Thursday, December 10, 2009

End of Campaign Post: Operation Bagration, November 1

The Dear Leader has decreed that the history of Operation Bagration (the second tine of a Devils pitchfork campaign to win the coveted PA West Men's Over 30 1st Division Championship), BE STRICKEN FROM HISTORY! This justifiable and necessary action was taken to counter the travesty that took place on the pitch in TDFC's loss to CT United. The entire game was wrought with imperialistic shenanigans, violations of internationally recognized norms, and fifth column activity. So with great insight the Dear Leader has chosen to wipe out all mention of this affair and instead has directed The Ministry of Truth to celebrate all things "Dear Leader".

The "Dear Leader" stands at 6 feet 12 inches tall and has an intellect to match his glorious height.

The "Dear Leader" descended (along with his testicles) from a nonexistent place called heaven, and because of his divinity and charm, he is the true opiate of the masses.

The "Dear Leader" is both a barrister and an attorney, and has resolved many a legal case with his sharp intellect.*

The "Dear Leader" recently played for the English National team but refuses to be recognized for this accomplishment as the English National team is a fascist organization run by a Mussolini-esque manager.

The "Dear Leader" remains an excellent golfer, though since his first outing has refrained from playing in order to give others a chance to win (his first outing produced multiple holes in one and 38 under par).

The "Dear Leader' is the worlds tallest midget and not surprisingly, a committed Manchester United fan.

The "Dear Leader" once a year picks one team to banish to the third circle of the proverbial hell (also known as League One), and this year has decided that team should be Ipswich Town FC, because the Dear Leader feels the greatest thing in life is to crush the First Among Equals, to see him driven before the Dear Leader, and to hear the lamentations of the First Among Equals.

*See the landmark case "We Have the Field Until 9:00 v. No You Don't, We Have It At 8:30.

End of Campaign Post: Operation Uranus, October 25


All hail the mighty Tartan Devils FC whose quest to destroy imperialistic football took yet another great leap forward as it embarked on the grand mission to capture the PA West Men's Over 30 trophy!

To accomplish this grandiose pursuit, the Dear Leader devised a true Marxist-Leninist strategy that consisted of three operational plans: Uranus/ Bagration/ Saturn.

The first fork of the Devil's tine- Operation Uranus- went as the Dear Leader scripted. TDFC took the field against the baying din of the Opus dags from the Allegheny United front. The clock then beheld our Pub Heroes proceeding to physically, verbally, and spiritually crush the AU, ending their mass opiate pedaling ways for the season.

The first nail that began the crucifixion was hammered home when "Karl" Mac's PK found the back of the net. From there all the whine at the party couldn't stop the Devils onslaught, nor could cool Jesus change it into Ripple! The next nail came as Wayne "The MIG Jet", flew down the and fed a perfect cross to the Young Pioneer who finished the job neatly. A third nail came when The MIG Jet yet again kicked in the afterburners and shot a perfect cross into the twine. The superfluous forth nail came when Uncle Joe channeled the spirit of Stalin and purged all hopes of AU rising from the dead with a "Dom"inating goal. To finish off the Dear Leaders Uranus crucifixion plan, The Minister of Propaganda, Airwave Committee - Mark "Molitov" Madden- placed a verbal crown of thorns on Allegheny United' pony tailed Judas. The Minister tossed out bawdy witticisms that left the Judas fearing that he would be 'hamburgled' for his Thought Crimes!



The victory allowed TDFC to move to the next step of the Dear Leader's operational plan: Bagration!


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Empty Dispatch, October 18

Oh what a game it would have been Comrades! The valiant side of Tartan Devils FC symbolically sewing shut the gaping maw of the Tarnished Gold of Norwin (now hiding behind the jovial moniker, Yinz United). Instead the outcome can only be supposed, a cancellation, to the relief of the foe.

Picture the seasoned machine that is Tartan Devils FC, the gears working to the final result of victory: The Forwards, the ever onward rushing Vanguard of the Proletariat, rendering the opposing defense helpless; The Revolutionary Red Tartan Brigade Midfielders in transition frustrating all; the Iron Will of the Gang of Four materialized into impassable reality for vain attempts by the competition; and The Bench Mob- exactly that, ready and willing to overwhelm with understood purpose. And all the calm while, instruction and adjustment being sent in from the voices of The Party.

