This report on Scotland’s fathomlessly futile friendly against Canada on Wednesday is just brilliant gallows humour. A sample:
34.41 Scotland score in the most fittingly shambolic way possible. The collection of buffoonery has to be broken down piece by piece to truly be appreciated. • Lee Wallace’s cross is deflected by Manjrekar James • Goalkeeper Thomas goes to push the ball clear but doesn’t get it past the sliding Steven Naismith in front of him • Ball hits thigh of Naismith and rolls over the buttocks of left-back Maxim Tissot • Tissot, on the deck, whirls round in a panic and goes to clear • Instead of clearing, he whacks the ball off Scott Arfield who, due to actually being on his feet, was in a much better position to remove the danger • The ball spins out a further eight yards to Tom Cairney who mishits his first-time volley • Ever the instinctive hitman, Naismith sticks out a leg and cushions the ball back across goal, as it slowly bounces over the line. As an aside, if you watch the footage of this goal on YouTube, provided by ESPN’s Spanish language channel, the commentator decides to do the traditional South American “Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal” after Naismith’s deflection crosses the line. My friend, this is the least deserving “Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal” of all time.
Yep..I saw that…fantastic goal!
I think it’s worse being English; might get further in the process, but greater expectations evens it out, and, given the more public stage, surely makes it worse!
I kid you not, last night Henry Winter was mourning the days of great English defenders.
“Where have they gone since those halcyon days,” said the cold-season-named-clueless-pundit, before, and I have to stress, I kid you not, he quoted, not Bobby Moore, not even Jackie Charlton, but the scintillating World Cup campaign of 2006.
Brilliant, that’s now the benchmark.
I may have said this before but when Shearer on MOTD makes out players these days “don’t know they’re born, compared to my day…” etc – it’s worth remembering that he earned similarly unfathomable amounts during his time.
It’s funny how the people that get worked up in nationalism (urgh) couldn’t give a flying fig when it comes to actual programmes that promote excellence on the world stage. Be it sport or art.
I’m not referencing anybody here. Just to be clear.
That blog is further proof that the Scots are easily the funniest nation on earth.
Well I’m not laughing.
Tomorrow night? I really do not care, sadly…….time was…… Wembley 1971/73/75/77, Czechoslovakia 1973…. Hampden Park zillions of time.