JT - Fire-fighting isn't like fanning the flames

I HAVE, thus far, avoided commenting on James Traynor's ranting departure from the Daily Record for pastures new at Rangers. For a start I never had James down as even a closet member of the Lap Top Loyal; certainly, public perception has it that Airdrie people are programmed from the womb to be Rangers' fans, but, that is not an absolute rule.

 

However, where I fear James has gone wrong is in embracing the cult of personality - it never suits a journalist to become "the story" - our role is to observe and comment, the idea of the journalist as a "personality" doesn't sit well with me - we should put our personality into our writing.

 

James I like, his early work at the Herald, particularly when he succeeded Brian Meek as the paper's man at Wimbledon every year, was uplifting and suggested that, here was (perhaps) the successor to the great Ian Archer at the paper. But, like "Dan" Archer, James went after the cash and the more money he accrued, the slacker became his columns.

 

However, it is good to see him, at a late stage in his career, getting off the treadmill for the supposedly smoother life of a Head of Media - mind you, with wheels within wheels still turning around the Big Tax Case, the administration of oldco Rangers, the subsequent liquidation, the machinations of the player exodus at the end of last season, the continuing fall-out from the EBTs, I fancy James might have a bit of fire-fighting to do in the short-term.

 

Good luck to him anyway - he'll need it.

 

 

 

OLD Red Nose was noticeably unmoved by the waves created from Sunday's Manchester Derby - after all, whether as a fan on the terraces, or a major player on the park, he's seen it all. After one or two of the Old Firm games in which he was involved, Sunday's stramash was like tea at the vicarage.

 

However, if you read some of the comment pieces in the papers since - it might seem Armageddon is upon us.

 

Football has (again) been kicked around for not setting a good example, for condoning lawlessness and so forth. PLEASE, I've got news for you - football is a whole lot cleaner than it once was. Think the Hampden Riot of 1909 for instance.

 

Football has ignored the excesses of the fans for generations. It seems to be OK for otherwise law-abiding citizens to turn up at a football match on a weekend, to shout, swear, jump about and generally behave in a manner which, if repeated in the street between Monday and Friday, would guarantee arrest.

 

Football clubs have, for generations, treated their fans like cattle, so the game shouldn't be surprised if these "cattle" shite all over it.

 

 

 

AS SOMETHING of a football historian, I simply love pieces such as that which appeared in the Scottish Daily Mail on Saturday. Written by Brian Marjoribanks, it highlighted the great uncapped of Scottish football; the "Greatest Uncapped XI" which Brian came up with was: Hamish McAlpine (Dundee United), Alex Miller (Rangers),Doug Smith (Dundee United), John Brown (Rangers), John McMaster (Aberdeen), Peter Marinello (Hibs/Arsenal), Billy Stark (Aberdeen/St Mirren), John McGovern (Notts Forest), Andy Ritchie (Morton), Joe Baker (Hibs), Harry Hood (Clyde/Celtic).

 

Since this was an opinion piece, Brian is welcome to his, but, for me, not by any stretch of the imagination Scotland's "Greatest Uncapped XI".

 

This is actually an exercise I carry-out myself fairly regularly - and when you see my team you will see my bias.

 

My team: Jimmy Brown (Hearts/Kilmarnock), Matt Watson (Kilmarnock), Danny Milloy (Dundee/Cardiff City), Neil Cooper (Aberdeen), "Spud" Murphy (Ayr United), Alex Edwards (Dunfermline/Hibs), Tommy Bryceland (St Mirren), Frank Beattie (Kilmarnock), Billy Stark, Andy Ritchie, Alex Ferguson.

 

Brown went as stand-in  for Jimmy Cowan, on the 1949 close-season Scotland tour of North America, 12 years later, winding down his career with St Mirren, he sat on the bench for the World Cup qualifier against the Czechs, but no caps. And what about Rangers' George Niven - picked at least three times for Scotland, but injured every time and never capped?

