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---------------------- Kurt Hitler lurked in the car park, waiting for an opportunity to put his plan into action. A police equestrian unit occluded the view of where Docherty and his players would emerge. An echoing voice sounded in Hitlers ears: "Use the horse Kurt, Use the horse" The Aryan athlete whispered: "Ist that you Littlejohn?" "This is your chance Kurt" the pasty apparition whispered: "Kill him now!" At that moment, the tough talking manager of Brigadoon RoversX2 emerged from the door of the main stand. "Now!" the ghostly Littlejohn screamed. Hitler jumped and grabbed the police horses tail. The horse bolted toward the fat bastrd, neighing in a mad way, its mane flying in the wind, Docherty caught like a rabbit in headlights as the equine death beast bore down upon him. "Nooooo!!!" Screamed Docherty "Adidas!! You're not an only child" The bosses daughter, clad in Nirvana T-short, baggies and braids looked up. " Look after Finegan Swake for me!" roared the doomed boss as iron shod slaughter prepared to roll over him. "Oh I'll look after him alright" the black attired semi-minger said "I'll look after him. FOREVER!!" To be continued...... Will Dochery survive the latest in a continuous line of ill-conceived assassination attempts? Has the ultra-fertile footballing legend notched up another conquest? What did Adidas' cryptic comment mean? Is anyone still reading this? Next Episode - Brigadoon Rovers IX - And They Called him the Irish Rover. | |||||
Editorial Team Ger Harley (ger@scottishfitba.net) |
