WHEN Borna Barisic joined up with the Croatian squad for an international double-header this month, you didn’t need to be one of the world’s greatest sleuths to detect what the general bletherings would be about.
STEVEN Gerrard has expressed his desire to tie up a quartet of loan signings on permanent deals at Rangers.
In the eyes of many a harrumphing cynic, the Irn Bru Cup remains an unsightly concoction that may as well have been devised in the same lab where Victor Frankenstein conducted some of his more grotesque experiments. Colt teams here, English National League clubs there, Irish and Welsh outfits everywhere? It’s the kind of carbuncle that could’ve won the Plook on the Plinth award. Don’t say that to Paul Doswell and his Sutton United troops, though. They’ll be getting free crates from the sponsors for their enthusiasm. For those sturdy fans of a more intrepid nature, Sutton’s expedition north from south west London to Airdrie was the kind of arduous hike that would’ve had Hannibal turning to his legions at Keele services and saying ‘sod this lads, we’ll just head back’. An 844 mile round trip certainly wasn’t for the casual, fair-weather supporter.
The grandbairn has spoken and it seems we need a new plinth in Scottish football’s pantheon of greats under which we can all kneel and worship ourselves into a state of flapping reverence.
WHEN you’re trying to establish yourself in the professional game, you have to be prepared to fling some clobber in a bag at the last minute, grab the clubs and make a spontaneous trek to a far flung land.
THERE’S no such thing as a quick blether with Craig Brown. The jovial, genial and loquacious former Scotland manager doesn’t need to be persuaded to delve into the archives and guddle around for a variety of meandering anecdotes and wandering reminiscences that often turn a press briefing into something resembling a chortling Ronnie Corbett monologue.
FASHION trends come and go but one thing that hasn’t changed is Partick Thistle’s record against Rangers.
Life, they say, begins at 40. Others will say it actually begins at 50 or perhaps even 60? But let’s just say that it begins at 40 for the sake of this tangled introduction because Craig Lee is 40 and he is seeking a new beginning. The problem is, he’s not quite sure where to start.
IN the angst-ridden aftermath of Hibernian’s 4-1 mauling by Aberdeen, Neil Lennon gave his players the kind of savaging usually reserved for a stricken gazelle being stripped to the bones by a bubbling shoal of Piranha.
