Maybe Big Eck Is Rubbish - But His Competitive Record Says Different

WE ARE always being telt - “Fita is a results-driven business son.” OK, on that basis, the measure of a manager ought to be: how good is he at winning games which matter? Does he win leagues, and cups and qualify us for international competitions?

In international football – your leagues are your qualifying groups for the finals of the World Cup and the European Championships. Do well in these leagues, and you have a chance of winning these cups.

 Alex McLeish - has a very good competitive record

I appreciate that the FIFA rankings – wrongly in my opinion – take into account results in “friendlies” or “international challenge matches”, whatever you want to call them. My argument is, such games should not be counted, because, in most such games, the managers are trying things out: discovering if Tom, Dick and Harry can form an adequate back three partnership, or if Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew and Cuthbert, can form the midfield quartet capable of providing goal-scoring chances for front two Dibble and Grubb.

For these reasons, I discount results in friendlies – only competitive games count, and a league table of Scottish team managers/head coaches, based only on competitive results, makes interesting reading.

What I have included as “competitive games” are the old Home Internationals, World Cup and European Championship qualifiers, and games in the finals of these two competitions.

This table reads:

Manager	Games	Won	Drawn	Lost	Wins %	Points %	Tourneys	Qualified
Tommy Docherty	7	6	0	1	85.7	85.7	2	1
Ian McCall	20	14	1	5	70	71.7	1	0
Alex McLeish 2	6	4	0	2	66.7	66.7	1	In progress
Alex McLeish 1	7	4	0	3	57.1	57.1	1	0
Ally MacLeod	9	5	2	2	55.5	62.9	2	1
Craig Brown	47	26	12	9	55.3	63.8	4	2
Matt Busby	2	1	1	0	50	66.7	0	0
Malky McDonald	2	1	1	0	50	66.7	0	0
Walter Smith	10	5	2	3	50	56.7	2	0
Willie Ormond	25	12	6	7	48	56	3	2
Gordon Strachan	26	12	6	8	46.2	53.8	3	0
Jock Stein 1	7	3	1	3	42.9	47.6	1	0
Andy Roxburgh	35	14	10	11	40	49.5	4	2
Jock Stein 2	44	17	10	17	38.6	46.2	4	2
Berti Vogts	13	5	4	4	38.5	48.7	2	0
George Burley	8	3	1	4	37.5	41.7	1	0
Bobby Brown	23	8	6	9	34.8	43.5	3	0
Craig Levein	12	3	4	5	25	36.1	2	0
Andy Beattie 2	5	1	2	2	20	33.3	0	0
Alex Ferguson	6	1	2	3	16.7	27.8	1	1
Andy Beattie 1	2	0	0	2	0	0	0	0

Where we changed managers in the middle of a qualifying group, I credit both managers with the final outcome. For instance, Tommy Docherty got us started in the 1974 World Cup qualifying campaign, before he left for Manchester United and Willie Ormond got us over the line. Similarly, Jock Stein got us to the verge of qualifying for the 1986 World Cup finals, but, Fergie had to negotiate the two-legged play-off with Australia to get us there.

For all I know, these football writers and fans calling for the head of Alex McLeish, on account of losing to Kazakhstan, could be right. However, his record as Scotland boss – and the high place he holds in the above table, would seem to indicate, they are wrong.

I reckon calling for Big Eck's head after the game in Nursultan was a typical and all-too-familiar case of Scottish over-reaction to a set-back. It's kind of like writing-off Andy Murray after he loses the first game of the first set of a match; a game in which his opponent served.

THE FACT the body which runs English football has always called itself “The Football Association” has never troubled me greatly. That name was a reflection of the fact, back then, football being mainly a middle-class sport, largely practiced in the public schools of the UK, and the products of these seats of learning have never been able to differentiate between “England” and “Great Britain” or “the United Kingdom.”

Look at the other major sporting organisations set up in the Victorian era: The Amateur Athletics Association, the Lawn Tennis Association, the Rugby Union and so on. The founders of these bodies saw themselves ruling their game across the whole country – they never imagined the Jocks would get a bit uppity and want to run themselves.

Of course, as the SNP has come to recognise, that sort of thinking, that England knows best and ought to be allowed to run things, is still on-going.

So, as I say, I have nothing against the FA, but, I am happy at the news they are considering a name change, to the English Football Association. About time too, since it demonstrates how English Exceptionalism is well past its sell-by date.

