• A Postcard From Billy If you’re looking for some off-season Billy, here’s a quick one – a Word Cloud I created from the McLeish Report. What’s a Word Cloud?  A visualisation of the relative frequency of words in a piece of text – which can give insights into that text. In this case, I cut and pasted the entire […] Pete Reid
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    June 23, 2011
  • Nostra Who? Mad Christian Harold Camping was reportedly “flabbergasted” that the Rapture didn’t take place last Saturday, May 21, as he had confidently predicted. I am similarly flabbergasted that Kilmarnock weren’t relegated, as I assuredly stated on August 12: “I can’t see them anywhere other than last place.” Camping is now saying the Rapture was spiritual, not […] Billy Williamson
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    May 26, 2011
  • Get It Right F***ing Up You, Ya Clown Ya We’re in the middle of trophy season, so welcome to the inaugaural, and possibly only, GIRUY awards.  There are three categories of award: GIRUY, for an irritant or idiot; GIRFUY, for a person harming our game; and GIRFUY, YCY, for someone putting our game in mortal danger (the C doesn’t stand for “Clown”). Billy Williamson
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    May 19, 2011
  • A Rugby Park Reckoning I never bet on my team.  It’s a rule I’ve followed since I was in high school, when I wagered with a Dons-supporting friend that Rangers would beat Aberdeen.  Rangers lost, and I am convinced to this day we would have beaten them if I hadn’t made that bet. So allow me to sit on […] Billy Williamson
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    May 12, 2011
  • A Miss in Time The Old Firm Decider the other week had few highlights, but the one truly memorable moment was something you don’t see very often: a top-drawer penalty save. Samaras struck a decent enough shot, but McGregor guessed well, got down to his left, and stopped the Celtic fans behind him from erupting in delight at a […] Billy Williamson
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    May 5, 2011
  • From the “Remember When We Used To Qualify?” Archives: Euro ’92 Two adult Scotsmen from Renfrew, on a pristine lawn, in the sunshine. One on his hands and knees being dry-humped, doggy-style, by the other. Behind them, valiantly ignoring this advert for the perils of alcohol, a choir of virginal schoolchildren. In a bar up the road, an empty litre-and-a-half bottle of Imperial vodka. Billy Williamson
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    April 28, 2011
  • Decisions, Decisions It’s that time of year again: nicer weather, Cadbury’s Cream Eggs, and the Old Firm Decider. This Sunday, Celtic visit Ibrox for the third time since August – the two teams matching off for a record seventh time in one season.  If familiarity breeds contempt, then referee Craig Thomson had better get his arm ready […] Billy Williamson
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    April 21, 2011
  • Scottish Football Association Ltd vs Paul McBride QC I’m not a lawyer, but in the last few months I’ve learned a few things about defamation.  Paul McBride IS a lawyer, and a good one at that, but he should ask for a copy of my lecture notes before he opens his mouth again and further libels the SFA. Billy Williamson
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    April 14, 2011
  • There’s Even A Royal Wedding On It was back to the eighties at Fir Park, Motherwell, last Saturday.  No, it wasn’t a retro disco night featuring Kajagoogoo, shoulder pads, and men with snoods wearing too much eyeshadow.  Aberdeen manager Craig Brown and Motherwell chairman John Boyle recreated a classic 80s hooligan scene: the top boys from Aberdeen’s Soccer Crew and Motherwell’s […] Billy Williamson
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    April 7, 2011