But not to be. Younger members of The Statesurmise the Glorious Pitch of Our Founders to have been sabotaged by a fairly new and nefarious organization of Scientology, their plans for controlling the skies with a 'weather machine', finally come to fruition. Elder Statesmen say it is a matter of happenstance and the campaign of the assimilation of states is an inevitable conclusion, merely delayed.

On, on, on to the Cup and it's symbolic glory! The bridges are burned behind us, there's waiting guns ahead! Into the Valley of Competition TDFC! Glory to the Party, the Pub, and the People!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Communism and Prohibition

Cold War Report, October 11

Victory Through Defeat! The Class(y) War continues!


In a hard fought match the Tartan Devils FC forced CT United’s black shirted baying sheep to accept a 1 to zero win. The decision of the State to allow the opposition to eke out a victory was based on pure socialist group thought. The Tartan Devils chose solidarity with the masses in the second division over “hob-knob jobbing” with the elites of the first division next season. In order to fulfill this self fulfilling prophecy, all that was needed was the will of the people and the masterful generalship of the Dear Leader. With his smoke filled commands ringing in their frozen ears, the "Red" Tartans marched onto the field with socialistic fever burning in their hearts!

The TDFC comrades fought for every ball and inch of the pitch. No greater example of this challenging spirit was the play of Eric the Red. Who hunted down every foe, followed every instruction, and placed a well timed tricky ball on net. With many commenting that due to his socialistic play, he should be called “Fred-Eric” Engels. For his efforts he is recognized as a “Hero of the Soviet”.

Another valiant player who showed the true signs of group thought moxy was Karl Mac’s play. It was an example to the entire collective as he directed all on the pitch and showed the iron- like nature of a man set on bringing down the bourgeoisie as he fought through fouls and poor field conditions. For his play he is award the honorific title of “√úberbringer Sozialismus unt Zerst√∂rer ein Brot Linie”

In a startling but yet expected outcome, the actions of Paul Pot earned him the “First Order of the KR Chapeau.” His mere presence caused the looser cannons of the upstart opponents to lash out in a truly imperialistic manner as Paul was able upset the elitist intellectual among CT United, goading them into poor decisions and penalties.

The volley of balls, while exciting outdoor, was trumped by the draw of the salacious volley indoors, an investigation has found. Details are incidental and the process of redirection has been initiated. An inside report has suggested that all visual records of TDFC have been left to the imagination. Borderline Thought Crime! The Ministry of Photography in acquiescence to the laws of the State, is being re-educated and will prove useful in the work camps.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Rust Never Sleeps

Dispatch: Ministry of Information, October 4

The Glorious Soviet Republic of Yinzerstan shout with victorious tongues! The People’s Team, the Tartan Devils FC defeated top of the table foes Allegheny United 1-nil. A cool grey day at the Field of Our Founders, proved to be as beautiful as the sunshine on the first day after the revolution!

A slightly compromised roster for TDFC proved to the benefit of all absent and present, as Comrade Alex DeLarge, Comrade Nando, Adam AK and Comrade Seth were more than a Gang of Four… they were a mighty IRON CURTAIN of defense! In between the pipes, Che James was a stalwart. He let nothing in (to the delight of Mr. Mckenzie) and directed with confidence from his citadel in the back.

The incessant bay of the wolves at the door was made into a whimper as the People’s Poet used laughter and his world famous Trotsky poem to draw the warmongering opposition into taking an ill advised yellow card. The foul committing AU counter-revolutionary will have nightmares for eternity as the People’s Poet verse runs through his head:


Today, I saw a dog,
Yes, a dog.
Talking to a pig,
Yes, a pig.
They were on the pavement,
Discussing Trotsky.
Not brotsky or crotsky or drotsky or frotsky.
But Trotsky...


*absorb*


The Midfield and Front were a constant rotating cast of revolutionary characters, including a good show from the Bench Mob. The truly collective energy of TDFC was realized and put into mock materialist proof by Comrade Brenton “Lumpin "Ain't Gonna Lump No More" Maclean” Wilson. Goalkeeper by trade, Comrade Brenton scored the only goal on the day with a willful guided blast buried in the upper right corner of the opposition’s net. The Dear Leader – nursing an injury – put Comrade Brenton on the front lines, not as a sacrifice, but in a grand sweeping moment of brilliance! Glory to the Dear Leader! Praise to Comrade Brenton! The Peace of Landru be with all!