MANCHESTER UNITED has finally confirmed, Ole Gunnar Solsjkaer has got the Manager's job on a permanent basis. A rare outbreak of good sense in the English Premiership.

Given the way he has turned the club's fortunes around since taking over, it would have been strange had he not been given a longer spell in-charge. He has put a smile back on the face of everyone connected with the club, it is now uplifting invigorating football, rather than tragedy, which is being produced at the Theatre of Dreams.

The demand on United is not just that they win; they need to win with style, elan, by entertaining, and, the Norwegian has brought these days back. Of course, there is no guarantee the happy days will continue. I dare say there will be low points to come, but, for the moment, he has brought back the real Manchester United. Well done Sir.

It's An Honour And A Joy To Write Football Obituaries

I WRITE a lot of sporting obituaries, because, as one Obituary Editor unkindly reminded me: “You're the only hack still on the tools who saw most of these guys play.”

It's a funny old job writing sporting obituaries, because, all too often your subject is best known for doing something perhaps half a century ago. The newspaper readers who remember him or her are mostly senior citizens, but, we are told, it is the senior citizens who form the backbone of the decreasing market for the “dead trees press,” so I should be thankful for small mercies.

The most recent obituary I wrote, concerned an 88 year old Highland gentleman; a man who enjoyed a long and distinguished career in the Civil Service. I like, whenever possible, to speak with a close family member, perhaps a son or daughter, occasionally a grieving widow, to get a more-rounded picture of someone whom most of us only saw from the terraces.

From such conversations, you gather the gold dust which brings an obituary alive.

 John Valentine in Queen's Park's colours

picture by ANL/REX/Shuttershock

Sadly, in this last one, this was not possible, so, when trying to adequately sum-up the life of the late John Valentine, I was forced to go to the newspaper archives. John Valentine could have, and probably should have been a contender – to be a great Scotland centre-half. He came out of Buckie Thistle and Queen's Park, to be chosen as: “the One” to take-on what was probably, at the time, the hardest job in Scottish football.

He had to replace, not one but two legends, in the number five shirt for Rangers.

Valentine arrived in Glasgow, to study at Glasgow University. He joined Queen's Park, and quickly broke into the first team, for whom he wore the legendary narrow black and white stripes in over 150 games. His timing was good, since the Spiders team he would star in was arguably the last Hampden club outfit to make a dent in the consciousness of the Scottish football public.

Frank Crampsey might not be as well-remembered as his legendary brother, polymath Bob, but, he was a class act. Charlie Church, Junior Omand, Bert Cromar are Queen's Park legends. George Herd and Bert McCann would go on to play for Scotland, Max Murray to score a lot of goals for Rangers, Alex Glen would win Under-23 honours while with the club. This was a seriously-good side.

Valentine proved to be a commanding centre-half, winning Scotland Amateur caps, so when Rangers needed a centre-half, they went to the club's default position and raided Hampden, to sign Valentine.

As I wrote above, he wasn't being asked to replace one legend, but two. The contentious SFA decision to ban Willie Woodburn sine die, cost Rangers arguably the best central defender Scotland has ever had. But, at least, in George Young, who switched from right-back to fill the number five shirt, Rangers had another international legend. But, Young decided season 1956-57 would be his last, and Rangers boss Scot Symon felt, none of the young Rangers defenders was good enough to replace him, so, as soon as Valentine's amateur contract expired on 30 April, 1957, he became a Rangers' player.

Young, who still had two Scotland games to play, made his final Rangers appearance, in a Glasgow Merchants Charity Cup semi-final, against Clyde, at Ibrox on 4 May. Rangers won 2-0 and two days later, when they lined-up in the final, against Queen's Park, at Hampden, John Valentine made his debut, against the club he had left a week previously.

Rangers won 2-1, and, when the new season began in the August, Valentine was handed the number five strip. Sadly, he was not the first, nor the last new boy to struggle to establish himself at Ibrox. He was in and out of the team, In all, he would only play ten games for Rangers, never more than two in succession.

As he struggled, journalists noted, in a Rangers' shirt, he looked far from the dominant pivot he had been in a Queen's Park one.

His final game for Rangers has gone down in Scottish football folklore. On 19 October, 1957, “Hampden in the sun,” Celtic 7 Rangers 1. Such heavy defeats in football's most-passion-filled Derby demands a scapegoat – John Valentine was the chosen sacrificial victim.

