The Sporting Post is well established as a firm favourite with football fans in Dundee and is
essential Saturday evening reading for most of them. The speed with which it hits the streets
means that many fans are still in the boozer discussing the match when the Post arrives,
signalling the usual ritual of scrutinising the report on the match you've just seen, then every other
match that day, then the forming of teams for the sports quiz. Then the drink-fuelled arguments about
the cheating...
Many older Arabs will remember with fondness the way The Post used to look. Some years ago the front page of the
paper was radically altered to include a full match report. Before that, the paper was devoted to a column
entitled "It All Happened Today!" This was a round up of all the days events in a crazy off-beat style.
For younger Arabs, we have reproduced a few of the gems penned by this anonymous nutcase!
Where is he now? And if released from his straight-jacket, come on DC Thomsons, bring him back! Talent like this deserves a come-back.
It was the kind of thriller which had the fans suffering from limp eyeballs by half-time. Hamish McAlpine stopped shots from all angles and Rangers must have thought he had hands as big as dustbin lids.
When Rooney rounded keeper Stewart after half an hour and plunked the ball in the net, Rangers fans were as sick as if they'd eaten an unskinned hedgehog.
Celtic went ahead against Airdrie before the teams had their chewing-gum properly softened.
Reilly, racing in, scored from close range leaving the Ibrox defenders as bewildered as a colour-blind snooker player.
It was clear from the early gusto of Rangers and Dundee United that the Nobel Peace Prize was not going to won at Ibrox. Milne opened the scoring after a quarter of an hour. Bannon gave him head waiter service.
Rangers took the lead in 16 minutes at Parkhead and on Hallowe'en it was perhaps appropriate that a Swede scored.
United could have free-wheeled with their feet on the handlebars after the break, but they continued to give the fans plenty entertainment.
Snow and rain gave the pitch a tattie soup texture, but it didn't prevent St. Johnstone from dipping their bread in the gravy.
It was the kind of match where you felt someone would need a teeth transplant before the end.
By this time Killie fans felt their defence had grounds to apply for a Government improvement grant.
The Tangerines kept casting their bread upon the waters and just after the half-hour they were rewarded with some toast.
In the 52nd minute Celtic fans couldn't have been more surprised if they'd been drawn against Third Lanark in the next round of the Cup.
Some of the Dundee players wore track-suit trousers under their shorts on a day when even the goalposts needed thermal underwear.
Four minutes later Bannon took a corner, Gough headed it on and Sturrock with a cute head flick made it two for United with a goal as cheeky as a barmaid's wink.
Dundee claimed a penalty when Clark dispossessed Mackie, but the ref said the ball was untouched by human hand.
Rangers went in front against St. Mirren in 20 minutes when keeper Thomson half saved Bett's shot and MacDonald was lying handy to mop up the gravy.
Two minutes later the spirits of the Dons fans fell with a thud like an Arab's wallet dropping when a Bannon cross was knocked on by Pettigrew to Holt whose left foot volley from 10 yards hit the net.
Rangers fans showed that though booze is banned in football grounds, boos are still permitted.
From then on it was a duel between Saints and the Doonhamers' keeper Ball. The old warhorse showed with some scintillating saves that he isn't ready for the glue factory yet.
Just on the half-hour, Queens Park equalised with a blast from 15 yards which left the Saints' keeper looking like the Venus de Milo.
With the Morton defence now running around like headless chickens, Dodds made it five with a diving header just on the break.
The first half was as bad-tempered as a bag of hungry ferrets and Duffy of Morton was sent off.
Sturrock, who at times had the Greenock defence running round like the contents of a spilled box of Maltesers, put United ahead with a neat flick in 70 minutes.
A brilliant brew from United. They're made of girders.
A Scanlon cross left McDougall enough time to have grown a moustache before tapping the ball home to put St. Mirren ahead.
The Dens crowd roared like a tiger with toothache and scored the linesman's name off their Christmas card list.
Right from the start at Love Street it looked like being a Cecil B. De Sturrock spectacular.
Kilgour got number 4 for the Perth side in a scuffle when the ball was spinning around like a runaway peerie.
Morton of Saints was sent for premature ablutions near the end after his second foul of the game.