This weeks Proletariat of the Match is a shared affair (tres communal!) – Keepers share the glory! Che James held them out at one end of the pitch, while Brenton (formerly) of the Lumpin put them in at the other end of the pitch! Power to the local Public House and all that it entails!

The ongoing investigation into the relationship between the Visual and Communicative branches of the Ministry of the Republic and the suspected collusion of the photographical branch of said committees with yet to be discovered division of 'actors' presents an ongoing look see.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

You'll Never Drink Alone

Ministry of Records, Current, September 27

DEVILS OF THE WORLD UNITE, the revolution continues! With each game the Tartan Devils march lock step toward the ultimate goal of egalitarian socialistic conquest. In order to achieve this goal and fulfill the will of the people, it is sometimes necessary for individuals to lead the collective by example. After going down 1 - nil to the grease greedy capitalistic soldiers of Mount Lebanon, the Devils needed such a willful comrade!

The Devil who chose to answer the call of revolutionary zeal was Tommy “Sickled and Hammered” Butler who earned Proletariat of the Match. By his actions he sparked his fellow comrades to fell the season weary dogs of the pitch. Fighting for every ball and not letting the opposition counter attack Tommy help inspire and set up the tying goal. The wise man of the midfield Ho Chi Neal was the recipient of the feed from the inspired, and after an impressive burst, then sent a perfect pass to the Young Pioneer. The Young Pioneer fired by the actions of his fellow comrades buried the ball in the back of the net with the poise of a MMA librarian.

With the goal in hand TDFC came to life as both the offense and the defense played real horrorshow! The defense held strong in the latter half of the game as the newly adjusted Gang of Four supported Che in goal. Their actions in turn led the midfield to be able to feed the hungry “Popular” Front 2 balls a plenty.

Though the TDFC was not able to break the stalemate with the Mt. Lebanon running dogs they were able to serve notice to all future opponents that the "Red" Devil Army is on the march! With guidance from the Central Committee (Mao Ze-Tony, the Dear Leader, and Commissar MJ), support from The Party, and inspired “vanguard of the people” play, the only outcome is victory and the achievement of a true peaceful collectivist pitch. As always: All Hail the People, All Hail the Party, All hail TDFC!

The state sponsored visual media blackout will continue. In scandalous fashion, the Ministry Of Photography is suspected of working with enemy 'actors' and is being held under suspicion for crimes against The State, crimes against The Party, and crimes against himself.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Dispatch: Ministry of Information, September 20

Let every ear hear, let every eye see, the setting sun of fascist imperialism and the rising of the Tartan Devils Football Club, The People’s Team!

The Glorious People’s Team met with the oppositional Iceoplex, and as the late summer sun set, so did the hopes of the competition to be victorious. The TDFC had a glorious win of 2-1 on the eve.

The day started with an innocuous moment when Comrade AK Adam was stung by a counter revolutionary insect, not knowing that a page would be taken from the guerilla tactics of the little beasty. A moment to be reflected upon later in reviewing the day!

Les Orangemen de la Glace made their presence known through the constant whine of their impetuous rickety machine, marked by rough approaches on Che James, hard tackles on the Young Pioneer, and in an astounding moment (of what could be referred to as Thoughtless Crime), a stomping on a prone Mikal Baldwinovitchs' chest (banishing said unthinking ogre to the Joycamp of red card sin bin being the People's "profit"). A long march for the People's Team indeed!

The entire field played as one: The mids in rare form filling in gaps and moving precariously back and forth to offer support of both forwards and the defense, with special marking duties to boot. The young gunners of the top, relentless in their movements, attacking again and again, creating opportunity. The back line, reserved in their duty to defend, all the while knowing their business may be integral in creating a picture perfect play that starts at one end of the pitch and ends in the opponents net. Every Tartan Devil "left it on the field" (in the parlance of the contemporary athlete); from the veritable curtain of Iron Men playing the full course to the willing subs and the black eyed Bench Mob, from the multi faceted comrades filling in at numerous posts to the timely substitutions and the generals directing on field operations. Every player gave his all!

After falling behind 1-0 a tying goal came from a corner kick bent by the bees knees, Comrade AK Adam, to a glorious result off the head of Comrade Paul Pot. The game winning goal came via the sting of a quick strike that had Mikal Baldwinovitch send a cross to the diving head of the Young Pioneer (rumored to be giving Comrade Bortfield's offering a run for it's bread ration!).

