrations were more than welcome.

We played some tiresome football all season but the results were coming in.  Too many draws but the points were building up nicely.  Enough to keep us ticking along.  We had some concerns about Dundee United, Falkirk, Raith Rovers for a while and Morton when they had a surge.  They would all, in their own way, slip.  Raith Rovers right down to second bottom of the league (currently).

Going out of the league cup as early as we did was a disappointment but it gave us a run of just league games which was helpful.  A couple of challenge cup games and we were out of that leaving us with just the league to play for and…the Scottish Cup.

We were still celebrating the 21st of May when we joined the Scottish Cup on 21st January 2017.  Bonnyrigg Rose at Tynecastle, and 8-1 win for us.

Shinnie scoring the third goal at ER helping to put Hearts out the Scottish Cup Feb 2017

The draw was made for the fifth round. Hearts at Tynecastle…again.  Hearts, of course, thought they would win it.  Hearts of course were wrong but we wouldn’t win it either.  The match could hardly get going thanks to a terrible pitch.  Everyone struggled.  This one finished 0-0 and, in a repeat of the year before we would take Hearts back to Easter Road and we’d beat them.  Jason setting the tone with his goal in two minutes.  Holty added on 37 and Shinnie on 67.  Hearts would get one back three minutes later but the work was done, we’d put Hearts out the Scottish Cup AGAIN.  It was bliss.

The support gained an extra boost and the song became “Here we go, two in a row”.  The song had been sung before but it gained momentum.  Sung everywhere we went whether it be home or away, league or cup game – it joined our ever growing songlist.

The feeling of belief was rife.  Easter Road felt charged every home game and the large travelling support did everyone proud, singing their way through matches.  For months it had felt great to be a Hibby and that feeling was getting better and better.

We beat Ayr United in the quarters at Easter Road on the 4th of March.  Something of a relief as we’d only managed a draw at Easter Road with them a mere month before.  We’d set up a semi-final against Aberdeen at Hampden (Easter Road West if you prefer).  Happy days.  Our third Scottish Cup semi in three years.  We’re liking the Scottish Cup these days.

However, business to be done before then.  The league had to be won.  Really done and dusted before the semi final.

We did it by the skin of our teeth the week before the semi, on Saturday 15th of April.  We needed to win and we needed St Mirren to either beat Falkirk or hold them to a draw.  In previous years I would have rolled my eyes, Hibs never get that sort of luck so Falkirk would probably hammer St Mirren.

There was a nervous energy around Easter Road.  We were doing our bit, 3-0 in 48 minutes with QotS not looking like they were coming back but we were focussed on what was happening at the Falkirk stadium.  St Mirren had gone ahead twice and Falkirk had levelled twice. Our final whistle had gone but barely a soul moved in Easter Road.  Don’t get a late winner!

Then it came through, final result 2-2 at Falkirk.  HOORAY! We’d done it, we won the league, we won the league!  Sunshine on Leith! We’re going back up to where Hibs belong.

There not really much to say about the semi.  We lost.  It was a fantastic cup run full of great times and two in a row would have been fabulous but it wasn’t to happen.  We’d achieved our season goal and got automatic promotion.  Job done.

To go back to what I was saying on Part One, it’s strange feeling I’ve got because we’ve had three cracking years really.  We’ve rebuilt, we’re strong again.  This is a Hibs I enjoy watching.  A lot has changed, attitudes being one thing, but just overall we’ve spent three years in the Championship focussing on everything that was wrong and making it right.  We’re not perfect but we’re ready for the new challenge next season.  It feels like, as much as Leeann, Stubbsy and Lenny (and everyone else behind the scenes) have helped rebuild the club, that the fans have contributed just as much to bringing this club back to the Premiership.  The outstanding support, the increase in ST sales, the travelling support, all there boosting the team and showing that if you give us something, Hibs, we will give you a whole lot back.

Saturday 6th of May 2017 we’ll run out at Easter Road for our last game in the Championship.  We’ll hoist the Championship cup high and we’ll celebrate – again – the achievements of the last three seasons.

We’re back where we belong.  Next season is going to be a biggie.  Fixtures due out Friday 23rd June.