 

I realise I have switched Matt Watson from left back to right back, simply because I am still unable to differentiate between him and Spud Murphy, so both get in. Danny Milloy will be a strange name to many. Danny, as a young Dundee player, was being groomed to take over from Willie Woodburn and George Young as the Scotland centre half. He was a regular pick for the Scottish League XI, for Scotland B and for "Scotland" in the trial games between "Scotland" and "The Scottish League" which were a feature of fifties football - but, he never won a full cap.

 

Beattie was a colossus for Killie for nearly two decades, but, against the likes of Baxter, Crerand and Mackay, again, no caps. Ditto Bryceland, permanent understudy to John White, but, no caps.

 

And, what about Sir Alex? Well, he unluckily missed out on the 1967 Wembley win, at a time when he was scoring for fun for Dunfermline. He then went off on the World Tour at the end of that season, scoring in non-cap internationals against Israel, Australia and Canada. I have long believed, when the great man finally retires, the least the SFA could do was retrospectively award caps for those internationals.

 

But, the above is just my team, almost everyone else's would be different.

Why Stop At 16 - Keep The Fun Going

LIVING as I do on the outskirts of a small former mining village in darkest Ayrshire, I am divorced from the greater excesses of the on-going religious/Irish political side-show in Scottish football. But this week, wee Liam (aka the only pape in the village) has been finding himself unusually popular; one or two of the guys have been  buying him drink to celebrate his team's success in reaching the last 16 of the Champions League.

 

And quite right too. Celtic and Scottish football badly needed the boost which qualification has given them and when you review the list of the seven sides, one of which will be their next opponents, then I don't think Celtic have too-much to worry about. After all, if they can beat Barcelona, why should they worry about Malaga?

 

As Liam said: "Well I would love to see auld red nose greetin' efter the final" - so yes, let's avoid MU the noo, but, if they believe - why shouldn't Celtic make it to the last-eight, or further for that matter.

 

 

 

SO, the English Premiership is "The best league in the world" - aye right. That typically over-the-top Saxon belief took a hammering this week as Chelski and The Sons of the Desert tumbled out.

 

As the more erudite of you residents of the blogsphere are well aware, the Sons of the Desert are the members of the world-wide fraternity of Laurel and Hardy fans, and there is something truly comic about the mess Manchester United's noisy neighbours find themselves in this week - bounced out of Europe and set to take-on the Joneses they thought they had overtaken rather than kept up with.

 

But, give them time and surely the Premiership cheerleaders within the Evil Empire of the Dirty Digger and the assorted red top rottweillers from elsewhere will again soon have lots of people convinced Premiership is best, and this week's showing-up didn't happen.

 

 

 

THE 2020 European Championship finals COULD be coming to Glasgow. Haud me back. IF the proposed dog's dinner of changes do go through and IF the planned move to 12 different venues, prior to the semi-finals and finals being held in a 13th does happen - IF the finals are in the UK, they will be in London. After all, even on Platini's new-look level playing field - money will still talk, loudly, and they've got a lot more up in that there Lunnun than in Glasgow.

 

However, with three stadiums of over 50,000 capacity and a fitba-daft fan base who would be all-too-ready to come out and party, why not Glasgow?

 

That said, going to 24 teams in the knock-out stages wasn't in my opinion Wiggy Smith's best idea, and he has had a few belting bad ones over the years. Call me old-fashioned, but I reckon the final stages of the Euros should be for the best eight teams and for the World Cup the best 16.

 

Diluting the final stages, simply to have more games, dilutes the product too-much. Less is more in my view.

Celtic Fans - Enjoy Neil Lennon While You've Got Him

NEIL LENNON clearly has an image problem; I have only occasionally been in the same room as the Celtic manager, at post-match press conferences, so I canot say I know him or have much experience of him. However, those few members of the Scottish Football Writers Association's A-team: the guys on Old Firm patrol, who still speak to me, tell me, away from the pressures of work, say in one of the West End bistros he sometimes visits, he is stimulating and funny - great craic as they say in his home island.

 

If we take the Brian Clough dictum that there is one inevitable outcome to any managerial career - the sack, then Lenny should enjoy his present time at Celtic Park. Of course he got some flak after last Saturday's loss to Inverness CT, that goes with the territory. There is a sizeable sect or sects within the Celtic Family which is incapable of accepting that their team can lose to another Scottish side, other than a Rangers team vying with the Hoops for the title.

