We Came.. we saw... we lost.

ABERDEEN 0 - 1 RANGERS

A reasonable effort from the goons in red against the west coast, rat-fucking scum... Rangers to the uninitiated... ended in a few half chances and another beating.  We get beat more often than a red-headed step-child, but defeats to the forces of darkness always rankle.

If you're unfamiliar with Scottish football then some kind of an explanation of what Rangers is would seem to be in order.  Probably the best way to describe them is this.

Picture Adolph Hitler.  Close your eyes, and just imagine Adolph Hitler.  Got him?  Okay, now imagine that Hitler is a sectarian, hatemongering pedophile and  rapist, as well as an anti-semitic mass murderer with all the morals of a rabid weasel in a box of chickens.

Are you imagining that?

Good.

Now, try to imagine something about a million times worse than a kiddy fiddling, jew-murdering rapist NAZI. And try, if you can, to imagine the stench of stale piss, shit, beer and cigarettes.  Now put those images together.

Now put a blue and white scarf around the neck of whatever you're imagining.

And now have it say, "We arra peepul, byraway bigman, but!"

Okay, we now have a working model of how a Rangers supporter looks, smells, and sound.

If the Devil were real, rather than the fictional evil counterpoint to the fictional sky-daddy in the clouds, then it's safe to say that even Satan himself would cross the street.. fuck it, he'd cross a thousand lane motorway, just to avoid coming into contact with a Rangers supporter if he could.

So, anyway, a single goal was enough to see off the challenge of the Special Kids in Red at Pittodrie.  Though only about 11,000 people bothered turning up to watch the ritual slaughter, despite it being one of the biggest matches of the year.

A lot of factors contributed to the small attendance.  Nothing to play for, no-one wants to watch Aberdeen, no chance of a top six place, no-one wants to watch Aberdeen, a lot of injuries to the squad, no-one wants to watch Aberdeen, a low key build up, and of course no-one wants to watch Aberdeen.

Watching Aberdeen try to play football is a lot like watching a blind puppy try to negotiate an untidy room. You're rooting for the little fella, but the best it can do is fall over its own feet and shit itself in desperation.

We are that blind little puppy covered in shit.

We still smell better than the Huns though.

Match Report: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/scot_prem/9454874.stm