Sunday, 4 July 2010


If you could go back in time to any match what would it be?

I would take my Tardis back to Highbury and Rangers v Red Star Belgrade in 1964.
The largest Rangers travelling support, a crucial win in the European Cup and a Jim Baxter masterclass. Who could ask for anything more!

GO GIO. The Future’s Bright. The Future’s Orange.

Congratulation to former Ranger and now Holland captain, Gio Van Bronckhorst on leading Holland to the World Cup semi finals. Gio was and is a superb player and left after 3 seasons at Ibrox to join Arsenal for £8.5 million. (Not often Monsieur Wenger dips that deep in the Arsenal coffers). Will we see another ex Rangers hold aloft the World Cup? I really hope so. Perhaps the Rinu Gittuso theorem is not that far off afterall! But best check with Paul the Octopuss first.

The distinguishing feature of all the semi finalists is their dedication to a team ethic. Something a few other nations already back home might do well to take note of.
It returns to Mr Struth’s first law. “No man is greater than the team.”

Monday, 28 June 2010


Kindly note, all betting tips for the World Cup 2010 have been deferred to the Octopus.

Sunday, 27 June 2010


Just clicked on BBC news and found it.
Pope Ratzi the Nazi having the temerity to describe the Belgian police raid on Catholic Church offices in Belgian as ‘deplorable.’ What really is deplorable is the Catholics church’s organised and systematic abuse of little children whose parents naively thought priests could be trusted. How dare he call the Belgian investigations as deplorable.


With respect to USA, Algeria and Slovenia, England play their first quality opponents and get slaughtered. Though to be fair to the former trio, England on a good day are pretty much on their level.

The Manager : Intransigent. As for the mistakes, I can’t be wasting an hour on his shortcomings at this tournament. As for taking questions from an interpreter after today’s game, what a final insult. Ciao.
The Premier League : It’s not the best league in the world, it’s the best paid league in the world. Stop kidding that its players are the best in the world and putting them on a pedestal. Moreover let’s not kid ourselves the English players in the Premier League are the best in the world. But don’t forget they have their families and their roots in this country with a full support system behind them whilst the foreign players are a long way from home.
The FA : They can sack the manager but this is where the cancer of mediocrity emanates from.
The Media : Pandering and massaging the ego’s of the players. Frankly it’s about time these prissy prima donnas are no longer treated as celebrities they are sportsmen and as has been exposed, some way off world class.
Television : Stop the hysterical ‘England Expects’ coverage, it puts additional pressure.
Agents : From a young age players are surrounded by agents who tell them how wonderful they are, they actually need people around them to tell them that they are overpaid and overrated. Frankly they are bloody lucky young men who should get on their hands and knees in gratitude to be paid to play football.
Beckham : Did you notice how after the Slovenia game, his fawning media friends started spinning how Becks had got Milner playing well. Beckham cost England 3 world cups whilst playing and ‘brand Beckham’s’ presence for England is always good for Brand Beckham it’s a liability and distraction for England.

The Manager : Bring Back Hoddle? Bring Back anyone? Someone who will put the players in their place, knows tactics, blimey Eileen Drewery couldn’t have run England 2010 any worse.
Players : Don’t go for the prima donnas, go for people with a bit of fire in their belly desperate to wear the 3 lions. Prepared to play within a team pattern. If they are from mid table premier league teams or even second tier outfits, why not.
The FA : Get professionals in, get out the freeloaders, get out the apparatichiks and political appointees. Moreover if the FA are serious about success, they will sort out the grass roots. How with all their resources can England produce single footed players who can’t play in multiple positions and worst of all cannot control the ball properly.

Thursday, 24 June 2010


Yesterday’s BBC commentary on England v Slovenia has to be among the more ludicrous to have ever been broadcast. At best it was juvenile but infantile is probably a more appropriate description. I’m not going to waste time going over the multitude of stupidity but the commentator’s remark about the first 2 games being forgiven was so moronic given that the 2nd place finish in the easiest group ensures a path to the final that will now have to include Germany and Argentina. And as for Mark Lawrenson, ‘Lawro’ from Preston has the temerity to play the ‘England Cheerleader’ card when he chose himself to represent none other than....Ireland. Even though I find it morally wrong I can understand why limited players will use some obscure great grandad’s birth certificate to get a sniff of international football, but Lawrenson if he had wanted was easily a good enough player to regularly have the 3 lions on his shirt. So why didn’t the Cheerleader want them?


Last night I did the unthinkable, I passed up watching a big World Cup match (but I did watch the Germany v Ghana highlights later) to watch a game of tennis. And tell you what, I’m glad I did. The truly great football teams have the qualities of resilience, determination and a sheer bloody mindedness never to give in, to never surrender. None perhaps more so than Mr Struth’s legendary inter war Rangers. Last night I was privileged to watch Nicolas Mahut and John Isner break all tennis records in a final set tie break that finished in the mid summer dusk still deadlocked at 59 games all. Moreover in this age of cynical of professional sport awash with money it’s easy to think that one of the men would think of throwing it in as there will be another payday round the corner and why risk collecting an injury. Not a bit of it, not only was the physical stamina of both men awesome but their mental strength when clearly their body must have been telling them to do something else was truly staggering. In the tiny court 18 and watched by others from adjoining balaconies this was a truly rare and glorious throwback to the Corinthian ethos of playing sport for the honour of victory and the special pride in never accepting defeat. I suspect there’s a few footballers who would do well to take note.