Good morning or indeed Good whatever time of day you visit this corner of the internet. You join us at a golden time for Cowdenbeath, who are not only Champions of Scotland but Champions of Europe. Somersault, jump. I turned 35 yesterday, so let the festivities continue in the only way I know how.

What better way to celebrate than the regen of Mark Iuliano?

Not bad!

Meanwhile Man Utd are doing their bit to help. They needlessly swoop in to sign Fowler ahead of Midlands duo Birmingham and WBA.

£9m gets you the regen of Gazza. He will get injured at some point but he’s 17 years younger than Bjorn, so swings and roundabouts.

Incredible scenes as Owen buggers off back down south.

With Celtic ruined, they also take Barrett from Rangers. Fergie, top lad.

The season starts with a handsome win. Even Billy Mac scores against his old club.

Celtic start with a loss. Good.

The carbonated beverage cup sees us edge past Falkirk. Pavdog picks up a needless red card which will at least give someone else a chance.

Hearts are the next to be beaten, not convincingly but nevertheless, we move.

Meanwhile, we’ve all got Broadwood.

This is a Champions League draw which is great for our chance of progression but bad for air miles. I suppose Galatasaray made the semis last season.

Our old foes Montrose are next up in the “is Pepsi ok?” cup. It’s a bloodbath but a win.

Rangers are on the ropes.

That said, they go a man and a goal up against us after just five minutes. We show incredible fight to recover from 3-1 down to be level and we’re unfortunate not to win.

Willie Woods, the artist formerly known as Alan Shearer, has had his moments since joining but none as good as this. A tricky game at Dunfermline is going nowhere but Willie strikes three more times to win the day.

The good news just keeps on coming…

Another goal fest, this time at all conquering Airdrie. The goals spread about nicely amongst the team.

Celtic win most accurate crowd but their title chances are…Crumplin…early on this season.

Champions League time and Dinamo Tblisi are woefully unequipped to deal with our attacking talents. Old man Bjorn adds the cherry on the cake.

Raith Rovers last less than a minute but it’s an uneventful afternoon.

Sadler, Saville and Sexton all sound like nicknames on a stag do. We put 7 past them like the party animals that we are.

Well, we should win that. We’ve never actually won this cup.

Hibs give us an early fright but the front players never stop. They are relentless.

Good result? Bad result? Time will tell.

Our toughest group game sees us score four away from home as we leave Turkey with 3 points. What form we’re in.

This though is the result we’ve been waiting on. Celtic take a hell of a beating.

32 shots. A battering. The chasm between the two sides is enormously pleasing.

Even Clydebank can’t stop us. A clean sheet too!

With everybody played once, we’re five points clear of Rangers and 10 of Celtic. This might be as good as it gets.

Here’s the squad after the slight summer reshape.

As predicted, Gazza junior is injured.

Look at them all, performing like classic Holland.

So this utopia we’ve created in Cowdenbeath goes on for another week, I hope you’ll join me next week as we try and clean up, including three cups potentially coming to our trophy room as we compete for the World Club Cup, the European Super Cup and of course the Carbonated Beverage beaker. See you there?!