The People’s Team were not shaken by the quick pace of the opposition, the duckspeak d l'orange caught in their own honey of doublethink and distress. The collective will of the People’s Team and The Party (TDFC supporters) was not bent by the decadent underestimation of our Pub Heroes! Power to the People! POWER TO THE PUB!

The Ministry of Photography in collusion with the other agencies is reviewing visual contribution to this dispatch. Photo's will be added when available. Chill out.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Believe.

The Party Dispatch, September 13

The Glorious People’s Team, the Tartan Devils Football Club, steams along with all of the vigor and productivity of the revolutionary collective that they are. On 13 September, the revolutionary people’s team withstood the duckspeak of the opposition to show a solid performance at the Field of our Revolutionary Founders.

The result on the day speaks NOT to the performance of the collective, especially that of Che' James in net. The first half was all Che' James, including some brilliant saves and solid direction from the back. The score line of 2 – 1 (to the opposition), betrays the real horrorshow that was his effort, as well as that of our GLORIOUS PEOPLE’S TEAM! The collective were on an experimental system of substitution that was intended to keep the machine running at peak performance and garnish maximum results, but the download of information stripped the gears and crashed the speakwrite. More than the voices of the Bench Mob were heard as the inventive substitution scheme was implemented.

TDFC opened up the scoring on this day by the foot of Comrade AP Bratchny. His clever movement through the pitch to come up from his usual place with the Gang of Four to be in scoring position was nothing short of revolutionary vision of a brighter day; of a Five Year Plan of Goals! Doubleplus props go to said comrade who was named Proletariat of the Match, and who deferred to accept until after his numerous responsibilities in the Committee of Construction were met.

The Glorious People’s team continues its march toward victory, valor and revolution. The Collective has always won and will continue to. Those that fall victim to the thought crime of thinking otherwise will be fortunate to consider themselves useful in the work camps. By continuing to push the fascist and imperial opposition down, the People’s Team as they always have will continue to win hearts and minds in cult like fashion, from pub to pub and pitch to pitch. From factory to farmland, office to work site, the Pub Hero remains, the PEOPLE’S TEAM remains, The TDFC prospers! Glory, All One, NEVER None, Glory TDFC!

The Ministry of Photography in collusion with the Records Department have lent the visual recordings of the match to memory holes to be retrieved at a later date in their truthful entirety after consideration by The Party.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

We Can Do It!

Ministry of Newspeak Dispatch, August 30

All hail the Great Baldwinovich footballer, actor, well coiffed playa, and hero of the Soviet; for it was his inspired play that led TDFC to a hard fought 1-1 tie on the sunny field of Dicks; The Committee of Pressured Attack having had many students on the day!

Though all Devils are equal, some are more equal than others and the Leninist play of Mikhail Baldwinovich demonstrated this in humble fashion through silent action. This Vanguard of the Proletariat was a shining example of when the collective is faced with adversity, individuals must heed the call to arms and pick up the flag of communism and drive it into the heart of the fascist pig.

By his actions Mikhail Baldwinovich was able to move others to feats of grandeur. Duly inspired, The Dear Leader raced to the forefront of the attack (turning the Gang of Four into the Gaggle of Three), and heeding the call of the “Baldwin”, had a sure goal taken away- all involved the victims of Thought Crime (as in everyone "thought" it was a goal). “Karl” Mac’s play was akin to a Katyusha as he lobbed deceptive rockets at the opposition’s goal. The First Among Equals played indeed as the future was ours, but as we know sometimes 2+2= 5, and reality is otherwise. The Young Pioneer pressed the attack and like his demure comrade, was able to keep his perfectly designed locks in place, his actual rockets stinging a shell shocked keeper. A one on one opportunity yielded disappointment, proving as taught by Big Brother, that the individual mind makes mistakes.

The mids made mockery of motivated attempts to exploit the gut of the pitch. Again and again the opposition was mauled by the Green Brigade as marveled by the even more diminutive and honorarily titled "Wee Mikey". The complimentary Red Brigade understanding the lead of comrades all lending to the idea that war is indeed peace. Control and defensive assistance , while offering offensive support make the footballers of TDFC the real Monsters of the Midway!

The afore mentioned Gaggle of Three with the Minister of Street Justice, lived their day in singular coverage mostly and like the Black Flag of old, repelled time and time again the notion of an organized attack on behalf of the beleaguered foe. A Bench Mob of eager players supplemented all involved on all levels, adding enthusiasm and verses of Victory to the din of competition!

