Serpico spat the words out. For killing a cop! He's a fucking cop-killer! Tell that to all his fucking friends up there.

But beware of MacPhadraick, my son; for when he called himself the friend of your father, he better loved the most worthless stirk in his herd, than he did the life-blood of MacTavish Mhor.

A linesman replaced injured referee Rebecca Welch after 50 minutes and with no other official present, qualified referee Pattison, 60, ran the line.

I told him once he's so shallow that the best he can manage is a single entendre. The funny thing is, he liked it.