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Coastalblog scoops Times, then forgets to mention it.

Now, we are a varied bunch of supporters here at Coastal Towers. I myself am Spurs born and bred, when Liverpool are winning Jim pretends to take an interest (that's not strictly fair, it just seems that whenever they register a loss I can't seem to find him for a couple of days) and Roe remains stoutly, if misguidedly, loyal to Grimsby Town.

However there's one team which captured our hearts earlier this season, and to whom my loyalties, if I only I could, would switch.

Step forward FOrt William FC. Now, the Scottish league is routinely derided here in England. I recall Gretna Green, when they played in the Unibond, getting absolutely twatted by Burscough, a village marginally smaller than my living room. Gretna switched leagues and are currently top of the Scottish division two, Burscough are two whole divisions away from playing league football. So it follows that the Highland league, scottish non-league, is perhaps not of the most forbidding standard. Unless you're Fort William, whose record at one point this season stood P17, L17 with a goal difference of -63. Goals for 7. Goals against 70. That's roughly averaging a loss of 4-0 each game.

Jim and I spotted this hapless bunch when they were a mere P15, L15, and promptly a wager was struck over the total amount of goals they'll concede this season. Jim, ever the pessimist concluded that the total would be in excess of 120. I , feeling confident of a late leason rally reckoned the spread would be 110-115.

Checking up, I am pleased to note that on January 14th the Fort managed a plucky 2-2 draw against mighty mighty Lossiemouth (no fewer than three places higher), and although this was followed by a 4-0 thumping at Huntly it's worth pointing out that they're second in the league, and beat the Fort 9-1 the previous time out. This, coupled with a highly creditable 2-1 loss to third placed Buckie Thistle leads me to believe that the corner has been turned, and the bet is secured.

Lest you think this post is all mockery I would plead that it isn't, what with the British love of the underdog, I genuinely want poor, put upon Fort William to do well, and if you scroll down their website a bit, you will note that the ground has to be one of the most gorgeous in Britain. So pledge your support for the Fort. Come on, you know you want them to do well.

(and as for the Times? Those chancers didn't get in on the act until a week later than us. The article is worth reading mainly for the phrase "This is very much a shinty town")

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