Most players will finally admit, they had an opponent who “had” them; a man against whom they always struggled. It was Valentine's misfortune that his was Billy McPhail. McPhail was something of a “jobbing” centre forward. His elder brother John was a Scotland internationalist, and a Celtic club captain, a very good player. Billy wasn't considered as good; he was strong in the air, and scored goals regularly for Clyde, but, he was seen as injury-prone.

However, Celtic took him across Glasgow, and he was leading the Celtic line that day. McPhail always felt, he had the hex on Valentine, and he certainly proved it that afternoon, turning him inside-out and netting a hat-trick in Celtic's unlikely win – assuming any Old Firm win is unlikely.

The match unleashed a tsunami of Glasgow banter: “What's the time? - Seven past Niven,” has entered city folklore; as has the fable of the unfortunate George Niven, the Rangers goalkeeper walking down Buchanan Street on the Monday morning, to meet Celtic's Charlie Tully walking up it. Tully allegedly nodded, and Niven dived through a plate glass window into Fraser's.

But, it wasn't so-funny for Valentine, who carried the can for the heavy loss. He was immediately dropped to the Reserves and within weeks he was on his way to St Johnstone, replaced by the veteran St Mirren and Scotland centre-half Willie Telfer – a “Real Rangers Man” from Larkhall.

Willie Woodburn and George Young - the men he was recruited to replace,

and Willie Telfer, the man who did replace John Valentine, are all in this

Scotland squad for the game against France in April, 1949. 

Valentine played on until 1960, retiring, aged just 30, after captaining the Perth Saints to the Second Division title. He had played barely 200 senior games, but, a University graduate, starting to make his way in the Department of Agriculture, he decided, his football life was over, it was time for other things.

I would love to know what triumphs, big or small, John Valentine enjoyed during his Civil Service career. I was told he was highly-respected in his field, and a complete gentleman.

Sadly, I can only speculate on what he did in the sixty-one and a half years between his public humiliation over those 90 minutes at Hampden and his passing. I know he married twice, losing his first wife too-soon but marrying again. I know he is survived by his widow and his son and his family.

I know, some 40 years passed before he and Niven, meeting by chance in an Inverness supermarket, had a chance to sit down, talk through and get that game out of their system, finding some degree of peace.

I know too, Eric Caldow, another recently departed Rangers player scarred by that day, since both worked in the agriculture industry after football, did have a chance to meet-up with Valentine, and enjoyed his company.

But, the principal thing I know about John Valentine is, he bore no grudge against Rangers. I was told, after my obituary on him was published, by one of John Valentine's friends, that the signing-on fee which he got from Rangers, and which, as an amateur, was his to do with as he pleased, bought his first house.

What's that they say about that club – Real Rangers, not today's tainted “tribute act.” 'once a Ranger, always a Ranger.'

I like to think John Valentine was, at heart, a Queen's Park man, who played the game for F the game's sake, but, for all the adventure ended badly – he had something to be grateful to Rangers for.

In post World War II Scottish football history, there are two stand-out “villains” - John Valentine for the 7-1 game, and Frank Haffey for the 9-3 game at Wembley. The truth is, in the spirit of Kipling's 'If', Valentine and Haffey – still hale and hearty, aged 80 and living on Queensland's Gold Coast – were able to treat those twin impostors, triumph and disaster, both the same and get on with their long lives.

Maybe all those keyboard warriors getting het-up about Scotland losing to Kazakhstan should follow their example. Because, in the final reckoning, fitba: it's only a game.

Wanted - An Acebric Academic's Take On Scottish Fitba Journalism

RESIGNED Professor John Robertson, late of the University of the West of Scotland's Media department is often accused of hermeneutics – when it comes to Scottish political journalism. This is because, on a daily basis, through his 'Thought Control Scotland' website, he destroys the “Scotland is shite” orthodoxy of our English and overseas-owned unionist media, with their daily messages of how Scotland is too wee, too poor and too stupid to ever be an independent nation.

 Professor John Robertson

Come that not-too-far-away now day when Scotland is free from the toxic grip of London, I trust the first government of Independent Scotland, when dishing-out the Medal of Freedom, makes certain the good Professor is a recipient.

Any way, I feel I should perhaps perform a similar job on Scottish fitba, except the purveyors of spin and shite in that area of journalism are even-more embedded in Scottish fitba culture than their colleagues in the political sphere, and therefore far-harder to argue against.

