Contents ( 71)
- THE YOUNG TEAM
- Contents
- PART I
- Crucible
- Urban Legends
- Billy the Kid and the KO at the Coral
- The Boldness Inside
- Yankee Doodle Dandy
- The Ghosts of Christmas Past
- Live and Kicking
- Trials and Retribution
- Bandit Country
- A Shite Christmas
- Blue Crowns and Jackie the Bird
- Dead or Alive
- Lessons
- The First Day of Marching Season
- The Easter Holidayz
- Helicopter Sunday
- PART II
- Galvanised
- A Strathclyde Safari
- The Nature of the Beast
- Raving in the Bedroom
- Anthems for Doomed Youth
- PART III
- Hardened
- Gardening Leave
- Arabian Nights
- Gentle Sins
- Fantasylands
- PART IV
- Corroded
- Chemical Unhappiness
- The Dark Leaves of Mint
- A Bridge Too Far
- Any Port in a Storm
- PART V
- Slab
- The Blue Light in the Toilet
- Toffey and Other Suites
- Last of the Mohicans
- The Lost Boys
- PART VI
- Collapse
- Language
- Persona Non Grata
- Old Friends
- Time and Wounds
- Different Paths
- The Toi Boiz
- A Match Made in Heaven
- Supply and Demands
- The Fundamental Difference Between Uz
- The Crooked Branch Above the Burn
- Trafficking Jams
- PART VII
- Scrap
- Favours, Debts and Faust
- What Was Once a Game
- The Side Effects of Fun
- Survival of the Fittest
- An Ancient Ritual
- Changes
- PART VIII
- Reformed
- Postcode Warriors
- The Supernatural Force of the Friday Feeling
- The Philosophical Difference Between Running and Walking
- Airdrie Boys
- THE YOUNG TEAM
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