Voice of Reason: 27 May 2009

May 29 2009 by VoR

IT WAS the greatest day in history. The kind of day that comes along once in a generation.

On Sunday, Ayr United showed exactly why they deserve to be back.

A support that is undoubtedly one of Scotland’s best, travelled to Airdrie and outnumbered the hosts.

They were a beaten outfit before a ball was even kicked.

Sometimes, games aren’t just played on the pitch my friends – we did indeed have 12 men.

This club is a sleeping giant of Scottish football and now it’s time to realise our potential.

Falkirk, St Mirren, Hamilton, K*llie – SPL clubs the lot of them.

But no reason why any should be bigger than us.

Ayr can, and should be, as big as them. The real work starts now.

SPEAKING of which, great budget news for next season. I’m assured Brian Reid has plenty of dough in the kitty.

It may have been party time on Sunday night, but the VoR went in search of answers.

So I cornered chairman Lachlan Cameron and asked how much cash we have to splash.

“Ten million dollars,” claimed our less-than-sober supremo.

I demand the first signing is Kevin James.

AH...the party. As good as the game was, it paled in comparison to the events of Sunday evening.

First up was a celebration at Somerset where players and fans danced on the turf like children.

The VoR took a champagne soaking.

Then we headed for the town and proceeded to drink, dance and sing the night away.

The performance of Dean Keenan and Alex Williams on the karaoke was particularly emotional.

Full marks to Cactus Jaks, who were the hosts for the best shindig in decades.

Just a pity that some establishments in our town couldn’t follow suit, banning Ayr fans from entry because they sported colours.

Who’d have thought you couldn’t celebrate success in your hometown, eh?

THE celebrations of Ryan Stevenson’s goal were indeed wild.

But the VoR was going nuttier than most after pulling the Stevonator from the hat in our bus sweep.

All I needed was the Ayr number 6 to bag the first goal – and I was sailing to the £15 top prize.

Sure enough he delivered, and I was among the first at full time to offer my sincere and heartfelt thanks.

Only for him to demand half of my cash.

That boy needs a new agent because his negotiating skills are rank.

IT’S glory everywhere you look this week.

For the VoR completed his expected victory in the betting challenge to make Sunday an even sweeter day.

Make no mistake, Dougie Morton had threatened a comeback of stunning proportions.

But when it came to the crunch, he went with a whimper in the style of Newcastle United.

However, Morton is nothing if not gracious and knows when to accept that greatness has been in his presence.

“The best man won over the course of the season,” he confessed.

Tremendous stuff from the AUFC lottery linchpin. A true gent.

So £250 is now heading the way of my chosen charity, CLIC Sargent.

And the Ladbrokes Trophy – she’s all mine, baby.