GGTTH

Can’t forget We Are Hibs by Graeme Hunter

 

 

Hibs: The Last Three Years – Part One

I wasn’t sure what to write about given that I wasn’t in Ayr on Saturday and haven’t really seen much footage of it.  It was a good win.  A good shut out for Ross Laidlaw and the team.  It’s also landed us on 70 points, not Hearts nor Rangers have 70 points this season.  Only Livingston (78) and Celtic (94) have more points than us across the leagues.  Pretty good.  Aberdeen could reach it but no one else will.

Anyway, I have a strange feeling at the moment.  While delighted to be receiving the Championship Trophy on Saturday coming, I’ve also got a little sense of loss.

It’s nothing to do with going out in the semi of the cup.  I coped with that.  As most of us did.  It’s more to do with feeling like we’ve just said goodbye to three incredible years.  We’re moving on and a new chapter is opening.

The relegation was a sore day.  A very sore one.  On a day when Malpas tried to fight with fans in the crowd and Hibs threw away a two goal advantage at home.  It was just awful.  A truly devastating day in the history of this beautiful club.

Then there came hope.  Leeann Dempster could have changed her mind about coming to the club, we weren’t in the prem any more and she could have walked away.  She didn’t, she saw there was work to be done and I’m glad she wanted to take on the task.

Picking Alan Stubbs was a good decision.  I glance at my replica Scottish Cup almost every day and thank Leeann for not landing us with Ian Cathro.  We’d have probably been in league two by now if she had.

There was a feeling amongst Hibs fans that this might just be the kick up the arse we needed.  We DID need to rebuild and we did HAVE to have a good look at ourselves.  We’d partied about Hearts getting relegated yet we’d slipped down with them.  Time to get the mirror out and have a good look at ourselves.

We had competition in the league.  Hearts had been relegated as well and Rangers were floating about.  In my heart I wanted us to go straight back up but in my head I was saying we might not.  We had to rebuild literally from scratch.  It would have been a fairytale to have gone straight back up but it didn’t happen.

It was a season of mixed fortunes.  Some memorable wins over Rangers including the 4-0 win at Easter Road Christmas present on the 27th of December.  Wins over Hearts as well.  Silly losses to Queen of the South and Raith Rovers.  Stubbs was doing well.  He’d brought in our current captain, Sir David Gray, Fraser Fyvie and Liam Fontaine who are still with us as well as Malonga, Farid el Alagui and Scott Allan.  Malonga did well but didn’t settle properly although has the club in his heart.  Farid was unlucky with his injury and Scott Allan was great for us, would have flourished with us but chose the money and headed along the M8 to Celtic.

His Celtic career never took off and he’s out on loan to relegated Rotherham.  If ever a footballer chose to finish his own career it would be him.  Too big for Championship Hibs.  Look at us now, you probably should have stayed, Scott.  Of course, I don’t blame him entirely, he just had the wrong advice.  A money hungry agent, no doubt.

We finished that season second in the Championship.  Disappointing? Yes.  We went through the playoff and lost.  Dreadful.  Yet we’d gotten to the quarter final of the League Cup and the semi final of the Scottish Cup.  Was it really that bad a season? We’d come a long way under Alan Stubbs.  We couldn’t really complain about that.

Season 2015/2016 was a biggie.  Liam Craig moved on, the captain hadn’t impressed.  Malonga was on his way.

The in door opened and James Keatings crossed the city to join us, Martin Boyle joined us on a contract, Marvin Bartley arrived from Leyton Orient, John McGinn came to us from St Mirren and we welcomed him with open arms, Dylan McGeouch made the move from Celtic and then the signing of Darren McGregor.  Life long Hibs fan, he’d been released from Rangers.  We brought him home.  He belonged at Easter Road.

Just some of the amazing deals that would be done that season.  Stubbs was preparing for a huge season.

There were some stupid losses in the league that season.  A 2-1 defeat at Dumbarton right at the start of the season.  A 1-0 defeat at Ibrox not long after, that should have been our game.

We picked up Liam Henderson on loan from Celtic in August and he would be ours for the season.

