Michael Charles, pugilist MD at your service.

This blog was going to be called "How the f**k are you guys coming last - part 2", but after the extraordinary events of yesterday this title is more appropriate.

Its been a big week for the Whites, with 3 matches in 7 days testing our endurance and squad fitness. Although tough, it brought the best out of the team and we could have easily collected 12 points from all our july matches if you include the earlier figtree game. To lose 3 games by a goal scored in the final 5 minutes, two being offside, is character building to say the least. If Les is lost for words as indicated in the flurry of emails this week from the team, then our run of bad luck must be staggering. As we know Les is not often lost for words.

But another point raised in the email banter was that there isnt a team in this comp we cant beat.We lost to Fernhill after leading 1-0 at halftime, was 1-1 with Russell Vale till their linesman forgot the rules, then yesterday Balgownie score from a long throw, possibly the gayest way to score and didnt threaten much other than that. Against Fernhill we had a iron clad penalty shout for handball turned down, and one given against us when their striker falls over in front of Trev.

All this is irrelevant when you return to the title of this blog. The Whites have been getting cranky for a while now, I think originating when Dave got on the angry pills against Old Boys. Smiling and chatting through matches till then, he dead set got the shits after a own goal and a penalty given against him, and started to give a bit back. Alan and Doug then get into some argy bargy at various times, Les gives a bit of lip occasionally to rile the opposition up, and Jon decides to take on 6'4'' 15 stone Paddy from RV, luckily the ref was 2 metres away, so what happened against Bally was brewing. Who would have thought it would involve the quietest man on the team?

Mick Charles commented on Wednesday night after the game "How come you guys are all dirty and I'm clean?" Clean you are no more Mick. Collecting the ball near halfway and scooting up the right side, with a Bally defender sticking to him like poo to a blanket occasionally putting a boot in to try and dispossess, Mick ends up getting pushed over. "Well if I'm going down your coming down with me" thinks our no.9, and bear hugs the Bally player to the ground. Obviously not appreciated, Mick is meet with a blur of punches while still on the ground (post match examination shows a sore neck) and held off the ground by his hair. His response to his boxing partner? "Only girls pull hair." Absolutely priceless.

So we are stronger,fitter, more skillful, but most important of all, no more mister nice guys. Beware the opposition of our last 5 games. And to Alex, lovely to have you back. You didnt do much yesterday, but the touch on for the Whites goal was exquisite.