For instance: right now:

• This is the worst Scotland team since 1872
  
  
• Alex McLeish is our worst manager ever
  
  
• Scottish fitba is going to Hell in a hand-cart unless he is immediately removed.

There is just one thing wrong with this – the fact is, this terrible, disgraceful, embarrassing 2018-19 season is, as things stand, Scotland's most-successful international season since 2006-07, when, under first “Walter,” then a certain Alex McLeish, we won five of the seven competitive games we played – a 71.4% winning ratio.

Thus far this season, we have played six competitive games, winning four – a 66.6% winning ratio.

Let's be clear:

• Fitba is not ice dancing
  
  
• You do not get points for artistic impression
  
  
• You do not have to have certain elements in your performance: step-overs, mazey dribbles, 40-yard thunderbolts that almost burst the net don't get you a bonus
  
  
• All you have to do is WIN; and if you win “ugly”, is doesn't matter a jot
  
  
• Only the three points count.

This is our 11^th qualifying campaign since our last appearance in the Big Show, in France in 1998. This campaign is different from all the rest, since, if it all goes tits-up, we can still “play our joker” and qualify via the Europa Nations League.

I am not going to try to argue against the motion: losing in Nursultan, to Kazakhstan was, as far as we can measure, Scotland's worst international result in 770 games since 1872. At least we got a 0-0 draw in Luxembourg in 1987, and the Iran game, a 1-1 draw, was in the actual World Cup Finals – these being the other two contenders for the “worst-ever” title.

But, even with that Kazakh result counting, we are still sitting with that 66.6% winning record and we haven't had that good a season since the glory days under Craig Brown, when qualification in the big events was almost a given for Scotland.

I mentioned our two previous contenders for “Worst-ever Scottish performance.” in Cordoba, for the Iran game, on 7 June, 1978, our team was: Alan Rough; Sandy Jardine, Willie Donachie, Archie Gemill, Kenny Burns, Martin Buchan; Kenny Dalglish, Lou Macari, Joe Jordan, Asa Hartford and John Robertson; with Tam Forsyth replacing Martin Buchan and Joe Harper coming on for Kenny Dalglish during the game.

 Archie Gemmill - captained us against Iran

In Esch-sur-Alzette, on 2 December, 1987, we lined-up: Jim Leighton, Derek Whyte, Maurice Malpas; Roy Aitken, Alex McLeish, Willie Miller; Pat Nevin, Paul McStay, Graham Sharp, Maurice Johnson and Ian Wilson; with Gary Mackay subbing-on for Derek Whyte and Eric Black replacing Nevin.

Now, compare these two squads with that which lost in Nursultan last Thursday, and if you were asked to pick a team from the three squads, I can guarantee, none of the current lot would get a game.

I should add here something from a couple of blog posts ago, how, in the early 1980s a bunch of players, half of whom have since been inducted into the Scottish Football Hall of Fame, many of whom are on the SFA's Roll of Honour for having won more than 50 caps, and managed by one of the greatest managers of all-time, produce our two worst qualifying records in 70 years of trying to get to the World Cup or European Championship finals.

The fact is, Scotland, the wee nation which took a rough game, designed to allow the young blades at some of England's finest public schools work-off excessive energy, refined and modified it via the Scotch passing style into “The Beautiful Game”, has stood still and allowed the rest of the world to pass us by.

We have been shite for years and sacking Alex McLeish and replacing him with whoever will not change a thing. The Tartan Army can stand there and boo the players and the manager, but, until we change the entire system, starting with a cull of the numpties on the SFA committees and in the posh seats, we will continue to be shite.

The definition of madness is repeatedly doing the same thing in the hope of a different outcome. Well, in that case, Scottish fitba is clearly mad, since we seem to think changing managers without changing the system will suddenly see us qualifying for the major finals.

We have qualified from 9 of the 18 World Cup tournaments we have entered – a reasonable 50% strike rate, until we remember, we have bombed in our last five straight qualifying campaigns going back 21 years.

Our record in the European Championship is even worse – 2 successful campaigns in 13 attempts, a 15.4% success rate. Overall, we have qualified in 11 of 31 campaigns – a 35.5% success rate, or by any reasonable standards – A FAIL.

