WHEN GREECE opened the scoring on Sunday night, I had an old familiar feeling: “Now, how exactly are we going to blow this one?” At 2-0 to the visitors I was sampling my inner Yogi Berra - “it was déjà vu all over again.” When we bore further gifts to the Greeks with that third goal, I switched-off, I knew then, there was no way back for us.
So, where do we go from here? To the depths of further despair I fear. Naturally, this being Scotland, the calls for the head of Steevie Clarke were growing, even as the Tartan Army staged yet another Hampden Boo-Off.
Being Scotland manager, while perhaps not as desperate a position as trying to meet what England expects of its National Team Manager – and certainly not carrying the near-certainty of a knighthood if you even get close to achieving what England expects – is still pretty-much a case of accepting a Mission Impossible operation.
The Scottish Football Association is a joke, a by-word for incompetence, troughing and self-interest. The Scottish Professional Football League is an even-bigger joke, two obese bullies lording it over 40 cowed followers, who would rather import third and fourth-rate non-Scottish players than promote native talent.
Yet, we still produce players good enough to play in some of Europe's top leagues, although the days when the dressing rooms of the top English clubs were wall-to-wall with Scots are long gone.
In the FIFA World Rankings, Scotland are ranked 45th - 26th in Europe, behind one or two countries the Tartan Army appears to think we should always beat easily.
Our League is ranked 17th in Europe this season - 14th over the past five years.
Our clubs' positions in the UEFA rankings (again a five-year plot) are:
Rangers (26), Celtic (59), Hearts (138), Aberdeen (161), Kilmarnock (205), St Mirren (206), Hibernian (207), Dundee United (208), Motherwell (209), St Johnstone (210). There are 427 clubs listed and those six clubs grouped together from places 205 to 210 are behind one or two “diddy teams” from “diddy leagues” I would not back to beat Auchinleck Talbot.
Robert Burns famously hoped mankind might have the opportunity: “tae see oorselves as ithers see us.” I have always felt this should apply to Scottish Fitba; if it did, we might accept, National League B – the level to which the “Greek Tragedy” on Sunday condemned us, is perhaps the place we ought to be.
To be fair to our football administrators and the Fans With Lap-Tops, over the years they have convinced us to re-write a popular terracing ditty, when it comes to Scottish Fitba, “We're shite, but we refuse to believe we are.”
I could at this point:
call, (again) for a football revolution
demand we get rid of the troughers and stumble-bums who have held us back for years
insist we immediately institute a Three Foreigners Rule in our game
institute a proper player development pathway
bring-in a Collective Bargaining Agreement to level the playing field
cut the number of Senior clubs and make the lesser leagues development ones
But, it would matter not a jot. The Scots truly are The Lost Tribe of Israel. Living in a football paradise, flowing with milk and honey - “Ach! That's no fur the likes o' us.”
SO. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? The national side now goes into cold storage until two Friendlies, against Iceland and Liechtenstein, in June. After that there is another interlude, before they face Belarus in our opening World Cup Qualifier in September.
There are not as many Friendlies now as there once were, so these two games have to be seen as a golden opportunity for Clarke, or if he departs or is let go in the interim, his successor, to have a soft start to the World Cup qualifying campaign. It gives him a chance to sort-out a few problems.
Craig Gordon is now 42 and in all honesty, he cannot go on for ever. Angus Gunn is the Heir Presumptive, but is currently injured. If he is fit again, and back in the Norwich City first team, then he will presumably come back for at least one of the friendlies. But, either way, we need to find and blood a young goalkeeper, who is getting regular game time, to put pressure on Gunn.
We need to find two, perhaps three central defenders. John Souttar, given his club form, particularly in the European games, is staking a claim to be the defensive lynch-pin, but who plays alongside him?
Who runs our midfield? Is it perhaps time to hand responsibility to Lewis Ferguson? How much has John McGinn got left? Who are our alternatives to the guys we have relied-on for so long?
How much has Andy Robertson got left?
Will Kieran Tierney mark two, back at Celtic, offer as much as first time around?
Where can we find a reliable, regular goal-scorer?
Are there any young players in the Under-21s about ready to be promoted to the big team?'
Why are our professional clubs allowed to employ so-many non-Scottish players, to the detriment of Scottish talent?
Why do we no longer have a functioning player development pathway?
If not Stevie Clark as Manager – Who?
But, that is probably the big, seldom-changing thing about Scottish Fitba – so many questions, so few answers. “Here's tae us, wha's like us” etc.