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All good things must come to an end. It was time for me to move on, and while I would miss Dundee FC and all that surrounded it greatly, I left knowing I’d given my all, that the money from my transfer would go a long way towards keeping the club afloat, and that my goals and efforts as a player had played a part in the team standing up to be counted when it mattered. Undefeated in the league

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The life of a footballer is often transient. You become settled in one place then all of a sudden you move on and have to start all over again. A new team in a new location meant you had to start a new life. It’s nothing I’d ever complain too much about because it’s a small sacrifice to make for the inflated wages we earn and the lifestyle we lead. But it’s still hard, especially when you

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When the going gets tough, the tough get going. While it's a cliché to the point of being the title of a Billy Ocean song it is absolutely appropriate when describing Dundee Football Club and its magnificent support in times of crisis. Upon falling into administration for the second time in seven years it was left to those who had little or absolutely nothing to do with causing the problem to

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A scream left Calum Melville's lips in a tortured dream and didn't fade to silence until he was bolt-upright and wide-eyed back in reality. Dawn's sunbeams stretched across the luxury Chicago hotel suite, penetrating the gloom to cast light on the morning-after-the-night-before mess that acted as a projection of his state his mind. Through bleary eyes he looked round to see empty bottles and

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We were on Broughty Ferry beach enjoying the last days of summer. Having received a text message announcing, "Hiya pal! Pure lappin’ up the sun doon Ferry beach. The sandy aine, like. Wiz on the stony aine fur a bit but ended up punchin’ a few o’ the swans that hing aboot there in the pus when they got wide. Ferry cunts frown upon fightin’ the swans. Fuck knows how, they're a bunch o' pricks.

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Darren Jackson had enjoyed a successful career as footballer. He'd spent time at both the Edinburgh clubs, Dundee United, Celtic, and had represented his country on 28 occasions. Most professional players in Scotland would give their right arm for the career Darren Jackson had. When his playing days came to a halt he became an agent, representing a number of Scottish players. Though they draw

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Our summer holiday was over. Most of the lads had been to places like Ibiza, Magaluf, or in Rab Douglas' case, jail. Forgetting his sword-swallowing accomplice, Tony Bullock, had left the club he'd been caught departing Tesco Metro with a trolley full of hairspray and blue and white stripe mushy peas. He did a weekender in Bell Street before he was bailed out. Good old Rab.Pre-season training was

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I stood in perfect white light. It enveloped me, filling all points of my vision. The ground beneath me wasn’t solid yet it held my weight. I couldn’t tell if the edges of the space in which I stood were inches or several miles away, or indeed if there were any real edges at all. It felt like being inside a room without dimension, with indefinable limits, yet somehow it was perfectly formed and

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I woke up one fine summer morning in Caird Park to find a voicemail on my mobile. I stretched the last remnants of sleep out and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face as I left my tepee. I noted the message was from Jocky. He'd called at half three in the morning. 'Hiya Leigh! Hiya pal! By Christ, eh'm fair pished here, like. Just oot the Fairmuir. The Pope invited iz oot fur a quick

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Much is said about "the magic of the cup". It's a competition where anything goes, where the minnows get the chance to swim with the big fish, and where footballing dreams can come true. At the end of the day football's just eleven men against eleven men for 90 minutes, and although the status quo is often maintained in these situations, sometimes.......sometimes the magic actually happens.

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You might have seen this link on the Facebook page, but if not, check it out -http://www.redbubble.com/search/jocky%20scottFucking yas. These tshirts were designed by Pie & Bovril member "el gringo". I'm sure you will agree they're the best o' the teckle.