Another thing – we are told the Tartan Army's ranks are swelled by the followers of our “Diddy” teams. The Old Firm battalions either follow England, or one or other of the Irish nations, or, they don't care for the SFA, because they are against both of the Bigot Brothers. If this generalisation is correct, you would think, following clubs who don't have a track record when it comes to winning trophies, they would be a wee bit sanguine about watching pish performances from Scotland, since that is their staple diet at club level.

I don't know about Scotland being too wee, or too poor, but, there is certainly an under-current of stupidity there, particularly when it comes to fitba.

Lay-Off McLeish - We've Been Pish For Years

RATHER THAN joining-in the general wailing and gnashing of teeth in the aftermath of another “Disaster for Scotland,” in Nursultan last night, I thought I'd have a look at our playing record since the end of World War II.

I split the record up, looking at it in terms of, initially a four-year World Cup span, then, from 1967 on, into two-year spans, to cover European Championships and World Cups qualifying campaign. I did this on the basis - the idea is to at least qualify for the finals.

Since the end of WWII and the four Home Nations rejoining FIFA, Scotland has participated in 31 qualifying campaigns for either the World Cup or European Championship finals. We have only, however, qualified for 11 – a 35.5% success rate. This, if you look at the two major competitions in isolation comes down to qualifying for 9 of the 18 World Cups we have entered (although we decided not to go to Brazil in 1950) – a 50% success rate there. The picture is not as-rosy when we look at the European Championships, where we have qualified just twice in 13 attempts – a 15.4% success rate.

Overall, we have won a mere 43.4% of the full internationals we have played in the past 73 years. When it comes to actually qualifying for the finals, our record is slightly better, we have won 47.6% of our qualifiers, and amassed 55.4% of the available points in qualifying groups.

But, it is still nowhere near as good as we would want it to be, and we are, it has to be admitted, not nearly as-good as we think we are.

Of course, losing to Kazakhstan, the team ranked 117^th in the world was a very-poor result. But, look at it this way. We are ranked 24th in Europe – that makes us the Forfar Athletic of European international football. We lost to Kazakhstan, the 46^th ranked team in Europe – the international equivalent of either Brora Rangers or BSC Glasgow, either of which could presumably be ranked the 46^th best team in Scotland.

Now, if Forfar had to travel to either side – minus their captain and two or three other probable starters – would you be all that confident of their chances. Add a wee bit of in-built Scottish football gallusness: “Ach, it's only the Kazakhs, whit dae they ken aboot fitba,” and last night was an accident waiting to happen.

If it hadn't been them, it would be some other minnows. We have been fading for years and we simply refuse to admit it.

Our two worst qualifying campaigns were the European Championship campaigns for the 1980 and 1984 finals. In both of these campaign, we won just one of six qualifying matches, a 16.6% winning percentage.

The eclectic (most-selected) team from these six games reads: Alan Rough; Sandy Jardine and Danny McGrain; Graeme Souness, Gordon McQueen and Kenny Burns; Kenny Dalglish, John Wark, Joe Jordan, Asa Hartford and John Robertson.

It was nearly as-bad four years later, where again, we only won one game of six, another 16.6% winning percentage. However, in 1984, we collected 27.7% of he available points, as against 22.2% four years before.

The eclectic team from the 1984 campaign reads: Jim Leighton; Dave Narey, Frankie Gray; Graeme Souness, Alex McLeish, Willie Miller; Gordon Strachan, John Wark, Steve Archibald, Kenny Dalglish and John Robertson. In both campaigns, the Scotland manager was Jock Stein.

OK, no Stein-managed team ever lost to a nation as lowly-ranked as Kazakhstan, but, when that manager and those players could only win one game out of six in each campaign, why should McLeish, operating with a far-lower quality of player, be so criticised?

Fifteen of the 18 players used across these two disastrous campaigns – plus Manager Stein - have now been inducted into the Scottish Football Hall of Fame, while nine of them are also on the SFA's Roll of Honour for having won more than 50 caps.

So, I would suggest, we keep the heid about last night. Scottish fitba has been in a mess for years. I often feel, it would not make a blind bit of difference who was managing Scotland, we would still come up with embarrassing setbacks like last night's.

It isn't the manager's fault that Scottish football has been for a long time, and still is, in a mess. It's the whole bloody system, and the fact, there does not seem to be an appetite within the game, and in particular on the sixth floor at Hampden, to do something about our continued ability to trip-up against minnows and embarrass ourselves.

