"My older sister’s boyfriend Dougie Gibbs was the one who first got me into Hibs. For a brief boyhood moment, I thought the world of him and wanted to be like him. Lacking an older brother, I copied what he said and did, and became a Hibby like Gibby. My hero even took me to watch a match at Easter Road – which my father, nominally a Jambo but with no real interest in football, stubbornly refused to do. But when Gibby came to spend a week with us on holiday, he shat the bed every night, fouling the cheap blue sleeping bag my mother had laid out for him on the floor of the room we children shared. Whatever juvenile terrors had startled out his jobbies in the depths of the summer night, he had hibsed it with us beyond all imagining, the spin-cycled sack now a winding-sheet for my admiration and my sister’s love. No matter how many times my mother put it through the washing machine, it remained as tainted as a leper’s mantle and none of us ever slept in it again.""
Which poster on Hibs.net is Gibby?
Quite a few shat it when we didn't get Scott Allan and after we lost to Livingston.
Maybe one of them is Gibby.