Voice of Reason: 29 January 2009

Jan 30 2009

Davie Harkness, Dougie Morton

WELL it had to happen sometime, and Ayrshire's little team are finally enjoying their day in the sun.

But what’s this? Snivelling Jim Jefferies apparently used a copy of the Ayrshire Post as his team talk for the big game.

Judging by their abysmal league form, he should try subscribing to our weekly publication and use it more often. Let’s strip this down.

While Jeff’s flops returned to their normal junk without a Post in sight on Sunday, we got on with the serious business.

There’s a title to be won at the right end of the A77 and this Saturday’s clash with Raith is monstrous stuff.

Victory puts us within an armpit hair of the league summit. Great to be involved in meaningful football as the season reaches its climax.

PROOF that old age softens the soul. Check out my pictorial evidence of groundsman Davie Harkness buying a half-time draw ticket on Sunday.

Nothing strange in that, you’d probably think. Well look again, and have a gander at the grin on lotto man Dougie Morton’s coupon.

Why’s he so delighted at the sale? “In my four years of doing this, I’ve never persuaded Harko to buy a ticket. This is incredible,” exclaimed Morton.

Justice was done as Harkness failed to win the £200 top prize.

BUMPED into a true football fan outside Somerset Park on Sunday. Craig Nolan wasn’t exactly hard to miss in his luminous orange Sheffield Wednesday shirt.

The Yorkshire railway worker had stopped by our glorious stadium as part of his UK ground bagging tour.

Anorak readers will know all about this kind of jazz. It’s a top gig – and I know of a few people who are currently attempting it.

Craig had come up for the weekend and watched Morton v Livingston on Saturday before seeing us beat Arbroath.

Although he had to dash off early as he was on the 4.45pm from Newton-on-Ayr back to Sheffield. Lovely stuff.

THE VoR has decided it’s time to get healthy. So I’ve enrolled Ayr United nutritionist Molly Cameron to sort out my junk diet. Not an easy task.

She got me to fill in a ‘food journal’ which charted everything I ate and drank over a one week period.

And I mean everything. The results weren’t pretty, and it’s left Molly C with a headache.

“Basically you have the diet of a young man,” mused Molls. “Now we have to get you eating like a grown up.” Harsh. The VoR now awaits his own unique diet plan, as drawn up by Molly, which kicks off next week. It better include pies.