Masters of the obvious, I know, but the Scottish Premier League is absolute pants.
It's hard to motivate yourself to get up before dawn to subject yourself to the inevitable. It only gets exciting when one of the old codgers looses his teeth as he's belting out some sort of abuse.
Something must be done.
It's hard to motivate yourself to get up before dawn to subject yourself to the inevitable. It only gets exciting when one of the old codgers looses his teeth as he's belting out some sort of abuse.
Something must be done.