Japan was built by volcanoes. The city of Kagoshima in southern Kyushu has an active volcano right in the middle of the harbour, which has erupted as recently as 2012. The inner harbour is one enormous caldera. Sakurajima means "Cherry-blossom Island". Source.
Morton visit Kilmarnock for the highlight match of Group H. These two clubs have not met since August 25th, 2009, when Killie knocked Morton out of the League Cup of that year.
Currently, Morton sit atop Group H. But that's just because they've played one more game than Kilmarnock, who are still favourites to win the group. Morton's job is to finish among the top four second-place clubs, which means scraping for every point. It would be good to get a point off Killie, to make up for the one Morton lost to Albion Rovers.
Morton wear blue and white hoops. Kilmarnock wear blue and white stripes. But it hasn't always been so. Sometimes Morton have worn stripes, and sometimes Killie have worn hoops. Have they ever shown up in the same kit? Sounds like a job for Historical Football Kits:
1887-1890 black and white stripes
1895-1904 blue and white stripes
1906-1961 blue and white hoops
1961-1962 blue and white stripes
1962-1963 blue and white hoops
1963-1972 blue and white stripes
1973-1977 white with three blue stripes
1977-1989 blue and white hoops
1989-1993 blue and white stripes
1994-1997 blue and white stripes
1998-today blue and white stripes
1874-1886 blue and white hoops
1886-1892 blue and white stripes
1896-1955 blue and white hoops
1963-1967 blue and white stripes
1969-1974 blue and white hoops
1974-1976 blue and white stripes
1977-1989 blue and white hoops
1989-1991 white with a blue diagonal
1991-1993 blue and white zigzags
1995-1996 blue and white stripes
1996-today blue and white hoops
1906-1955 both wore blue and white hoops
1963-1967 both wore blue and white stripes
1977-1989 both wore blue and white hoops
1995-1996 both wore blue and white stripes
How many of those years did Morton and Killie play in the same division? 42. They played 32 seasons together from 1906 to 1955 wearing hoops, two seasons together in the Sixties wearing stripes, and eight seasons together from 1977 to 1989 wearing hoops.
Which SPFL teams wear blue? Cowdenbeath, Dundee, Falkirk, Forfar, Morton, Inverness CT, Kilmarnock, Montrose, Peterhead, Queen of the South, Raith, Rangers, Ross County, St Johnstone, Stranraer. Which SPFL teams wear green? Celtic, Hibs. Which team has never worn green? Greenock.
What was Morton's worst showing in the League Cup? In the years when the League Cup was strictly a knockout tournament, a bad showing meant going out in Round One. But in the group stage era, it meant sticking around for as many as six losses. Did Morton ever do that? Yes, in 1959-60, Group 8. They lost to Alloa, Cowdenbeath, St Johnstone, then Alloa, Cowdenbeath, and St Johnstone again. They scored 6 goals, and allowed 17. And in the middle of that they played their first league match and lost 3 - 1 . . . to East Stirlingshire.
Declan McManus has signed with Raith Rovers.
[Morton win 0 - 2. Goals by Oliver and Quitongo. Group H now:
Morton have Tuesday off, which will allow the others to gain ground on them. But as Albion and Killie have yet to play each other, they cannot both finish with 9 points.]
In other competitions:
Cobh Ramblers [1 - 1] UCD
Tomorrow: TB [0 - 1] B36
Tomorrow: Tochigi [1 - 0] Blaublitz Akita
Day after tomorrow: Elfsborg vs Östersund
The International Champions Cup begins today. What is the International Champions Cup? It's a world tour of big European clubs looking to turn brand recognition into money, money, money. This is the third edition. Today Celtic play Leicester City in Glasgow. [1 - 1. Leicester win on penalty kicks.]
"I must tell you, madame and mademoiselle," began the little soldier, "that my name is Evariste, and that Zidore and I are a true pair of friends. We knew it as soon as he joined the infantry to be with Lieutenant de Grand-Air. The day he arrived, he said to me, 'I like your head.'"
"I told him in return, 'Yours pleases me equally.' We shook hands, and there was a feeling between us that it was for life and for death. I could have been jealous, seeing as he was to replace me as the Lieutenant's orderly, but jealousy is not among my number of faults."
"It was settled. We each polished one of the Lieutenant's boots. When one mended his jacket, the other repaired his trousers. Sometimes the Lieutenant said to us, 'This isn't regulation. I have no right to an orderly, and I've got two.'"