Let us remove the saccharine trust of truthiness that allows the Thought Crime of what should have been and move ever forward to the hallowed ground of the Glory that is Tartan Devils FC, All-One or none! All-One! All-One!

Photo's by Comrade Jack Megaw, Ministry of Photography


Thursday, August 27, 2009

Work hard...

Dispatch: Ministry of Information, August 23

As the second half of the season gets underway, the Glorious People’s Team Tartan Devils FC fought a hardscrabble match with decadent foes Mt. Lebanon/Heidleberg. The opposition fielded quite a different, more expanded and bolstered squad from the last meeting when the Glorious People’s Team won 6-0. It came as no surprise to the TDFC bench that the opponent bench was filled with substitutes eager to do counter-revolutionary sabotage to the People’s aspirations on the pitch. The Pub Heroes knew the rust of industry past would be hard to chip away from a summer of limited instruction, the ways of the West rearing it's bourgeois head...

The bitter opponents to the People’s cause fought a tough match. The only goal of the day came when the deceptive counter-revolutionaries drew the TDFC Gang of Four out, leaving Keeper Comrade “Che” James in a tough spot. The ball – almost certainly under the counter-revolutionary spell of the promise of decadent wealth in the form of bribes from the enemy – took a most anti-collectivist bounce and ended up in the net of the People’s Team.

This moment was the only one in which the Gang of Four was not in exemplary form at the back of the defensive end of the field for the TDFC. Each had excellent moments of collective and individual success in keeping the lines of defense for the struggle in order.

The midfield Red Brigades were also strong, with Paul “Pot”, Comrade Jamie and Mikhail Baldwinovich and Comrade “Uncle” Joe working in tandem with the strength and heart of the front grunts to create chances in the attacking Red Zone. And chances were made! Comrade Wayne had a brilliant diving header (reminiscent of KGB Agent Bortfield’s work last spring) that tested the very fiber of the enemies defense, but to no avail. The beloved First Among Equals beaten back by the kryptonite like colors of the opponent that seemed to suffocate his Ipswich heart! And more chances were made at the boot of “Karl” Mac’s Midfield Attacking Generalship! His vision always apparent and decisive, A Player of the Match if ever there was one to be! The Bench Mob added to the collectivist agitation of the battle on the pitch. The Polit Bureau was all the while keeping soviet style oversight of the match.

The result of the day may place a mark in the “L” column for Tartan Devils FC, but the lessons learned and the revolutionary spirit of collective will of the Pub WON on the day! Utilizing our strength - the People’s strength- the Glorious People’s Team is poised to take the season by Red Storm! The cogs of the machine have dismantled themselves and will be built up again with a little oil and a lotta ale! All hail the People’s Revolution! All Power to the Pub!


Photo's by Joe "Stalin" Reichard Sr. as requested by the Special Commissions Department of the Ministry of Photography


Saturday, July 18, 2009

Downtime Dispatch, July 5th

All hail Com "Red" Jonny Burrell, the Impostor of Imperialists, the Crusher of Capitalists, the Engineer of Egalitarianism, the Bomber of Bourgeois, the Guy Who Played One Game for TDFC!

On Sunday July 5th this mighty soldier of the revolution showed his fellow Tartan Devils how the beautiful game is played. With every touch Red Jonny dominated the action; he scored goals, made assists, ran down the opposition, helped little old ladies across the street, did the hurty gurty, walked on water, and caused women to swoon. He so completely controlled the game the other team described him as if "Pele' and Jesus had a baby that was reared by Lenin"! Comrade Jonny was simply unstoppable and was obviously named "Proletariat of the Match".


Though it was not needed, the Dear Leader created an environment that was conducive to a TDFC victory by shipping his old (Comrade Mark), his porous (Comrade Brenton), his infirm (Comrade Fernando), and his insane (Comrade James) to the adversaries so as to confuse their level of play. If this was not enough, the Dear Leader also acted as the referee to make sure all calls of this unsanctioned match were 'revolutionarily' sound.


