Despite being engulfed by what appeared to be the River Tay bursting
its banks and detained by the Grandmaster’s sadomasochistic aerial
games, the party soon made it along the tourist route to Montrose.
Now, seriously, big apologies to any Bear stuck in Montrose. Not because it is a horrible place, it’s braw, but, well, it’s kinda stuck in the 80’s. The Seafront Splash offered none of the thrills imagined (though the view was quite beautiful) and the girls in the local chippy were like the offspring of the Tennent’s Special girls, only with the hair on their faces.
To the game itself; a match not without some action but devoid of any
prolonged excitement and punctuated by the bizarre decisions of the
referee.
Aberdeen took the lead with a well-struck penalty, after a
well-intentioned decision, which, well, most of the decent crowd
couldn’t understand. Ross McCormack equalized with ball number two
(first one lost on the putting green roof) driving an excellent free
kick into the top right hand of the net.
By halftime the ref had become more flustered, less adequate, and had sent off a poor wee lamb for a mixture of bad tackling and poor annunciation. Worse was to follow for the woolen one, as he cried on the way off, and his mother wept at half-time at the injustice of it all - holding up the Bovril queue as she blubbed and blasted the bias against the Quines and Loons.
Although Aberdeen were de-bleated throughout the second half, the
numerical superiority enjoyed by Rangers did not prove sufficient.
McCormack’s second, a fine shot from the edge of the box, was later
cancelled out by a fine penalty box header from Sheepy.
On the evidence of tonight’s game, the reserves offer little as a
reservoir of talent for the first team to utilize. Malcolm and Ross
improved as the game went on, and McCormack offers quality from a set
piece situation, but too many of the others, many of them midgets,
don’t offer enough at this stage.
MDC