Archives for November 2008
Ask yourself honestly - if your ship came in would you push the boat out and buy a football club?
It's lunacy. Madness. Financial self-flagellation. Why not just put your £100 notes in a shredder and save a bit of time?
Of course, given the lottery win, I would probably be certified insane in that department just like the rest of the fruitcakes through history who have bled themselves dry over the love affair of the local footballing institution.
So the Scottish FA got lucky. It happens sometimes when you press the gamble button.
Great players don't necessarily morph into great coaches and I suspect the Buenos Aires blazers may have forgotten to check the small print. But so what, who cares when you look at the view from Mount Florida?
The SFA clearly think they are anchored halfway between the Royal family and the Da Vinci Code.
Talk of bloodlines and gentlemen's agreements, clearly sealed over a large gin and tonic by some crusty old blazers after a meeting of the four home associations, belong to a different era.
You can just see them, huddling together in a dusty old London club over another large one, saying: "Let's keep this stoutly British. Never mind what the rest of the world is doing. Bloodlines it is, if you want to play for one of us."
What an anachronism.
The world has moved on. The planet is a melting pot now and the Scottish Football Association had better realise it.