Peek football, Ken, Ken what I mean, Ken? Isn't the peristaraphic game?

It's the end of an era.

Pete Fitball has to say goodnight to the Prince of Gobshites, the purveyor of incoherent half-truths, the numeral-noe murderer by means of vehicular homicide.

Stevie G has left the building, kicked off his brown brogues for the last time, received his final sloppy handshake from Jimmy Bell, touched Lizzie's

titty on the painting one more time for good luck, it's over, and by God, man, the better

point someone just as half-witted for the sake of Pete Football.

You see, Pete Football was born with Stevie. His season was our first season.

Issue 1, back then it was written, arriving just after Aberdeen had put them out the League Cup in 2018.

And his post-match interview was the beginning of a similar pattern we would see over the coming three seasons.

I don't think anyone has played bad today, but as a team, as a group, we are a serious lack of quality and we played two 90 minutes and we

haven't created a single chance so we've got ourselves to blame. If you didn't catch that,

no one played badly except the team as a group. They only have themselves to blame for not

playing badly. But the players were fine but not as a group. Okay? And Joe Warrow,

fuck, remember Joe Warrell? Well, he had support for the boss. Weirdly specific support.

It was a massive opportunity to get to his first cup final as a boss and he is not in it and

neither way, collectively as a team and individually.

It would have been my first cup final too, so I'm a little bit myth that we're not in this one.

In summary, Rangers are not in the final, neither is the Rangers manager nor the Rangers centreback.

Things went from bad to worse for them in 2018 with the next game being a 1-1 home drawer with Commandluck.

Stevie was thoughtful.

I can sit here and protect them all night and take the blame.

If that's what they want, then I will.

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