Table One – all Scotland games from 1946

Period	Event	Played	Won	Drew	Lost	Wins %	Q/DNQ
1946-50	WC	21	10	3	8	47.6	Q*
1950-54	WC	26	13	4	9	50	Q
1954-58	WC	29	12	9	8	41.4	Q
1958-62	WC	25	11	4	10	44	DNQ
1962-66	WC	28	13	5	10	46.4	DNQ
1966-68	EC	8	3	3	2	37.5	DNQ
1968-70	WC	14	6	5	3	42.9	DNQ
1970-72	EC	18	6	3	9	33.3	DNQ
1972-74	WC	20	8	3	9	40	Q
1974-76	EC	16	10	4	2	62.5	DNQ
1976-78	WC	20	10	5	5	50	Q
1978-80	EC	18	5	2	11	27.8	DNQ
1980-82	WC	19	9	5	5	47.4	Q
1982-84	EC	16	7	4	5	43.75	DNQ
1984-86	WC	18	8	5	5	44.4	Q
1986-88	EC	16	4	8	4	25	DNQ
1988-90	WC	18	8	3	7	44.4	Q
1990-92	EC	17	8	4	5	47.1	Q
1992-94	WC	14	5	3	6	35.7	DNQ
1994-96	EC	20	10	4	6	50	Q
1996-98	WC	20	8	6	6	40	Q
1998-00	EC	16	8	4	4	50	DNQ
2000-02	WC	15	6	4	5	40	DNQ
2002-04	EC	22	8	4	10	36.4	DNQ
2004-06	WC	17	4	7	6	23.5	DNQ
2006-08	EC	14	8	1	5	57.1	DNQ
2008-10	WC	13	4	2	7	30.8	DNQ
2010-12	EC	18	8	4	6	44.4	DNQ
2012-14	WC	19	8	4	7	42.1	DNQ
2014-16	EC	17	8	3	6	47.1	DNQ
2016-18	WC	16	6	4	6	37.5	DNQ
Totals		558	242	130	196	43.4	11Q 20DNQ

Table Two – World Cup and European Championship

Qualifying Games since 1946

Period	Comp	Played	Won	Drawn	Lost	Wins%	Points %	Outcome
1949-50	WC	3	2	0	1	66.6	66.6	Q
1953-54	WC	3	1	1	1	33.3	44.4	Q
1957-58	WC	4	3	0	1	75	75	Q
1961-62	WC	5	3	0	2	60	60	DNQ
1964-66	WC	6	3	1	2	50	55.5	DNQ
1966-68	EC	6	3	2	1	50	61.1	DNQ
1968-70	WC	6	3	1	2	50	55.5	DNQ
1970-72	EC	6	3	0	3	50	50	DNQ
1972-74	WC	4	3	0	1	75	75	Q
1974-76	EC	6	2	3	1	33.3	50	DNQ
1976-78	WC	4	3	0	1	75	75	Q
1978-80	EC	6	1	1	4	16.6	22.2	DNQ
1980-82	WC	8	4	3	1	50	62.5	Q
1982-84	EC	6	1	2	3	16.6	27.7	DNQ
1984-86	WC	8	4	2	2	50	58.3	Q
1986-88	EC	8	3	3	2	37.5	50	DNQ
1988-90	WC	8	4	2	2	50	58.3	Q
1990-92	EC	8	4	3	1	50	62.5	Q
1992-94	WC	10	4	3	3	40	50	DNQ
1994-96	EC	10	7	2	1	70	76.6	Q
1996-98	WC	10	7	2	1	70	76.6	Q
1998-00	EC	12	6	3	3	50	58.3	DNQ
2000-02	WC	8	4	3	1	50	62.5	DNQ
2002-04	EC	10	5	2	3	50	56.6	DNQ
2004-06	WC	10	3	4	3	30	43.3	DNQ
2006-08	EC	10	6	0	4	60	60	DNQ
2008-10	WC	8	3	1	4	37.5	41.6	DNQ
2010-12	EC	8	3	2	3	37.5	45.8	DNQ
2012-14	WC	10	3	2	5	30	36.6	DNQ
2014-16	EC	10	4	3	3	40	50	DNQ
2016-18	WC	10	5	3	2	50	60	DNQ
totals		231	110	54	67	47.6	55.4	11 Q – 20 DNQ

WC is World Cup; EC is European Championships, Q - Qualified; DNQ - Did Not Qualify.