"We let him talk, and we enjoyed working for him, as Lieutenant de Grand-Air is as good an officer as you could find. When we were at the divisional rest station, we cooked up meals together that would make you lick your fingers. Oh, those were good times!"
"One day, a few weeks after the wedding of Monsieur de Grand-Air, Zidore told me, 'We're going to have to part, my friend. The Lieutenant is being sent to the Grand Chiefs, and he's taking me with him.' We embraced, and I confess, though it's peculiar for soldiers, we cried fountains."
It this point in Evariste's story, Bécassine suddenly interrupted. "Since you love my little Zidore so," she said, "you are my friend, and I must embrace you as he would." Evariste let her kiss him.
After this touching interlude, he continued. "For me, the following weeks were the worst of the war. We were in the trenches, near the Somme, very close to the Boches. It never stopped raining. There was nothing going on, not even the smallest attack to distract us. We didn't even shoot."
One day, I was trying to get some sleep in the shelter to forget about my boredom. Suddenly, I heard a shout, some laughter and a voice that reminded me of Zidore. As you can imagine, I wasnpt slow about getting on my feet and running along the trench."
"It was my pal. We fell into each other's arms, and then he told us that his lieutenant was nearby at the English headquarters, and that he would use the opportunity to come and see us often. And suddenly he added ..."
"'We should play a trick on the Boches.' You know how jokes are his strong point. In no time he assembled a mannequin and lifted it up over the parapet. In the other trench they took it for one of us. I don't know how many rounds they fired at it. It was fun to see them waste so much ammunition for nothing."
"But they weren't long in discovering the joke, and they followed up with one of their own. We saw appear over the edge of their defences a small replica of a soldier that jumped around this way and that. We couldn't get a clear view of it, though, because of the ground fog."
"We had our guns to our shoulders when Zidore shouted, 'Don't fire, it's a dog!' And that proved once again the heartlessness of those Boche bandits. Our joke was funny but not cruel. Theirs could have ended in the shooting and injuring of a poor animal.'
"But then something surprising happened. The dog suddenly broke away from them and ran towards us. It jumped into our trench. It greeted us with boundless affection and, since then, it hasn't left."
"Probably the conduct of its previous owners set it off. It's angry at them. Whenever we take a prisoner it jumps at him and bites his calves. Other times, it leaps onto the parapet and barks furiously at the Boches."
"Then Zidore told me, 'This will end with the dog getting shot. The next time you get leave, take him to Mam'zelle Bécassine.' I have done the job, and now I ask you, mam'zelle, if you'll look after the dog."
The story recounted by Evarists entirely changed the feelings of the brave girl. She caressed Hindenberg, who allowed it with the greatest politeness.
But, a moment later, he jumped up, ran to the door and barked joyously. "Funny," said Evariste. "That's what he does whenever he hears Zidore, who of all of us is the one he loves best. But Zidore isn't on leave."
As he said these words, the door opened, and there was Zidore. "Greeting, one and all," he cried. "We leave for England. The orders arrived this morning. Madame will accompany us. You, too, Bécassine. Quick, pack the trunks. It seems it's forbidden to take dogs to England. Still, we should at least try to take Hindenburg."
It was a real hurly-burly preparing for the move. Monsieur Bertrand said that the trunks must be ready to go by dinnertime. We all worked at it, Monsieur, Madama, Zidore, I, and even Madame Ferluyr.
It's not that she was that much help. She had the will, but not the energy, and she loved so much to see that everything she touched was neat and tidy, that she stopped to brush, shine and sew. I don't blame her, but it wasn't the time for all that.
And then, suddenly, she even stopped brushing and shining. She collapsed on a pile of Madame's dresses that I had just folded -- just think if that made them neater and tidier -- and burst into tears. We asked her what was the matter.
She groaned through her tears, "Sorrow and calamity! To think that I will never see you again, because surely the Boche U-boats will sink your vessel." When you're trying not to worry, that's something to hear the day before departure.
Happily, Monsieur assured us that there was nothing to fear. And Zidore, who at that moment was stuffing I don't know how many cigarette packs into the Lieutenant's bag, said, "These are cork-tipped, just what you want in the event of a shipwreck." That little guy always knows when to make you laugh.
The work was finished about seven o'clock. I was heading down to the kitchen to eat, when Zidore detained me. He had a conspiratorial air, and he said, "Now that it's just us, let's do something about Hindenburg."
