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Some of you might know, my Dad passed away just before Christmas, and its been a tough old time for my Mum, my brothers, and our family. I heard Hibs were heading to the place in Spain I go every summer, often taking my Mum and Dad with me, how could I not go, the place I love, the team I love playing there?
So tomorrow lunchtime, a fellow Hibs daft bouncer, Glenn, will pick me up at lunchtime, we will drive down to Prestwick, where we will meet FieryJack, Lost Tribe of the Good *&*^ No 1 Hibs dafty, also of this manor and head via Ryanair to Malaga Airport where we will be met by Tully and his Missus, also of the bounce, pick up a hire car and head down to the area of Spain just beyond the Costa Del Sol to see Hibernian play. Peeve will be skipped, the early kick off means heading down there by coche tomorrow night, although speaking to contacts over there, we may squeeze in a late night cerveza or cidra or 10 on arrival. I know of at least 20 other Hibs daft people heading, we are Hibs daft, all of us, you for reading this, us for spending money we should save or dinnae have, but its Hibs eh?
Its been a quiet start to the window, looks like the goalie boy is away, weird one but I always want to call him Carson, fucked if I can mind his name typing this? Jackson to Bolt.........on, others to go. Jack saying money is tight, its one in, one out, we can of course suggest the same when the fucking pricks come looking for season ticket cash next month, I reckon fans will be telling the truth, we are a bit skinto, them, well, they think our heads are zipped up the back.
But love and credit cards conquer all, so what do I want to see as the almost tropical 17oC heat sweeps past the smell of horse shite on both the Polo Fields and the Board members who I fully expect to be very uncomfortable in the close quarter company of Hibs fans at the Santa Maria Polo Club in Sotogrande, Provincia Cadiz, Andalucia.
Goals - Adam Bogdan first half, Rocky second, welcome back and a welcome retention.
His Lordship, Sir David Gray first half, his no bad as a number two, slow as a week in el Penitenciario, Naismith second
Daz first half, Porto second, hard as fucking nails the two of them.
Paul, well, just cause.
Lewis, my hero and yet weirdly criticised by some?
Melker is magic, unless we have a younger blend of Marv and Millie, I expect him to do the whole game. Mallan is home injured, playing with his puppies.
Slivka first half, fuck knows second? Horgan to replace him?
Scottie for 60 minutes then fuck knows? Mallan is home injured, no sure who fits there?
Boyler, recently magical, worth the trip on its own.
Flo, a personal fave when he plays, again moaned at by too many Hibs weirdos. Will be taken off for Oli after scoring two when a hatrick is on the cards.
Doidge will play, he must score although he will stay on whilst the far better Flo will be switched for Oli.
Its a friendly, none of the above may apply and Willem II are fouth in the Eridivisie, so proper competition and a tough game. I wont be swapping shirts with them.
Post match its back to my summer locals for cheap beer, roast rabbit and chips, or steamed cabbage and squid for vegetarian FieryJack, or a kebab and a fight. Sabado will involve a night out with the daughter of another bouncer, Jimmy from Shetland and her Pompey man, possibly with a wee peeve in Jackie Mac's pub in Fuengirola and free pints in yet another bouncer's pals bar that I cannae find the name of! Then, a kebab and a fight.
So, a quiet weekend that Hibs couldnae spoil if they tried, I am looking forward to it, Hibs on tour, Hibs in Europe, your pals, your Hibs pals, whatever, wherever, its the best.
WE are Hibernian FC!
Vamos Heebs!
Hibernian Forever.
So tomorrow lunchtime, a fellow Hibs daft bouncer, Glenn, will pick me up at lunchtime, we will drive down to Prestwick, where we will meet FieryJack, Lost Tribe of the Good *&*^ No 1 Hibs dafty, also of this manor and head via Ryanair to Malaga Airport where we will be met by Tully and his Missus, also of the bounce, pick up a hire car and head down to the area of Spain just beyond the Costa Del Sol to see Hibernian play. Peeve will be skipped, the early kick off means heading down there by coche tomorrow night, although speaking to contacts over there, we may squeeze in a late night cerveza or cidra or 10 on arrival. I know of at least 20 other Hibs daft people heading, we are Hibs daft, all of us, you for reading this, us for spending money we should save or dinnae have, but its Hibs eh?
Its been a quiet start to the window, looks like the goalie boy is away, weird one but I always want to call him Carson, fucked if I can mind his name typing this? Jackson to Bolt.........on, others to go. Jack saying money is tight, its one in, one out, we can of course suggest the same when the fucking pricks come looking for season ticket cash next month, I reckon fans will be telling the truth, we are a bit skinto, them, well, they think our heads are zipped up the back.
But love and credit cards conquer all, so what do I want to see as the almost tropical 17oC heat sweeps past the smell of horse shite on both the Polo Fields and the Board members who I fully expect to be very uncomfortable in the close quarter company of Hibs fans at the Santa Maria Polo Club in Sotogrande, Provincia Cadiz, Andalucia.
Goals - Adam Bogdan first half, Rocky second, welcome back and a welcome retention.
His Lordship, Sir David Gray first half, his no bad as a number two, slow as a week in el Penitenciario, Naismith second
Daz first half, Porto second, hard as fucking nails the two of them.
Paul, well, just cause.
Lewis, my hero and yet weirdly criticised by some?
Melker is magic, unless we have a younger blend of Marv and Millie, I expect him to do the whole game. Mallan is home injured, playing with his puppies.
Slivka first half, fuck knows second? Horgan to replace him?
Scottie for 60 minutes then fuck knows? Mallan is home injured, no sure who fits there?
Boyler, recently magical, worth the trip on its own.
Flo, a personal fave when he plays, again moaned at by too many Hibs weirdos. Will be taken off for Oli after scoring two when a hatrick is on the cards.
Doidge will play, he must score although he will stay on whilst the far better Flo will be switched for Oli.
Its a friendly, none of the above may apply and Willem II are fouth in the Eridivisie, so proper competition and a tough game. I wont be swapping shirts with them.
Post match its back to my summer locals for cheap beer, roast rabbit and chips, or steamed cabbage and squid for vegetarian FieryJack, or a kebab and a fight. Sabado will involve a night out with the daughter of another bouncer, Jimmy from Shetland and her Pompey man, possibly with a wee peeve in Jackie Mac's pub in Fuengirola and free pints in yet another bouncer's pals bar that I cannae find the name of! Then, a kebab and a fight.
So, a quiet weekend that Hibs couldnae spoil if they tried, I am looking forward to it, Hibs on tour, Hibs in Europe, your pals, your Hibs pals, whatever, wherever, its the best.
WE are Hibernian FC!
Vamos Heebs!
Hibernian Forever.
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