Paterson (not the film)

Football! About bloody time I had some fun! Motherwell come a calling. A pal tweets that he can see three points today, whereupon I reply that with Bjorn Johnsen up front we’ll be struggling as the guy is useless (wisely adding that having put that on the record he’ll probably score a hat trick). He didn’t - his third was disallowed. The guy’s a jambo legend. Though he’s still rubbish. I shall regularly abuse him in future. Oh, the banter. So, we won 3-0 but cleared the ball off the line four times so it could have been very different, I guess.
Then beers with Rog, F and young L&P. Rog is off to Cuba in the morning; rather unfortunate timing in that Fidel has finally passed away. Much debunking of his status as a hero of the left is already underway. Well, I stand with Fidel here (ahem, aye, indeed, beret on) - that Batista was a murderous thug; I’d rather live under Castro than Papa Doc any day, and furthermore, although we’ve now seen the consequences of unchecked state control, I really don’t think that was apparent to many in 1959 - there was still a bright and idealistic future for socialism. I have spake - that’s yer lot.