I had completely forgotten about him. On hearing his name, he came over to rub against us and get patted. He's not much to look at, but he's a good dog.
"Look," continued Zidore. "Here is how we can get him into England without anyone suspecting. See, I'll put him in one of these baskets we use at the Front. If things get dangerous we can close the lid."
"Do it like this, and the customs men will be in the dark." We shut the lid and stood watching. At first Hindenburg was as crazy as a devil inside it, but soon he calmed down. Lady! In the trenches he had learned how to sit still and put up with discomforts.
Next I tried carrying the basket. I put the strap over my shoulder. It was heavy, but Zidore lent a hand. After that, we went to dinner.
Departure came at eight the next morning. There were people of every kind at the station to say goodbye to my mistress and master: Nurses, friends of Madame, officers, Monsieur's comrades, and even a general!
As a matter of course, we stayed respectfully to one side. Then I had a surprise -- I saw Major Tacy-Turn. That filled me with happiness. He's so courageous and fine, despite his cold exterior! I gave him a warm greeting.
He came right over to me. He was just as stiff as ever, and he spoke haltingly. He's like that whenever he is feeling his emotions. He said to me, "Arrived ... for you. Give me your hands." And he took them in his with a crushing grip.
He went on: "When you are in ... London ... bring greetings to Miss Grace ... my fiancée ... Address is on the envelope ... Please give her ... this." It was a tiny little flower that he took from the envelope, and as he looked at it he seemed to fill with emotion.
He continued: "Picked it for her ... on the field of battle ... I'm afraid it would be lost in the mail." And then once again he shook hands with me, and with Zidore whom I introduced. And he walked off with his long, unworried strides.
I was left amazed and moved by that little scene. But the train was pulling into the station. I barely had time to collect my bags and climb with Zidore into our second class car, which was just behind the first class carriage of my master and mistress.
Hey, isn't that Craig Brown? Clyde's centennial squad. Source.
Clyde FC visit Cappielow to engage Morton in League Cup Group H action. The two clubs have not met since 2009.
Clyde are a venerable club, founded in 1877 and a member of the league since 1891. They were based in Glasgow until 1991, when they moved to a ground-share in Hamilton, and then to Cumbernauld.
Which is more illustrious, Morton or Clyde FC? Clyde have won three Scottish Cups to Morton's one, and one Challenge Cup to Morton's none. Clyde have spent 62 years in the top tier, Morton 54. Clyde is more illustrious. But there's illustrious, and then there's illustrious. Morton have not been in the top division since the 1980s, nor Clyde since the 1970s. Neither side has won the League Cup.
Morton's most important game against Clyde was probably in Round 3 of the 1921-22 Scottish Cup. Morton won 4 - 1, and advanced to defeat Motherwell, Aberdeen, and finally Rangers for the Cup.
The situation: Morton enter today's game joint sixth among second place clubs, only four of whom will move on to the round of sixteen. If the Ton do not get full points from each of Clyde and Berwick they are very unlikely to progress.
Counting pre-season friendlies and Saturday's League Cup match (but not the shootout) Morton are averaging a goal a game.
Whenever Morton face a former player, he usually scores. Peter MacDonald plays for Clyde.
What was Morton's best year in the League Cup? 1963-64. They swept Group 6, taking two wins each from Ayr United, Stranraer, and Clyde, and outscoring the opposition 20 to 4. Then they drew and won against Motherwell in a two-legged quarterfinal, drew and won against Hibs in the semifinal, and then lost to Rangers in the final.
In 1967-68 Morton swept Group 7, consisting of Queen of the South, Raith Rovers, and Dumbarton, with 22 goals for and 6 against. Then they won both legs of their quarterfinal against Kilmarnock, but lost to Celtic in the semifinal.
My Bill Forsyth movie pitch: Wealthy American radio exec thinks he's buying Clyde FM, but it's Clyde FC.
Tomorrow Edinburgh City host Livingston at Meadowbank Stadium, Livi's original ground. [Livi win.]
UEFA Champions League:
Celtic [3 - 0] Lincoln Red Imps
Copenhagen [6 - 0] Crusaders
APOEL [3 - 0] The New Saints
[Crusaders and The New Saints are out. But we'll see them again in the Irn-Bru Cup. Celtic advance.]
UEFA Europa League:
Brøndby [0 - 1] Hibs. [1 - 1 aggregate. It goes to penalties, and Brøndby win.]
