Today is Morton's day off from League Cup group stage action, so the club have arranged a friendly against the Swansea City U21 squad at Cappielow.
Swansea City Association Football Club are a Welsh club currently playing in the English Premier League. They are nicknamed the Swans, and accordingly wear white. They have been members of the FA since the early 1920s, but their only spells in the top division were the early 1980s and now in the 2010s. They won the English League Cup in 2012-13, and have won the Welsh Cup ten times.
Of course, this is the U21 squad, not the senior squad, so Morton stand a chance. This game is interesting in the context of the new format Scottish Challenge Cup (a.k.a. Irn-Bru Cup) which will include Scottish Premiership U20 sides, and some Welsh and Northern Ireland clubs. It's also an opportunity for Jim Duffy to scout for a Swansea player to sign on loan, or to sell some academy players.
The academy is getting a lot of the credit for Saturday's win in Kilmarnock, especially Jai Quitongo.
Alex Samuel will be playing for Swansea. There's a goal for them.
All eyes will be on the out-of-town scoreboard. Morton enjoy a five-point lead in Group H, which Killie and Albion Rovers can each reduce to two today. Conversely, Morton are guaranteed first place if both Clyde and Berwick win in the shootout.
Morton [1 - 2] Swansea City U21
[Morton's goal came from Jon Scullion. Byers and Jones scored for Swansea. Attendance 377.]
Albion Rovers [1 - 2] Clyde
Berwick [2 - 3] Kilmarnock
[Group H now looks like this:
Clyde have played their four games, so only Kilmarnock can catch Morton now.]
My aunt is cutting up bacon rind for our birds. She is doing this with rather a shaky hand, in half an hour the taxi will be here and I must say good-bye. The shadow of farewells is upon the bacon rind and to-day the birds will not have such a finely chopped feast as yesterday. We take the rind and the breakfast crumbs and the crusts broken into pieces and put them on the lawn; now we stand back behind the window curtains and watch for cats. My aunt will have no cat in our garden. Also my aunt will see fair play between the birds, who sitting now and swinging gently upon the tree branches are about to have this lovely meal-o of bacon rind and crusty bread. It is a sunny day and early in the morning, the grass is heavy with dew and the sun low upon our neighbours' roofs.
Yesterday the gardener was here, and now the garden, newly prinked and tidied, the paths as neat and formal as a parade, shines beneath this early morning sun that has broken through to break the rain and storm clouds of past months. How very spry the garden looks, like a good child that has a washed face and a clean pinafore.
My aunt taps sharply on the window from behind the curtain. The thrush is cheating. Thrusting the smaller sparrows aside with greedy beak he gobbles up the lovely rind. Now, now, says my aunt. Now, now. That will do.
Stevie Smith, Over the Frontier, pages 115-6 (Virago edition).