Fresh off the back of our first glorious victory, we had no time to savour its sweet taste as the biggest game of our season loomed large on the horizon: a relegation six pointer against last placed Spoons FC. Despite our previous woes, this was the first fixture we were confident of winning. The Durties had been on a continuous upward curve since our mauling in Gameweek 1 and now that we had all had a nibble of that winning feeling we were hungry for another bite (as long as it wasn't derived from animals). Our captain and resident Gerrard fanatic Scott Martin had words of caution for the squad, admonishing us to keep our intensity levels as high as last week and to not slip up as per his idol. We all wanted to achieve our aim of finishing the blog and the halfway point of the season on as high a note as possible, with us well on track to achieve our end of season targets of not finishing last and getting more points on the board than Dundee will this season. In dangerously upbea...
3 opponents faced. 3 losses. Needless to say, morale was beginning to dip in the Durty camp but the season showed no sign of relenting as our next clash pitted us against the crappily named but 2nd placed GUT Kick. The squad was agitated in the week building up to our next game-Bycroft wouldn't emerge from the steam room, Ian Robinson had made his move to Canada permanent, and Janek was devouring broccoli at an alarming rate. Something had to be done to steady the (rapidly sinking) ship, and that's how I found myself (very reluctantly) joining Bycroft in his palace of warmth and vapour on the Monday afternoon before the game for a crisis meeting. I cannot and will never reveal what happened during the 30 minutes we spent together in that room, but it provided an extremely cathartic experience as well as providing loose muscles and clean pores, and we emerged raring to go. In true Durty fashion, however, circumstances moved against us before the game had even began. We could on...