Can I finish writing before we find out if Scotland are still in the World Cup? Do we live to fight another day? More likely we live to be shite another day. How best to sum up the last two games... You know the post credits scene in the very first episode of Still Game? The one where Winston's grandson Joe has his boxing match and Jack and Victor arrive to watch just as the bell rings but by the time they take their coats and scarves off and turn around to watch he's already been knocked out. It's been pretty much like that really. I was desperately hoping it wouldn't happen but Scotland, like about a dozen other teams in this World Cup already were caught by the scourge of modern football: trying to play out from the back. Boys who think they are footballers when in reality they are players who are used to doing it at their clubs in slow motion with opponents who are poorly coached and don't have the quality or wherewithal to set traps and don't really press....
No doubt the referee fucked that for us tonight but my god, my beloved club looks a sorry, sorry sight. Pitch is crap, team lacks quality, experience and leadership, the manager still doesn't appear to be able to get us playing in any sort of coherent style, boys clearly want away and haven't been interested since we went out of Europe, the manager looks to me like he's ran out of ideas and enthusiasm. The scary thing is, changing him now would probably result in an even cheaper, pishier option because the Chairman (the root of the problem) is only interested sucking us dry. I heard someone else say recently that this is the tail-end of the Thompson-era playing out all over again. He's dead right. The growing gaps in the stands (ridiculous kick of times and horrendous weather notwithstanding) suggest apathy is starting to set in big time. This is Mellonball with punters in. It sounds bizarre but I actually feel less invested just now than I did when we went down a few s...