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I am not, and never have been, a fan of George Burley. The performance by Scotland against Wales on Saturday defied description in the first half. At 3-0 down we gave away a stone wall penalty that wasn’t given and Marshall, the goalie, should have been sent off. So that would have been 4-0 with ten men. We’d no doubt have shut up shop at that point and sloped off with a four goal defeat. As it was we lost to a bunch of schoolboys by three.
He had to go. And go he has.
Our game is a mess. I mean, let’s face it, Hibs are within a win of topping the league despite a makeshift team in parts and having sold 11 internationalists in five years. How is that possible? I’lll tell you how. Because everyone else is dreadful. And if you want proof of that look at Rangers’ and Celtic’s positions in their European groups. Both bottom, neither with a pot washed.
Investment in Scottish football’s youth (outside of Easter Road) is lamentable and that’s why that old saying “There’s no easy games in international football” is true once again. Scotland is an easy game. Falkirk went out of Europe to a team from Leichtenstien.
Lichstentsien!
In the past, had a Scottish team drawn a team from Lichstentsien we’d have needed a calculator to work out the aggregate score.
So back to Burley. Cheerio and good riddance I say. We’ve had two clowns in charge (Burley and Vogts). It seems remarkable that the rose between those two thorns was dour old Walter Smith who got the team playing again, reaching unheard of heights.
He leaves? Splash, right back in the poo.
Smith is sitting in the Ibrox ejector seat so I suspect the SFA will make the predictable decision to send him a parachute. Indeed this may all be part of a “plan”.
By the way. Check out 60 Watt’s topical Scotsman.com ad in The Scotsman.
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My mate Mike is a rubbish golfer. He can’t hit a driver to save himself but he’s solid with a 7 iron. Plop, plop , plop goes each shot, down the middle, sinks the putt and it’s a par.
It’s real safety officer stuff but it grinds out results.
So, to Rangers.
Their European campaign, although succesful is like playing golf with a 7 iron. Nothing ventured, nothing ventured.
It makes you weep how dull and unimaginative it is. It’s horrific. But hey, the ends might just justify the means.
Whatever.
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The Cabbage could get into Europe.
Hearts could win the Diddy League. (Although, if memory serves me correctly Mr Romanov predicted that they should be, about now, in the Semi Finals of the Champion’s League defending last year’s title)
Carlisle United look like getting promoted two years’ running.
Queen of the South, yes, Queen of the South are in tomorrow’s Scottish Cup Final. If they win they’ll be dancing in the streets of Queen of the South (in fact by all accounts they already are.
Cardiff City are in the English FA Cup Final and they’re not even English.
Rangers are in the EUFA Cup Semi Final.
I blame it on global warming.
