Diary of a Toad Part 3

Dear Diary…

You know, sometimes I wonder why I bother, I really do. I mean, all MY team had to do was beat the Huns at Castle Greyskull, nothing more difficult than that, no, just a few goals past Klos without reply. And what do they do? Shite it, that’s what! 4-0!! Four bloody nil!!

Now I know some folk think I’m biased just cos I’ve got Sellic in my blood (probably explains my green skin! Ribbit! Ribbit! Oh, I’m such a comedian, so I am!), but I’m not. Just cos I got the heave from the hallowed portals of Parkhead by that McCann bloke means nothing. I never set out to make Livi a “Wee Sellic” or anything, no danger. Fair enough I hired a few ex-Celts and maybe encouraged the lads to roll-over when they visited Sellic Park. And maybe I had the odd understanding with St Martin to make life a bit easier for my beloved Hoops, but that doesn’t mean I never cried when Livi got whipped 5-0 last season.

I mean, we could’ve made it 9 but decided to take it easy as I was Chairman of the opposition after all. Did I say “was”? I meant AM!!!

Damn that Kinder, faker that’s what he is! A pretender! Everyone knows I’M the rightful chairman, not that jumped-up golly. The sooner I’m back in charge the better. Oh, I’m gonna let them all suffer for this Diary, mark me! I’d make sure we whipped those Orange b*stards home or away! See if Livi don’t let in at least 3 next time they visit Parkhead, that Preston’s name will be top of the list when I’m King of the World! Maybe arrange a wee ‘accident’ with a chainsaw or something.

Anyway, I better go now. I’ve got a list to make up…

Speak soon

Luv D x