 

The Celtic Family (ok, some of them) will (reluctantly) accept losing to Rangers - in the moments after it is shown that the penalty Celtic didn't get wasn't a "stonewaller", while though it was a soft one, there was a case for giving Rangers their match-winning one. But, losing to Inverness, or St Johnstone or say St Mirren - no, they couldn't possibly have lost because every man jack of the opposition played above themselves, or because Celtic enjoyed absolutely no luck.

 

Never, Celtic lost, because the players let the jerseys down, or the manager got his tactics, his substitutions, his motivation wrong. If you beat Celtic (or Rangers for that matter) it wasn't down to you, it was because the CEltic (or Rangers) players let the side and the fans down - and they must be punished for this, even if that punishment amounts to no more than a stream of invective.

 

I ask the Celtic Family - how much of this would you be prepared to endure? If, at your work, you go in every day and do your best, week-in, week-out, you go home at night, having worked well, or maybe spent the day skiving on the internet, but, your work-mates don't line-up at the door to shout abuse at you. How would you feel, if, like Neil Lennon, you had to endure such treatment?

 

The pressures on Lennon particularly are immense - he HAS to keep Celtic winning; his team may be the best in Scotland, but, in European terms, they are a mid-table side. They may be the richest club in Scotland today - in Europe, they are paupers.

 

He is doing a great job at Celtic, he's a young manager, with ambition. He has played in England, he must surely, deep-down, wonder: "I cut it as a player in the top-flight in England, could I also cut-it as a manager"?

 

The riches available down there are eye-watering in comparison to what even he can get up here. There will come a day when Lennon will jump - it is not too-outlandish to suggest, he's the right age and with the right "apprenticeship" to be a credible potenital successor to the Govan Grump at Old Trafford.

 

Those dissenting Celtic fans might do well to ca canny in their criticism; don't push, enjoy him while you've got him.

 

 

 

I LIKE Owen Coyle. He was always good value when learning the managerial trade in the First Division in Scotland. His sacking by Bolton was typical of the short-termism in the English game today and he is keeping his profile up nicely by his media work just now.

 

Given what he did at Airdrie, St Johnstone, Burnley and Bolton - getting not quite top-drawer players to produce the goods - he has the skill sets for the Scotland job. But, so too has Billy Stark, just as Craig Levein and George Burley had these same skill sets.

 

What I am saying, almost anyone could be Scotland boss - without getting us winning more than our average 40% of games, and without getting us to the European Championships or World Cup Finals.

 

The Scotland job is a poisoned chalice and will continue to be thus until we get the entire Scottish Football model changed for the better.

 

Can you see this happening under the present shower of Hampden blazers?

 

No, neither can I.

 



Daddy - I Think I'll Call The House - Murrayvilla

THIS blog has never deviated from the view that the matter of the decline and fall of Oldco Rangers will run and run. There are sons and daughters of prominent Scottish lawyers who ought some day, when they grow-up, in gratitude, to become share-holders in whatever form "Rangers" then take - for forward tho a canna see, I guess and fear - I have no doubt that, like the poor and (ironically) taxes, Rangers will always be with us in some form or other.

 

These precious children of 2012 should become Rangers shareholders, because sorting-out the can of worms which were opened when HMRC went after Murray International Holdings' Employee Benefits Trust will take years, and this will enable their fathers and mothers to fund their school fees, make certain they are well looked after at university and in a few cases will even I would wager fund the purchase of their first homes of their own.

 

The least they could do in thanks was buy shares in Rangers.

 

However, all that lies ahead, that's long-term, what of the short-term. I was this week directed to a blog post by a gentleman I first encountered through the now deceased 'rangerstaxcase' blog; he goes by the pen name of 'Brogan, Rogan, Trevino and Hogan' and is a Celtic-supporting lawyer.

 

This guarantees a modicum of anonimity, for it is said the best list to consult if you are looking for a good criminal lawyer is not the Scottish Law Society's listing, but the list of Celtic season ticket-holders and share-holders. BRTH could be any one of thousands.

