Archives for March 2009

As our assistant manager, Derek Townsley, quite rightly told us after the game on Saturday, "We don't have the most talented squad in the division but we work our socks off for each other."

Obviously this wasn't the greatest compliment in the world, but after giving the big man a bit of stick we settled down and took his words of wisdom on the chin.

We do have good footballers in our squad - quite a few, in fact - but we know that our fitness, work rate and team spirit are the main reasons for our successful season so far.

Sitting in the dressing room with Dougie Calder and Bob Campbell, the three of us knew that, on paper, Dumbarton had a more talented squad than we did.

I'm sure the rest of the lads felt the same as they flicked through the match-day programmes before kick-off.

Despite this, I can honestly say that I sensed a confidence from every one of the players and the management team that we could get a result at the most difficult away venue in the third division.

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I thought I would leave my blog to the last minute after receiving a little stick regarding last week's topic. I wrote about Spanish football and how exciting it is to watch - only for Liverpool to thump Real Madrid 4-0 after my column had gone to press!

Surely that was still exciting though?

Anyway, you can't win them all I suppose.

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Please tell me that some of you had the pleasure of watching the second half of the Madrid derby on Saturday night.

If not, you missed out on what I thought was just about the most amazing 45 minutes I have ever witnessed in football.

The style of play from both sides was quite incredible, especially from Atletico, who played the counter attack almost perfectly.

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Hello to everyone once again, I hope you are all well.

Well it's not Loch Lomond but I'm delighted to be writing this week's column on the team bus to Forfar, even if a little surprised.

I returned the manager's call on Monday afternoon only to hear him pounding the treadmill, would you believe?

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