For the second season running we went out the challenge cup early but that wasn’t our focus.  Our focus was promotion but somehow, as we focussed on that we ended up going on two cup runs, the League and the Scottish.

On that run we punted teams from all leagues aside.  Hearts would have us at Tynecastle and then go two nil up in the Scottish.  Paul Hanlon and Jason Cummings would take the party back to Easter Road where Jason would win the tie.

We would be in the League Cup Final only to be defeated 2-1 by Ross County.  Annoying, yes.

Our league performances faltered and closing in to the Scottish Cup semi we lost our keeper to an apprent contact lens ban.  We were stuck with a goalkeeping nightmare.  Until Conrad Logan hit the radar.  Suffered a bad injury, unfit but available, Alan Stubbs said yes.

How we love that Stubbsy said yes.  Clearly unfit, Logan took to the Hampden pitch for the semi final against Dundee United.  He was mocked.

What Conrad Logan showed was that you can be unfit but if you have a clear footballing mind you can win.  He was like a cat around his goal. He had a keepers eye and he showed that in the penalties. He was class in a fairly large glass.  Hibs were in the final.

Hibs hadn’t been able to account for themselves in the league and finished third, another year in the Championship.  However, we were in the Scottish Cup Final against new promoted Rangers.  We knew how to beat them.  We just had to do it in this game.

Anthony Stokes, a loan player from Celtic since January, had failed to woo me in five months.  I could see no reason why this would change on the 21st of May 2016.

On that sunny day in May, almost a year ago, Stokes ran out at Hampden with one clear goal in mind – Beat Rangers.  It was written all over him and it leaked out to his team-mates.  Nothing showed more intent than his two goals, the first at three minutes and his second to level the team as they’d gone behind to Rangers.  2-2 at eighty minutes.  It was headed for extra time.

Then it happened.  At 90+2 Liam Henderson drifted in a corner that club captain, David Gray headed into the net.  Hibs were on the brink of history.

A footballing miracle.  Hibs had dumped that 114-year hoodoo. We’d won the Scottish Cup.  At last, at last, at last.

Hibs fans ran onto the pitch.

 

Living on my own: The stress of the back bedroom

The back bedroom in my flat has fast become the utter nightmare of the abode. It’s now a room where I only go if I have to.

When I moved in the back bedroom was going to be an office/guest room.  That was the idea anyway.  I’d have two guest beds in one part of the room and my officey section in the other part.  Best made plans and all that.

First of all I’d like to point out that I call the back bedroom such because it is at the back of Fox Towers and that is the simplest of reasons.  My own room is at the front of the upper villa and therefore is the front bedroom so the other bedroom is the back bedroom.  I hope this is understandable.  I mean,

Not quite there yet!

could call the back bedroom the North bedroom and my room the South bedroom but that’s just daft.  My nana had a front and back bedroom, my parents have a front and back bedroom.  It’s like a family thing as my sister also has a front and back bedroom.  It’s basically having two bedrooms, one at the front and one at the back.  I have no idea what I’d do if I lived in a place with two front bedrooms or two back bedrooms or, indeed, a side bedroom.  This is a nightmare I haven’t come across yet and have no desire to either.

Anyway, so the plan was that the back bedroom would have a duel use and, to be fair, it has that and far more.  It’s now a laundry room and store room plus emergency bedroom (if anyone needed it).  Have I managed to get my desk in there? I have not.

The boxes in there are unreal.  I have spent four months getting rid of them while also keeping some should I need to move again even though that’s just mad because I could move without boxes and have no reason to believe that I would have to move but, hey, have to be prepared and all that.

It also seems when I get on top of the boxes and get them off to recycling I then order other things and they arrive in boxes.  However, when I get something in a box I think well it’s OK because I can recycle the boxes whereas when something arrives in a bag it just goes in the general waste. But still, that box takes up space until I have time to jump up and down on it and put it in the recycling bin.  I do my recycling once a fortnight.  I’m not one for regularly filling the bin.  Am I lazy? Maybe but really it’s just something I detest doing but will do it.  So, once a fortnight, just before the green bin is due out, I can been seen jumping on boxes, making sure all the plastic bottles have their tops off because apparently the bottle can be recycled but not the lids (🤔) and sorting through the bins in my house that are not in the kitchen to make sure I’m doing it right.  I then make several trips up and down the stairs to cart all this into the green recycling bin.