 

BRTH writes sensible opinions on the on-going matter of the BTC and the repercussions thereof and his dissection of the findings is as good a place as any for the layman to look when, as so many of us has, that layman asks; "How did we get here?"

 

As BRTH points out, the reason for the 2-1 Rangers "win" at the FTT is simply explained, the two members who sided with Rangers were lawyers, the one dissenter, Dr Poon, was an accountant. In law, HMRC lost the battle, so the lawyers HAD NO OPTION, but to back Rangers.

 

In the real world, however, the belief that Rangers/MIH were "at it", is the stronger currency, so the accountant went against the club.

 

This division of opinion, I might add, re-opens the age-old saloon bar argument - come the revolution, which tribe do we shoot first: the accountants or the lawyers?

 

So, in law, Rangers are innocent; in the real world - guilty. This raises another vexing question - is Hampden in the real world? Because the next act of a saga which makes anything written about Noggin the Nog seem plausible will be fought out in the committee rooms along Hampden's corridors of power, when Lord Nimmo Smith and his SPL tribunal convenes.

 

I reckon  ths SPL is on shifting, unsteady ground on this one - largely thanks to the tribalism in Scottish football and almost everyone else in Scottish football's fervent wish to kick Rangers while they were down and when everyone but the lunatic fringe of Vanguard Bears believed the club was guilty as charged and had somehow fiddled HMRC out of around £100 million.

 

In the over-heated climate of a few months ago, the SPL cast-out Rangers - now the club has won the FTT, that can be seen as a big mistake.

 

Sure the SPL tribunal can meet, adjudicate and maybe rule that: yes, Rangers did indeed break SPL rules during the period 2001 - 2010. They might well then decide to strip Rangers of the five SPL titles they won in this period. However, they cannot then re-assign these titles to Celtic and expect to retain any credibility.

 

The Rangers of 2001 - 2010 no longer exists; the current Rangers can and will say: "nothing to do with us guv". They will not remove a single star from the jersey, they will not take down any of the titles from their records. From Charles Green down, they will say: "These titles were won fair and square on the field, the SPL tribunal was not independent, they had no right to rule and we will ignore their findings,since they cannot compel us to recognise them".

 

The mainstream media will agitate for a few days, then move on and, in 100 years' time, if I was able to come back, I believe I would still find Rangers credited with those five titles - perhaps with a side-bar *title subsequently rescinded by an SPL tribunal.

 

What I will say is this - Rangers will NEVER again play in the SPL. Indeed, by the time Rangers are in a position to re-enter the top flight of domestic league football in Scotland, while there might be a "Premier League" or a "Premiership", the SPL as presently constituted will be no more.

 

Some small-minded men, in driving Rangers out of the top-flight, for whatever reason or reasons, boobed badly. Since league football started in Scotland in 1890, Celtic and Rangers have always been the two biggest and most-successful clubs. Sure, there have been spells when one or other has slipped a bit: Rangers had a sticky spell during the reign of Edward VII, Celtic weren't so-hot during the long reign of Bill Struth at Ibrox and in the New Firm era of the late 1970s - early 1980s, Rangers, having battled bravely to compete during the Jock Stein Years at Celtic Park, finally ran out of puff before the Souness Revolution chagned things.

 

But, even when the Old Firm were the undisputed joint number ones or one and two, Scottish football found a way of coping. The other clubs competed well when one side slipped - Hearts, Hibs, Airdrie, Motherwell, Kilmarnock, Aberdeen, both Dundee clubs, even dear old Third Lanark - they all had seasons in the sun when one half of the OF slipped. But, while they enjoyed the moment, they NEVER thought of really putting the boot into the struggling giant.

 

In kicking Rangers out of the SPL, they boobed, because, they have given the Ibrox hard-liners the upper hand and when Rangers get back, they will remember and they will seek retribution.

 

Events have, in my opinion, shown that the SPL ought to have kept Rangers inside the tent, pending the resolution of the FTT. They could then have decided either to accept the majority view - the "Not Guilty" verdict - and moved-on; or they could have decided, notwithstanding the FTT finding, there was a case to answer in the matter of the club's player contracts and convened the tribunal.