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"When the time comes to initiate Jocky's Master Plan, Leigh, the first thing I'll do is pull that lever. When that lever is pulled, prepare for the Age of Jocky."-------------------McLean's helicopter had dropped me and Billy of at Dens. Billy left, saying it was past his bed time. I bid him farewell and steadied myself for the meeting with Brannan and Chisholm. I went into Dens and was ushered

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"This is the end, my only friend, the end...."Caird Park. Shit. I'm still only in Caird Park. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle. Or Leith, even......I had a raging hangover. The previous night in the Fairmuir had taken a heavy toll. I looked in the mirror and barely recognised myself. My eyes were bleary and bloodshot, my skin sallow and blotchy. Damn those tasty pints of

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It had been a couple of weeks since I'd met Jocky at Dens for the late night heart-to-heart where he had announced his time at Dens had ended and that he would leave us to get on with it. It had been an emotional night, and one that had affected me quite deeply. The man had spoken from the heart and articulated his true feelings about his love for the club and the pain his dismissal had brought.

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Jocky's departure and subsequent return was a major issue at the club. While Gordon Chisholm was officially managing the team, it was clear Jocky was still "in cherge" to a certain degree. This was not going down well with Chisholm or the Board of Directors. They didn't sack the man only to see him turn up in the dressing room mere days later. The day after the draw with Queen of the South we

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Hiya Jim Traynor, hiya pal!http://youtube.com/watch?v=dX6LV4yl2nc

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Football is a cruel mistress. Those of us who make a living from it walk a slippery slope throughout our careers. The highs turn into lows at the drop of a hat. Dreams turn to nightmares in a heartbeat. The days of patience and loyalty are all but gone. It's a cut-throat business where money talks louder than any other voice in the room. If things aren't going right you run the risk of having it

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Friday night's a quiet one for football players. It's important to eat and rest well on the eve of a game. I was chilling in my tepee in Caird Park. The boss had insisted on taking my iPod and adding a playlist to it for me. 'Geez yir ehPod, pal, Jocky'll put some bumper tunes on it likes. Beastie Boys, bit o' drum 'n' bass, the theme tune fae Minder, a' the best o' the fuckin' teckle, ken?'My

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I'm walking along the Clepington Road towards Dens in my training gear. It's quiet. Terribly, terribly quiet. Not a soul on the street. No people, no passing traffic, nothing. A couple of cars lie abandoned in the middle of the road, doors open, engines still ticking over. Strange scenes.Storm clouds darker than deep space fill the sky. The rumble of distant thunder pierces the silence. It builds

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You can now become a fan of this blog on Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-REAL-Leigh-Griffiths-Blog/376837654702#!/pages/The-REAL-Leigh-Griffiths-Blog/376837654702?v=wall

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The boss has just started a Twitter account....http://twitter.com/REALjockyscott

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This week I was capped at under-21 level for the Scottish national team. I've had the pleasure of playing for the under-19 team in the past, and I've also featured in the B Squad. At any level, it's a great honour to be capped by your country.I made my debut for the under-21 team back in November '09. I was thrilled to retain my place in the squad for the following match - a European Championship

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I've been giving myself a hard time about my lack of goals recently. I set myself high standards and when a few games go by without hitting the back of the net it dents my confidence a bit. Self-doubt starts to set in and that's never a good thing for a footballer.Our glorious leader, the 'man in cherge' himself, the bold Jocky Scott, must have picked up on my dip in form and mood because he let

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Hiya a' body. It's me - the bold Leigh Griffiths again. I'd like to say thanks to everyone who added comments to my BBC blog. There's a couple of points I'd like to address:To all the United fans who wondered when I'd be signing for them. I can only say, 'Suck my sex-wang, you filthy Arab bastards.' As the song goes - there's only one team in Dundee. There always was and always will be. I'm proud

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Life is good in Dundee. When I say good I mean it's a seemingly never ending onslaught of abject misery and pain. I've been housed in a teepee in Caird Park. According to Bob 'Hefty Love Cannon' Brannan (that's not my name for him, by the way - he walks around with a name tag saying exactly that) it's the 'best o' the teckle' - the finest accomodation in the city. Who am I to argue? Afterall, I

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