Hearts [1 - 2] Birkirkara
Ventspils [1 - 0] Aberdeen
[Aberdeen advance. Hibs and Hearts are out.]
[Morton win 1 - 0. Goal by O'Ware. Shots were 23 to 4 in favour of Morton. Attendance 931. Berwick and Albion Rovers play to a scoreless draw, and then Albion win the shootout. Killie are idle. So now Group H looks like this:
Bear in mind that Kilmarnock and Berwick have played only one game each.]
There is a long tradition in Germany of wooden carving, and an equally long folk practice of driving iron nails into trees for good luck. The First World War propaganda machine put these two together in the form of a massive wooden statue of Hindenburg in Berlin's Königsplatz, inviting patriotic Germans to drive iron nails into it. Source. See also.
A few minutes after my return, my mistress entered, accompanied by Madame Ferluyr, who had been to meet her at the hospital. They found me in the midst of putting the kitchen in order, as it was something of a shambles.
Madame raised her arms to the heavens and said, "What cabbages, carrots, turnips! I expected enough for a pot-au-feu, but this would feed a regiment!"
The ladylady asked me, "I suppose you had a car to transport all that load?"
I replied, "I had something even better. I had General Joffre, General Nivelle, as well as Cadorna, Broussiloff, Douglas Haig, the Emperor and the coffee-seller."
They looked at me, dumbfounded. Madame Ferluyr groaned, "Sorrow and calamity! It's the illness returned, the microbes at work. I must restart the treatment." She was already reaching for a teapot that was bubbling on the corner of the stovetop.
I was worried that it would be back to the rest, diet, and tea for me, so I saved myself. All day I walked in the village and talked with this one and that to see if there was any news of the assassination attempt on General Joffre.
No one had heard anything. That evening, my mistress had me sit up with her with my knitting, and she asked me to tell her all that had happened to me. I told her the tale without leaving out the slightest detail. She smiled from time to time, and said, "I think I get it." When I came to the invitation tot he cinema, she said, "That's it. I understand." And she said to the landlady, who was lurking around, "There's no need to worry. Bécassine has all her marbles."
The next day I mentioned the cinema again. Madame said, "I'll come with you. I wouldn't miss this spectacle for anything. And we'll take Madame Ferluyr too."
When we arrived, and I presented our tickets, the manager said that he was expecting us, and that he was giving us the best seats. An usheress seated us in the front row, with all the amenities: footstools and programs. It was embarrassing to be treated like that. I'm not used to it.
The first half of the showing was unimportant stuff. I wondered why they had invited us, but during the intermission the usheress told me, "The next part is the most interesting. It's the premiere of The Daring Frenchwoman, a war film."
It started, and what do you think I saw? Exactly what I've recounted already: the arrival of the generals, the council of war, and then my battle with the traitor. When I saw myself on the screen, that had an effect! I stood up and cried, "But that's me!" The audience yelled, "Quiet! Down in front!" The usheress came and asked me not to create a scandal. That calmed me down, and the presentation ended with applause that was loud enough to collapse the ceiling.
We were about to leave, but the manager came forward, greeted us diplomatically, and said, "The management request that the ladies do them the honour of accepting a cup of tea in the artists' lounge."
"We accept with great pleasure," said Madame, smiling her pretty smile.
Me, I was a little put out that I had taken a bunch of movie actors for great generals. They were all there in the lounge. The Emperor, who is the head of the enterprise, made a very nice little speech, with thanks, and apologies for putting me in without getting my permission first.
"I asked, "The coffee-seller. What is he?"
"That's the cameraman."
Madame congratulated them on their success. "However," she added, "the chief of staff who takes his work outdoors so close to enemy lines, the traitor who gets so close to him, the Breton who arrives from who knows where, it's hardly realistic."
"Call it absurd, Madame," replied the Emperor. "The absurder the scene, the better the box office. It's because I'm not afraid of the absurd that I've succeeded, to the point where everyone calls me the Emperor. The Emperor of Cinema."
General Joffre came over and said, "When I think that I participate in these absurdities, me, an artist! Me, Onésime Matuvu, who took first prize at the Conservatory! But one must live. C'est la guerre. Ah! Sorrow!"
"And calamity," added Madame Ferluyr, removing her nose from a cup of tea.