The tone on Dick's Pitch could be described as indeed friendly, with said comrades duping the opposers through Trojan Horse tactics of magnum proportions! In what seemed a gesture of true communism through player sharing, it was actually a testimonial (OPERATION: Jonny's Testimonial) to the Stasi operatives of the Ministry for State Security! The newly discovered country of Cranberry will eventually bow to the resoluteness and come to the understanding of the influential Nation of TDFC! The inevitable alignment of competing FC Nations into a union of Soviet Tartan Republics will no doubt be forthcoming. Through the revolutionary acumen of the MfS, the help of Red Jonny, and the grit of Tartan Devils all, the path to a glorious new day has begun! Similar fact finding missions have led to the defection of opposition eager to embrace the happiness and share in the rewards of the fruitful land of Tartan Devils F to the C! Hoo-rah to the Devils! Hoo-rah to the Pub!

Goals and plays were made by others, but only because Comrade Jonny willed them to be. He will be missed and TDFC as a whole will forever remember this 'Red' Tartan Devil!

Jack Megaw, Ministry of Photography

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Dispatch: Ministry of Information, June 14

Let all fascist, imperialist, and anti-revolutionary no-good-niks, take heed of the date June 14th. On this glorious day the "Red" Devils of TDFC completed the first phase of its 5 year plan as it transformed itself from a revolutionary guerrilla force into a true Army of the People. This historic date embodied the collective spirit as all revolutionaries united to keep the Glorious People's Team UNDEFEATED at home by smashing the feisty rogues that are Mt. Lebo/Heidleberg 6 to 0. This victory was accomplished by uniting all of the Party’s forces and thus calls for each comrade to be mentioned in dispatches.

The
Gang of Four stopped all who dared to step foot on the Devil’s side. The Dear Leader had a striking performance in the middle of the back line turning away one imperialistic attack after another while Comrade Seth proved his Stalin like qualities as he hunted down and crushed all who dared defile the revolution. Not to be outdone Adam “AK 47” Sechler mowed down all foes. As if possessed by the spirit of Vasily Zaytsev, Comunista Paraguayo party member, Comrade Nando mocked TDFC’s bourgeois’ foes with his highly charged play.
The bomb throwing revolutionary Comrade Alex worked his way up the pitch multiple times to give pressured attacks to the beleaguered opponent and "Long March" veteran Comrade Neil displayed resourcefulness and flair to hold the back line. The play of the Gang of Four allowed goalie Comrade Brenton to act in his customary lumpenproletariat ways as he did as little as possible, hence retaining his acidic Lenin-fresh scent.



The
Red Brigade mid field combined its various sub-contingents to act as a unifying agent of the revolution. The Red Green contingent of Comrade Wayne-ski, Sickled and Hammered Tommy, and Paul "Pot" used the power of the sharpened shamrock to aid in the destruction of the capitalist pig-machine. Comrade "Ivan Drago" Dean and Jamie "Ministry of Housing" Deitz were strong revolutonary forces, fighting the imperialist forces that encroached upon them. Both Pub Heroes illustrated the true spirit of the collective will to crush the enemy that the Glorious People's Team is founded on. Shunning the confines of any crystal palace, Mark "Ministry of Virtue" Holland left the seed of his talent in both ends of the pitch of Our Founder's. The Red Brigades political wing transformed theory into action as Commissar MJ’s field exploits, Hero of the Soviet Mikhail Baldwinovich’s deeds, and “Karl” Mac’s assists brought the final stage of communism closer.

The Bench Mob contingent demonstrated that true communism is the inevitable outcome of the revolution as Comrade Eric the Red (who was named Proletariat of the Match) and Jason "Antonio Gramsci" Roller each scored well fought for goals. "Che" James being inactive for the day instead tasted the fruit of the squads labor, bottle by bottle, as the capitalist drinks the blood and sweat of the oppressed worker. Comrade Joe was sadly unavailable, as he he was furthering his education with the Ministry of Relocation.



The Revolutionary Strike Force contributed 4 goals on the day coming from the Young Pioneer (logging two), the First Among Equals with a blistering 3 yard shot (as is his way), and KGB Agent Bortfeld who soared to subversive heights as he tallied a diving header that combined the courage of the collective with the flair and drama of our South American Brothers and Sisters in revolution!



The season break commences and changes are afoot for TDFC. As the mighty Tartan Devils embark on the Great Leap Forward, KGB Agent Bortfeld is off to spread the seeds of collectivism and revolution to countries beyond our borders. His whereabouts may not be known, but with the skill he exhibited in his farewell match for this season, he will always be a Devil! He will be missed.

TDFC! POWER TO THE PUB! THE PEOPLE'S TEAM REMAINS UNDEFEATED AT HOME AND THE REVOLUTION CONTINUES!!!



Jack Megaw, Ministry of Photography