Now read on................) The plane banked sharply from side to side as the passengers screamed. "Fur fecks sake," moaned Mickey Finn: "I know you!" The Arabic terrorist stared at the interrupting Irish dwarf. "You're Alan McInally! You used to be a Hindu mystic! And before that you played for Celtic, Ayr, Kilmarnock and Bayern Munich!" Finn screamed as the engines moaned. "Silence Infidel!" yelled McInally: "I realised, in my short time at Brigadoon Rovers, that the only way was the way of totally pointless violence! That is why I am prepared to kill myself and everyone else on this plane. In the name of peace!!!" The plane banked sharply to the left. Finn could see the floodlights of the Shyboy Excelsior from the window. --------------------------
--------------------------- "Wheeep" Stuart Dougal's whistle sounded the start of the third round CIS cup tie. Zorro trapped the ball with his sword as Alistair Alexander once again took up the story: "Welcome to this pulsating third round CIS cup tie at a windy Shyboy Excelsior. Lennon to take a free kick. No. He's too slow. Millar takes it. To Maloney. Beats his man. And another. And another. And another. Sensational from Maloney. To Millar. Double back flip and bicycle kicked back to Maloney. But the boards are up! Double substitution. Maloney and Millar go off. On come Raphael Sh1te and Tom Boyd." ------------------------ "Feckin shower of useless cnts," yelled Docherty: "I'll feckin kill ye'se all" he paused to karate kick a 5 year old girl in the front row. Simon Weisanthal looked on in horror. He ran to his boss. "Gaffer. I think you've got that Toxoplasmosis off of cats that changes your personality!" He cried. "Feck off ya Jewish Bass," Rampaged Docherty: "nae pussy tells me how tae feel!!" Weisanthal produced a tiny kitten, mewling softly in his hand. "Kill it boss!" He yelled: "It's the only way to be free of the curse!" Docherty ran, snarling to the tiny, cute, ickle beastie and, with a scream, ripped off it's furry head. He collapsed to the turf. "Oh my God!" He yelled in contrition: "What have I been doing!! I'm sane again. And we're playin' Celtic!" ----------------------------------
The game went on. "Pass from Lennon. No - far too slow. Back to Lambert. To Petrov! He falls over !! Penalty to Celtic in the dieing moments!" Stilian Petrov looked up at the antics of Dec out of Ant and Dec. "I vill score past this fool any time" he spat. A huge roar caught his ear. He glanced up. A huge passenger jet filled his vision, diving towards the stadium. "Oh my God," Screamed Neil Lennon: "It's the Cardiff Celtic Supporters Club!!" ------------------------ So what happens next? Will a huge fireball destroy all of the Celtic and Brigadoon players meaning I don't have to write this anymore? Will extremist Islamic fundamentalism succeed? All this, and considerably less, will be explained in....Brigadoon Rovers 19!!!!!! | ||||||
Editorial Team Ger Harley (ger@scottishfitba.net) |