Before anyone worries that I’m drowning under recycling until I do this, I’m not.  I have an alcove in my kitchen where my recycling stuff is and and I pile it all there in bags before sorting it.  I much prefer sorting it on one night than doing it at the time.  It’s just how I am.  If I had an online dating website profile I’d probably add that.  Recycles in own time. Or something similar.  Don’t rush me on recycling.  I don’t find it attractive.

Anyway, the back bedroom is a focus yet again.  I’m not going to get away with the fact that it’s going to be part laundry room.  I live in Scotland, I need a place to dry things for when I can’t get them outside.  This is 90% of the time.  Although I have, recently, managed to get out towels, linen and general laundry out on the line for a fantastic blow on the line.  In Scotland this is an achievement and has been discussed at length with family, friends and people at work.

I reckon, if I put the effort in (😅) then I can, in the next couple of months, get it into a state of storeroom, bedroom and laundry room.  My office is going to have to remain in my living room.  This is fine but I’ve no storage so now I’m going to have to look at a new desk to accomodate this which I will do.  Although, if I get the back bedroom right I’ll have some storage room there.

Until then though, the back bedroom has a door that remains closed.  No visitors can see.  It’s a nightmare, for me.  Yes, laundry dries there, quickly but no guest could stay there immediately.  I just go in there when I need to and I close the door on it.  It’s where I keep my vacuum cleaner, my spare toilet rolls and my laundry.  Yet it has so much more potential.  Let’s hope we get there. 😫

 

Living on my own: Where does the washing come from?

Four months now I’ve been living on my own and for the life of me I don’t understand why I didn’t do this sooner.

I actually live on a main road now.  At first I thought this would be weird.  Going from a streets where a car passed a couple of times an hour to being a main artery for traffic.  Buses, cars and all sorts of other vehicles going by.  People going by.  Yet it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

I was out gardening a couple of weeks ago, I spent three hours out there putting up new features, planting, repairing and a few other things and the only time my attention went elsewhere was when my neighbour came in as I was cable tying solar lights to the fence.

It was, when I thought about it later, amazing that I could escape into my own world while cars whizzed by, buses full of people went past, people walked past to the school, the park or the shops.  I never noticed them.

Anyway, that is not what I was going to write about.

What I don’t understand is that now I am on my own I have more washing than I ever did.  I’ve only ever did my own washing so that’s not changed, it’s just now there seems so much more.

This is how it is.  I do a washing, the weather is crap so the back bedroom becomes a drying room.  A couple of loads later the washing machine gets switched off and the back bedroom looks like a laundrette, minus Dot Cotton.

What seems like moments later I pass the washing basket and it’s half full.  In reality it’s a couple of days later and I’ve passed the basket several times but it’s when I notice it.  Where’s this washing come from? Have people with keys been coming in and leaving me their laundry? Must be.

To illustrate this, last Friday I did four washes, the washing basket was empty when I returned it to its home in my bedroom.  The towels and bed linen were out on the line, everything else was hanging on two clothes horses in the back bedroom.

Standing at the kitchen window I felt that satisfaction you get when you see your washing flapping in the wind.  Imagining how fresh it will smell when you bring it in.

Yes, I’m a saddo.  This is where my life has ended up.  Spent years clubbing and doing things that will never be blogged about and now I get my thrills from seeing my bath towels billowing in the wind.  Younger readers, you’ll understand this when you get to my age.  You’ll also get a weird satisfaction from tidying your house.  Shiny toilet bowls will make you proud as punch and the glint off a newly cleaned window will be justification for opening that bottle of Prosecco you’ve been saving since Christmas.

To get back on track, washings done on Friday and just before I wrote this blog (Monday evening) I passed the washing basket and it’s half full.  How? HOW?

I’ve not gone into the washing basket but I have thought about what might be in it since Friday.

