Better clear something up. I didn't have a pop at Bannockburn for arrogance. I had a pop at their sideline for shouting all sorts of abuse during the game. They have some good players...without doubt. Are they as good as the Drum and Colville? I very much doubt. Not yet anyway. That's just from one game tho so maybe they are better than they showed at the weekend.

But to criticise a sideline doesn't mean you are calling the team cocky! Or arrogant. Or anything else. So for the two lads that are maybe a little less intelligent than most that has not been something I've accused them of.

Moving on, for one of our players to say hopefully come up against you next season then I don't think you can have a go at them. Would you prefer them to say....see you next season if we don't get relegated. what are you on?

In fact, let me leave you with this one. St Pats won't be relegated. Fact. Might not win anything, might get beaten this weekend but I'm more than confident we will win more than enough between now and the end of the season.

Save the post! Come back to me if it backfires!

Been on holiday for a few weeks and seem to have missed a corker of a conversation!!! Can see why tensions run high when big team like Bannockburn lose to another team of the same reputation. Bannockburn one of them most successful amatuer teams ever and will bounce back. Not seen the present side but remember touchline was always crabbit as hell. Pity if thats turned into abuse. Sure there committee will sort that out.

3 wests in the last 11 years not many can say that....

Happydiv11

'There was once a keen hunter named george quaintyre, who lived in a small farmhouse in midwest Canada, you know the scene, like the bottom of 'the rest and be thankful' except alot colder. Anyway eachday he went through the same routine, set his alarm for 6am, chopped logs for the fire then grabbed his 12bore shotgun from next to the coathanger at the front door went out for a bit of hunting Mooooose or brown bear or whatever he came across, everyday for years that was his life...
One day his alarm didnt go off and he woke up at 6:47am looked at his alarm clock, gave it a shake turned his palms skywords and let out a "Aww far facksake" ran downstairs grabbed his barbour jacket from the coathanger and in a blind panic reached out for what he thought was his favourite toy DINGUS as he would call his gun and grabbed an umbrella... He ran outside past the wood which had been laid in a neat pile gathering frost next to the sparkling axe, ran all the way into the woods, as he got 500yards into the woods a brown bear wandered out infront of him, shitting his already dirty sky blue and mustard Y-fronts old George raised the umbrella and without hesitation pulled an imaginary trigger...and the brown bear dropped dead...
Hows this possible you may ask? Well as a striker you must know that someone else must have been doing the shooting and not old george/david???

Happydiv have you got a mouth my love i answered you lastweek comone no one puts BABY in the corner