So, the bookies
got it right. Walter Smith is the newly appointed scapegoat
fer Scotland’s future fitba failures.
Bugger. Ah hud
£20 on Jimmy Krankie tae get the job.
Still, it has
tae be said that Walter is a hugely astute and intelligent
man who talks a lot of sense. He must be. Just after his
appointment, he said this;
“Craig Brown
got the best out of his players by creating a team situation
in the same way you try to do at club level.”
“Craig did
a brilliant job (dae ye hear that? No just good, but BRILLIANT)
and the key is to achieve the same sort of teamwork and
battling spirit that his teams had back in the 1990’s.”
Well, hallie-fuggin-looya!
At last, sumbdy wi’ the brains tae realise that ah
wis, in fact, one of the best managers oor wee country
huz ever had. Walter huz shot up in ma estimation, and
if he ever needs a shoulder tae cry on (it’s more
of a “when” rather than “if” scenario)
mine is always there for him, even if it IS a wee bit
arthritic these days and ma doctor (one of Scotland’s
leading geriatric specialists, nae less) huz warned me
tae avoid that kind of excess dampness.
At last, sumbdy
whae appreciates that ah wis the dug’s gonads fer
taking Scotland tae the finals of Euro 96 and the 98 World
Cup.
At last, sumbdy
wi’ the bottle tae admit that by steering Scotland
tae 20th place in the FIFA World Rankings (57 places higher
than we currently stand) yer auld pal Paw wis workin’
a miracle roughly akin in stature tae feedin’ the
5000 wi’ a fish supper and a plain loaf.
At last, sumbdy
whae accepts the fact that, in addition tae being one
o’ the nicest and most modest people on the planet,
in international football management terms, PAW BROON
IS THE DADDY.
At last.
A man like that’ll
no go far wrong in ma humble estimation.
Mind, ah’ll
still gie him pelters when he loses. Make nae mistake
aboot that.
It’s one
thing tae recognise that ah wis right all along. It’s
another thing entirely tae try and emulate ma outstanding
achievements and be as brilliant as whit I wis.
Ah dinnae envy
him the task.