In the middle of the night following the premiere, Bécassine was startled awake by Madame Freluyr. "Hurry down to the cellar," cried the good lady in a state of agitation. "The zeppelins have come. The air is full of zeppelins."
Bécassine didn't panic. Despite the sound of formidable explosions, she wrapped herself up warmly, and rummaged through her trunk for her best lace cap, her pen, the notebook containing her memoirs, a mother-of-pearl box she had won in a raffle, and several other knick knacks, all of which she then gathered into her arms with care.
Loaded up with her things, she descended the stairs cautiously, stopping from time to time to pick up something she had dropped. At last she made it to the cellar.
There she found the young Madame de Grand-Air with the English ladies who boarded in the house. They had set up a card table and were playing bridge. Their calm composure contrasted with the agitation of the landlady, who sat collapsed on a crate of bottles, repeating her constant refrain, "Sorrow and calamity!"
Bécassine, always the maid, uncorked a bottle and poured half of it for Madame Ferluyr to calm her nerves, and then drank the rest herself, so as not to waste it. At that moment the all-clear sounded. It had been discovered, too late, that there was only one zeppelin, and it had caused more noise than damage. Everyone returned to bed.
Around eight in the morning, Bécassine, who was catching up on her broken slumber, awoke to an intermittent pounding from the ground floor that shook the house. Dozily, she sat up in her bed and said, "Good heavens, there's that dirty zeppelin back again. Never mind, I'm not going down again. I'm too sleepy." And she was sinking back to sleep when her mistress appeared in the room. "Well, now, Bécassine," she said. "Don't you hear that? Someone has been pounding on the door for fifteen minutes."
Bécassine hastily arose, dressed herself quickly, and tumbled downstairs. We have to say that, still half-asleep, she felt a profound sense of antipathy toward the person unknown who had disturbed her rest, and who was knocking with redoubled vigour. She pulled the door open suddenly ...
... and received a kick in the shin intended for the door. She gave a shout that brought both stammered apologies and a bark. Fully awake now, she found herself in the presence of a small infantryman carrying a large package and smiling with an air of embarrassment.
"Well, well," said Bécassine. "You made all that noise yourself. I took you for a zeppelin."
"Yet there is no resemblance."
"You're just as loud. Why were you knocking with your feet?"
"Because my arms were full with this package."
While they talked, Bécassine, overflowing with symathy for all our soldiers, conducted him to the kitchen and had him sit down to a makeshift breakfast. Continuing the conversation:
"Tell me, soldier, why don't you put down your parcel?"
"Because it'll run away. Watch."
He set the package on the floor. It began to shift around in all directions and make vague noises.
"Sorrow and calamity!" cried Madame Ferluyr, coming in. "Don't touch it, Mam'zelle Bécassine. It's the devil."
"I think it's more likely a baby."
The soldier gathered up the strange parcel and said, "It's not the devil or a baby. It's a dog. I had to tie him up to stop him wriggling around and running off. I'll show you." He undid the parcel and an ugly head popped out.
It was a dog with a big square head and a grumpy scowl. Its bald pate had a wart in the shape of a nailhead. "It's a Boche dog," explained the soldier. "We named him Hindenburg because he looks like him. Also, he has a nail like the ones they hammer into Hindenburg's statue."
The dog sat up and begged, then put one paw above its eye in a military salute. Madame Ferluyr was in raptures, but Bécassine expressed her indignation:
"Are you crazy, bringing me a Boche dog with a name like that?"
"Don't be angry, mam'zelle," replied the soldier. "It was my comrade Zidore who put me in charge of bringing him to you. He's ugly (the dog, not Zidore), but a good animal. I'll tell you about how we got him."
He took a seat. Bécassine and Madame Ferluyr did likewise. He took a drink of wine, clacked his tongue, declared that the Boches had nothing to compare, then, surveying his attentive audience, he began his tale.
It's the first day of the new-look Scottish League Cup. Morton are in Group H along with Kilmarnock, Clyde, Berwick and Albion Rovers. Today Morton visit Albion Rovers at Cliftonhill in Coatbridge. Excluding friendlies, Morton have never played on July 16th before.
Morton met Albion Rovers last year in Round 3 of the Scottish Cup and won. The two teams were together in the Third Division in 2002-03, when the Wee Rovers took three wins to Morton's one. Despite that Morton won the division and Albion finished third.
They have met five times in League Cup play, Morton taking three wins to Albion's two.
