We welcome a new manager, the nation rejoices in unanimous celebration of Scotland’s saviour. A national good guy had taken on the top job, for the second time and was definetley not first choice.
Alex Mcleish had deserted the sunk ship following a half decent campaign that left Scotland with half decent failure. Off to Birmingham City, sharpish and the fans had not forgotten.
A qualifying campaign that had seen no hopers Israel showboating in a home annihilation of the less than gallant Scots. Bad enough we then were slaughtered in Kazakhstan, humiliated.
The press looked for reassurance, Craig Brown came to Eck’s defence as did other managers.
We were not kidded, not for one minute.
In asking the old manager’s club for a view the answer was predictable and also there was no further questioning in just what evidence was there of progress or of hope.
Step forward to this weeks big news that following months of shamefull, nay shameless hopelessness we are to get a new (sic) PM. Number one candidate, first off the blocks, or should I rephrase ‘off his block’, the incorrigible Boris.
His record as a government minister made oor Eck’s reign seem like one of sheer genius. I nearly crashed my car as Eddie Mair in interviewing the then foreign secretary on BBC radio 4. His, Boris’s performance was so woeful, so unprepared in his brief that said Boris was heard shuffling his papers and in fact continually answered the previous question. Eddie Mair politely suggested that the interview was not an episode of the Two Ronnies, a Mastermind sketch.
Just as oor woeful BBC Scotland journos asked Eck’s pals for reassurance the London BBC asked Boris’ father for a recommendation on Boris’ suitability for PM.
Beyond satire but sadly in either case not beyond belief.
I await my father’s views to the media on my suitability for the Scotland job.
Hamish
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