Underwear, yes.  Despite the fact that I do wear big pants they still shouldn’t be filling up the washing basket.  I worked on Saturday so there’s those clothes.  Still not enough for a half full washing basket.  Pyjama change.  OK.  What’s in there is a mystery.

It’s not the only thing that builds up.  Washing up.  The dishes.  Where do they come from? On Sunday I did my dishes after my early roast.  So by six PM the kitchen was clear.  By Monday morning I could see the bunker beside my sink.

Had I hosted a supper party? No but I had myself a supper of poached eggs on potato scones (delicious by the way) about nine PM.  So there were poach pods, a pan, a plate, a grill pan, a grill handle, a knife and fork, a glass for water.  All that for a snack! Add to that the cups of tea I’d had (three cups and three spoons!) and the plate I needed for my afternoon cake pm Sunday.  Then add to that my Monday morning cuppa, breakfast bowl and spoon.

How have I never noticed this before?

Of course, I have punted the dishes before when the boiler can’t be arsed working.  Why should I make the effort if the bucking boiler doesn’t? It’ll be sitting there looking all worky and then I’ll turn the tap on and it’ll flag up ERR 108 which I have spoken about before.  I cannot repeat what the boiler has been called over the last few days.  I’d surely be arrested under the Boiler Protection Act.

So yes, I have sympathy with people living on their own who just don’t know where everything comes from.  Last week I walked into Fox Towers and looked around and I genuinely wasn’t sure if I had been burgled or not.  Why was this? I’ve been working, seeing friends and family and the hoose has just been a place to sleep.  It had become a mess.

I gutted it last Thursday.  Apart from my desk, that’ll never be tidy.

In recent times I have had some strange folk following me.  Folk who live their lives on social media.  They think they don’t, but they do.  They get a bit enraged if you don’t comply with their views.

May your laundry pile lessen.

Red cards and handbags at Tannadice but Hibs win, the league is ours

In all honesty I have no idea where to start with this blog.  After watching Dundee Utd v Hibs I am under no illusions who is the better team (Hibs – natch) but what a game.  What a refereeing disaster.

I’ll admit to nerves going into this game.  Hibs Cup performances of late have been off the park but our leagues games have not been great.  Scrappy, perhaps. Continue reading

Cup romance must wait, Hibs need to woo the League

‘Here we go, two in a row’.  It’s got a nice ring about it.  The cup romance is still with us.  We’re still in love with the whole experience.  Having failed to win it in 114-years we now face the fairytale of winning it for the second time.  Oh what a time to be alive.

I don’t like bringing this up but I’m sure every Hibby remembers Sunday the 25th May 2014.  We remember all right.  After an absolute shambles Hibs were relegated from the SPL to the Scottish Championship.  I remember the feeling of being absolutely lost.  I remember the tears running down my cheeks, the scarves flying from above me onto the pitch.  The boos.  I saw other people crying, children and adults.  Old timers too. Continue reading

Living on my own *not a football blog*

I’m aware the whole site has become a bit Hibernian related recently and that is fine for followers who are Hibernian supporters, or even interested in football.  For people who follow me for other reasons it’s probably getting a bit wearing.

So here’s a blog about living on my own.  No, not the wonderful Queen song, but the actual act of living alone.  Is living alone an act? Who knows? It’s certainly interesting. Continue reading

Hibs must make league priority, Twitter has loan meltdown

If there’s one thing that any Hibs fan knows with absolute certainty it’s that if there is a hard way to do something Hibs will pick to do it that way.

The derby cup mauling of the Jambos was only just over a week ago but it seems much longer than that as Hibs seem to have lost their way a bit in the league.  Prior to the cup derby game there was the soul destroying point at Raith which led to Neil Lennon’s heavy criticism of his team. Continue reading

Second fifth round Derby defeat puts Hibs in charge of the City

I’d been buzzing all week for this derby.  Whatever I’ve been doing it’s been there in my mind, somewhere in my mind there was a rendition of Hibs, Hibs or Here We Go, Two in a Row going on.  I was also singing Hibs, Hibs but using other words like “Clips, Clips” and when at home in my freezer “Chips, Chips”. Continue reading