The Scottish League Cup first began in 1946-47, modeled on the Southern League Cup invented during the war. For 33 years the tournament began with a group stage, the winner of each group moving on to the knockout rounds. In 1977-78 the group stage was eliminated experimentally, and then in 1983-84, for good. Now, in 2016-17, 34 years later, the group stage is back.
In 1961-62 Morton and Albion were both in Group 9. In those days League Cup group stage groups normally consisted of four teams playing a double round robin. But because of an odd number of participating clubs, Group 9 had five teams who played each other once. Albion won that group. Nine was also an awkward number of groups, so before the quarter-finals could begin, Albion and Group 7 winners East Fife played in a qualifying round. East Fife won.
The present-day group stage is a single round robin. Eight group winners advance to the round of 16, along with the four best second-place teams, and the four Europe teams who had a bye through the group stage.
Because four second-place teams advance, there is the possibility of two clubs that met in the group stage meeting again in the knockout rounds. This impacts the greatest possible number of meetings in a year total, which was formerly ten. If you look at Dundee United and Dunfermline Athletic, who are both in Group C and both in the Championship, you will see that they could meet in Group C, then in a League Cup knockout round, the Challenge Cup, the Scottish Cup with a replay, four times in the Championship, and twice in the playoffs, for a total of eleven games. The chances of this actually happening are like 17.4 bijillion to one.
Below are all of Morton's opponents in the ancient League Cup group stage. (W = Morton won the group)
1946-47 Rangers, St Mirren, Queen's Park
1947-48 Falkirk, Partick, Queen's Park
1948-49 St Mirren, Aberdeen, Third Lanark
1949-50 Cowdenbeath, Ayr United, Alloa
1950-51 Aberdeen, Rangers, Clyde
1951-52 Celtic, Third Lanark, Airdrieonians
1952-53 Hamilton, Forfar, Cowdenbeath W
1953-54 Kilmarnock, Motherwell, Dundee United
1954-55 Alloa, Albion Rovers, Arbroath W
1955-56 Brechin, Third Lanark, Stenhousemuir W
1956-57 Cowdenbeath, Stranraer, Berwick
1957-58 Third Lanark, Stenhousemuir, Stirling Albion
1958-59 Cowdenbeath, St Johnstone, Dundee United
1959-60 Cowdenbeath, St Johnstone, Alloa
1960-61 Dumbarton, Alloa, Berwick
1961-62 Albion Rovers, Queen's Park, East Stirlingshire, Forfar
1962-63 Arbroath, Alloa, Stirling Albion W
1963-64 Clyde, Stranraer, Ayr United W
1964-65 Dumbarton, Ayr United, Berwick W
1965-66 Hibs, Falkirk, St Mirren
1966-67 Arbroath, East Fife, Third Lanark W
1967-68 Queen of the South, Raith, Dumbarton W
1968-69 Celtic, Rangers, Partick
1969-70 Hearts, St Mirren, Dundee United W
1970-71 Rangers, Motherwell, Dunfermline
1971-72 Celtic, Rangers, Ayr United
1972-73 Partick, Stranraer, Cowdenbeath
1973-74 Hibs, Dumbarton, Ayr United
1974-75 Hearts, Dunfermline, Aberdeen
1975-76 Stenhousemuir, Stranraer, Albion Rovers
1976-77 Stirling Albion, East Stirlingshire, Cowdenbeath
1981-82 Rangers, Raith, Dundee
1982-83 Aberdeen, Dundee, Dumbarton
Morton won their group nine times out of thirty-three. Who did they play the most? Cowdenbeath. Who did they never play? Clydebank, Meadowbank, Montrose.
Morton have signed Jamie McDonagh, formerly of Sheffield United, and Caolan McAleer, formerly of Partick, East Fife and Airdrieonians.
[0 - 0. Under the rules of this new League Cup, a draw after 90 minutes goes directly to penalty kicks. Morton prevail 4 - 3. Morton receive 2 points, and Albion 1 point. Elsewhere in the group it's Clyde 1 - 2 Kilmarnock. Berwick were idle. So the Group H standings after the first day are:
In 1967, Jocelyn Bell became the first human to observe a neutron star. She went on to the presidency of the Royal Astronomical Society, and knighthood, but she was excluded from the 1974 Nobel Prize for Physics that went to her supervisor. Her star, PSR B1919+21, is 2283 light years from here, and pulses every 1.33 seconds. The list of known neutron stars now runs above 2000. Today is her 73rd birthday.