The juggernaut that is the Fife just keeps rumbling on, bullying all-comers out of the way. Even before the ref's opening whistle today, Elgin appeared as disillusioned as the seven forlorn looking fans who'd made the trip south to support their team. By the time Paul McManus had opened the scoring in the third minute, it was already evident that the only things that could stop us this afternoon would be bad luck or our own complacency. It's a testament to the players that, despite our visitors being nothing less than utter shite, they maintained their concentration and were thoroughly professional throughout.

Elgin had been on the wrong end of a Scottish Cup doin' at Arbroath last week but, in recent matches, have looked reasonable enough in the league. They were to pay the penalty, however, for some sloppy defending very early today. After only two minutes Bobby Linn (who otherwise was pretty mince for most of the first half) casually took the ball off their cumbersome centre half and slid it through to Paul McManus. The centre forward's on fire right now so it was with some ease that he blasted low past the keeper from the edge of the box. A wonderful start for the team and a perfect photo-opportunity for me. If only... Hmmm, well ah had ma camera; ah just forgot tae put a fuckin' battery in it. Whit a knob!

It had been arduous enough already for the hardy souls who'd made the trip from Elgin but Paul's opener silenced them completely. Despite occasionally flickin' the vics at us, we didn't hear another peep out of them all afternoon. The same couldn't be said, however, for big Keith (the DOB fae ma work) who'd decided to heed my advice and finally visit Bayview. He was as impressed as we've all been this term and before long was right intae the spirit - where he discovered the words tae Mary Fae Methilhill, I'll probably never know but he was soon belting out the words wi' the rest of us (clean version, of course).

Meanwhile, on the park, the boys were stroking the ball around the park with considerale ease. Stewart, Walker and McManus were making some great runs top end and, to complement their hard work, Young, Fozzie and (in particular) Dougie Cameron were firing in some outstanding passes. We should have certainly added to the opener on more than one occasion but, alas, all to often the final touch just let us down and, somehow, Elgin were able to scramble the ball to safety.

At the other end, big Tweedie and Smart were sauntering their way through the game and even on the couple of times that our visitors were able to get a shot on target, Fox was more than capable in the Fife goal. He had a decent game last week at Inverurie; when he was called into action today, there was nothing to suggest that we've got anything less than the best two keepers in the Division. This was our fifth game on the bounce without conceding and whilst we've certainly been banging in the goals at the other end, our forwards' confidence must surely be strengthened by the knowledge that, at the back, we're as solid as they come right now.

It was a surprise, then, when the nearside post came to young Fox's rescue early in the second half. With an unusual lapse in concentration, Greig McDonald left the keeper exposed - if the ball had been fired in a couple inches to the right, who knows what might have happened? As it was, we rode our luck and kept our wits about us. Minutes later we doubled our lead.

By that time, Keith and I had decanted to the other end of the stand so had a perfect view of Dougie Cameron's cross from the corner. Jonathan Smart had an equally good view and rose, unmarked, to powerfully head home. Easy peasy for the big man, relief among the fans in the stand (hey, for all our dominance, until the second one went in we were still a bit on edge) and the points nicely wrapped up with half an hour to spare.

Which allowed the team to relax and simply rip Elgin tae bits. Deserved man of the match, Paul McManus, had played his socks off throughout and was to be instrumental in our third - the best goal of the afternoon. Picking up the ball in midfield, he strode forward while the Elgin defence failed miserably to even get a tackle in. From the edge of the box, Paul would have been justified in having a pop himself but unselfishly looked up, saw a team-mate unmarked and slid a perfectly weighted pass infield. Paul Walker side footed the ball home from twelve yards and claimed his fourth of the season (I think....)

It was a goal of the highest standard, wonderfully created and beautifully executed. If Keith hadn't already been won over by the quality of the fare on offer at Bayview this season, this was the defining moment. Expect tae see him at Brechin in a fortnight (he's gonna try for Stranraer next week but reckons his better half might not be too happy of he fucks off to the arsehole of Scotland for the best part of the weekend....).

As the minutes ran down, all that remained was for the Fife to score a fourth goal and enable me tae grab full points in the Predictor (hranted, Smartie didnae get all four....). And with barely ten minutes remaining, Bobby Linn (whose second hal performance was so good he was challenging for man of the match - hey, it really is a funny old game) kindly obliged. The Elgin defence was posted absent throughout most of the game so it was hardly a big surprise for Linn to find himself one-on-one with the keeper.

The goalie made a vain attempt to dive at his feet for the ball (talk about going down in instalments; fuck sake, ah'm more supple!) but merely looked foolish as the on-loan striker effortlessly ambled past him and toe-poked the ball into an empty net.

Nae doubt I could have gotten great odds at the bookies but I was too worried about hoofin' as much beer doon ma face in Spoonies (Real Ale Festival' £1.29 a pint) before the game that I, of course, hadn't bothered. But that was the least of my worries. The whistler blew to end the game, the Elgin players scurried off as fast as they could (don't worry, lads, you're just the latest in a long list...) and me and the hun headed for Leven Bus Station. Forty minutes later we were back in Spoonies in Kirkcaldy and the rest, as they say, is just a pleasant hazy memory.

The Fife go marching on and the only thing I've got to worry about now is how I sneak Keith away from his wife for next Saturday's trip tae Stranraer!

Nae photos fae me this week but for some belters by Mr Corstorphine Click Here