Another win for Whitley on a day that ended with a Christmas Party and one tooth less for me!

Whitley started the game well and had the better of the early exchanges. It took only 11 minutes for Whitley to take the lead with Glen Liddle getting his head on to a Richie Bond free kick. Shortly afterwards Rick discovered that their centre forward was called Fyfe which inspired his solo chant of "Fyfe, Fyfe, I've f**ked your wife", if anyone reading this knows Rick chances are he has!

After a few more decent efforts from Whitley Liddle added a second. A break was saved by the Gretna keeper but was turned back across goal for Liddle who scored easily.

After some comment from the bench the Gretna number 7 told exactly what he thought of them, full of the Christmas spirit, eh.

Henderson should have added another, but when one on one with Johnstone in the home goal his attempted lob was easily dealt with.

The second half went a similar way, I don't remember Gretna threatening at all during the game. After a good break Bond should have squared the ball to the unmarked Mawson but wasted his chance. Bond should certainly scored after that when he found himself one on one and hit it straight at the keeper, according to Bond though "He was a fantasic keeper wasn't he".

A very miserable looking McCartney, the Gretna player-manager, took himself off before the end and Henderson went off for Whitley to be replaced by Sokoluk.

It was a good win for Whitley who were without Dodds and Robinson through suspension and they didn't miss them at all. As for my tooth, the Whitley Christmas Party, 16 pints, southern comfort and a pavement all coincided to send me flying face first at the end of the night. As for the rest of the party

• some bloke fancied my mum (though when asked by Rick if he did he said "Are you from Marsaille")
• The comedian was funnier when he sang - Richie Bond
• Some bloke, possibly in an orange shirt grabbed me on the dance floor
• Rick dragged the bar maid up to dance, despite her protests

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