 

That tribunal would then have been acting against a member club, it would have had greater credibility and its final findings would have been accepted. As it happens, when the ruling eventaully comes, it will probably contribute nothing other than further muddying of already dark brown waters. And shortly afterwards, a new model will be announced for senior football in Scotland, but, that new model will contain no mention of a body named 'The Scottish Premier League'.

Celtic Inconsistency - Good For Football, But It Will End

REPORTS of "Armageddon" - the end of Scottish football in the wake of the liquidation of Oldco Rangers - have indeed proved premature. The re-birth of Newco Rangers is, of course, an interesting side show; the real story is the way Celtic has, as yet, failed to roll over all opposition. Those who forecast the SPL would be over by Christmas have been proved wrong.

 

It has nearly always been the case in Scotland that, when one or other of the Old Firm clubs has a bad spell, the other half drops unexpected points and one or two other clubd emerge from the pack to challenge.

 

What many people seem to forget is, Neil Lennon is working with quite a young squad, one which is still - a work in progress. I will still be absolutely amazed if Celtic does not win the SPL with something to spare, but, right now, their inconsistency is making for a interesting campaign - let's home the interest can be maintained.

 

 

 

AS I have been saying for months, the whole Rangers "thing" - EBTs, double contracts, Craig Whyte, Ticketus, HMRC, did they cheat? To what extent did they cheat, if they did? - will take ages and ages to sort out. I assume it will be - some day.

 

I remain more than ever sure that the only winners will be the massed ranks of the corporate and tax lawyers who are gathering around the carcass of the old club.

 

I can still see some of the old Rangers' SPL titles being taken away from them. However, I cannot see these titles being re-assigned to Celtic, much as some of the wilder elements in the Celtic Family might wish this.

 

From what we know, so far, there is cause to believe that certain Rangers players had "double contracts" or "side letters", which might not have been legal under SPL rules.

 

However, I would suggest that, since the purpose of these dcs or sls was to allow the players involved to keep a bit more of their wages, they would in all probability still have played for Rangers without them - some other method of tax avoidance would probably have been used.

 

Therefore, Rangers won their titles fair and square on the field, so, if the sanction(s) put in place for any illegal dcs or sls include the loss of titles, the titles cannot be re-assigned elsewhere.

 

"Financial doping" isn't like regular sports doping through the use of performance-enhancing drugs. You can strip an Olympic title from somebody proved to have used drugs - you cannot strip a league title from a club whose payroll administration processes were dubious - since the same players would have played anyway.

 

But, if you think what has transpired so-far has been a huge stair-heid row - well, once the SPL tribunal reports - you aint seen nuttin yet. 

The Scots - The Lost Tribe of World Football

WE here in the First World countries of the Western Military-Industrial Complex nations often, as we watch various Second and Third World nations tear themselves apart in a fury of ethnic and tribal violence, shake our heads in wonderment and ask ourselves: "Why cannot they be more like us"?

 

But, are we all that different? I must admit, my first instinct when it comes to politics and politicians is: why should I allow someone who wants to rule over me do so? My second instinct is: don't vote - it only encourages them.

 

Then, like so-many, I go into the polling booth and cast my vote. When I first gained the right to vote, I tended to vote Conservative, simply because in what was then the South Ayrshire constituency, the Labour vote was weighed rather than counted, so I could freely cast my vote, then say, don't blame me, my vote doesn't count.

 

Indeed, such was the overwhelming support for the People's Party, among Ra Peepul, who dominate God's Orange County, that I could freely quip with the now Lord George Foulkes of Cumnock, when'er I bumped into him in that town: "Election coming-up George, that you feel you have to show your face here"?

 

At the said election: George and I would have a wee conversation along the lines of how heavy his majority would be - usually along the lines of some four stones (if you weighed the number of voting papers which equated to his majority).

 

No, we may vote into office politicians such as dear old George - who was, by the way, like his exalted predecessors Jim Sillars and Emrys Hughes and excellent constituency MP - we may also vote in some of the charlatans who are or have recently been guests of HM the Queen, but, at heart we are no different from those citizens of the Second and Third World who, when faced with a ballot box, tend to vote along tribal lines.

