See me? Sometimes ma insight frightens even maself. Just like yer old Paw predicted way back last year, yon sausage-eater Berti Vogts has been appointed tae follow in ma footsteps and lead the Scottish Football team tae glory. Remember, you heard it here first. Maybe ah should get a job wi' one of they tabloids as "Mystic Paw, the fitba' psychic". Or maybe no'.

Anyhows, Berti is a good pal o' mine and, once he's settled intae the manager's job, he has promised to share his thoughts and views with me in the months ahead, exclusively for the benefit of all FirstFoot readers. Watch this space.

Although the appointment of a foreign coach for the first time in oor history is no' tae everyone's liking, I know that, as a German, Berti shares many things in common wi' the Scots, not least of which is a healthy and deep-rooted passion for sticking one right up the English, and that's good enuff fer me.

In a phone call from his winter palace in Kuwait, Berti told me candidly that he was looking forward tae the challenge of turning the sorry bunch of losers he's inherited from me intae a team of world-beaters. Mind you, he was pished as a fart when he said it right enough.

Still, who knows, if "Der Fuhrer" can blend some o' that renowned German efficiency and ruthlessness with oor Scottish passion and heart, we might just have a wee chance.

As a player, Berti won the World Cup in 1974, and as an Assistant Manager he won it again in 1990, so ah wid just like tae say tae any English commentators that might be reading this, frae now on ye can stick yer bloody interminable smug references tae 1966 right up yer arse.

Aggressive and tenacious, Hans-Hubert Vogts was nicknamed "Der Terrier" in his playing days. It's affy appropriate, that, 'cos now he's a real Scottie.

Let's go bite some ankles, Berti.

All together now, "Schottland, Schottland uber alles".