 

Scotland today, is still tribal. We may not go into the orgy of killing which marks the differences between the various branches of Islam or the tribal differences which have cost so-many lives in Africa and Asia or the ticking time bomb which is Israel's position - surrounded by neighbours wishing to wipe that nation from the face of the earth, but, sophisticates though we think ourselves to be, here in Scotland relations between Catholic and Protestant can still become heated.

 

They are certainly heated now, at least in matters involving the largely-Catholic following of the team currently leading the SPL and the overwhelmingly-Protestant followers of the side heading the Third Division of the SFL.

 

This follows this week's majority verdict on behalf of Rangers FC (1873-2012) in the matter of their dispute with HMRC. The verdict wasn't so much "Not Guilty" as "Not Proven" and those Rangers followers celebrating the success should perhaps reflect that public conception of the uniquely-Scottish "Not Proven" verdict has always been to regard it as: "We ken ye did it, but we canna prove it".

 

Reflect on this Peepul - the case will go to appeal and with a different tribunal panel, the result might well be different. Don't crow now, is my advice.

 

The unavoidable fact is, as was the case with his foray into basketball which set his thinking towards his stewardship of Rangers - David Murray opted for a management model which was unsustainable in the long term.

 

In basketball - he took Murray International Metals to near the peaks, then watched it crumble.

 

In football - he took Rangers to near the peaks, then watched it crumble.

 

MIM no longer exists in basketball. I admit it is unlikely, but, now liquidators BDO have full access to the books at Ibrox, there is still a likelihood that in a year or two, Rangers may not exist.

 

The fall of Rangers has been a disaster, but, like so-many disasters, it was not brought about by one cataclismic event, but by a series of misjudgements, mis-calculations, wrong decisions and events not panning out as expected, over a period of time.

 

Sure, Craig Whyte, Duff & Phelps, "Mr Red" (the mysterious MIH employee who failed to co-operate fully with HMRC) and sundry others played their part, but, the main character in the Fall From Grace of Rangers FC was David Murray - Rangers fans would do well to remember this.

 

 

 

FAREWELL then Robert de Matteo, the latest fall guy in the English soap opera which is Chelsea FC. And welcome Rafa Benitez, hero of Anfield and sundry other stadia. Can he last-out the season? Perhaps, if he can help Senor Torres re-discover his mojo, but, I will not wager too-much of my hard-earned on this.

 

 

 

LET'S face it, fitba is in a mess in Scotland; but, it's in a richer mess in England. Why do we bother?

The BTC Verdict Is Not The End

SO, we finally know - for the moment - that Murray International Holdings, the former owners of Rangers Football Club, has won what is known as THE BIG TAX CASE. This "victory" may yet be challenged by an appeal by HMRC, indeed, given the two-to-one verdict in favour of MIH of the three-person tribunal, I can definitely see an appeal coming.

 

So, what has this got to do with fitba? In truth, nothing. Oldco Rangers is still deid; Newco/Sevco Rangers is still in Division Three of the SFL and Scottish football is still heading down the stank faster than last night's curry and lager.

 

For sure, we will get a lot of hot air; the cyber-warriors, both pro-Rangers and anti-Rangers, will still enthral us with their insights into this over-long, over-complicated but entirely spurious case; Santa will still arrive overnight on 24-25 December and life will go on.

 

The Oldco could still be stripped of their SPL titles won between 2001 and 2010, but, since the Newco/Sevco will NEVER play in the SPL, this will matter little, since, even if the titles are eventually stripped once Lord Nimmo Smith's SPL tribunal finally reports - the disputed titles are highly-unlikely to be re-presented to Celtic.

 

You see - and here I hate to argue with my late uncle Wullie's "mucker" down the pit - football isn't even a matter of life or death, far-less far-more important than that. Modern football is a very good and healthy way of passing free time, which has, thanks to over 100 years of professionalism become a cynical, nasty, over-inflated business of little moral or physical benefit to the majority of the population.

 

It has given some of us a good living, either playing, administering, managing, or in my case, commenting and reporting on. But, while deep down, it's a great game and, at its best, it can lift, inspire and make us feel good about ourselves and life. At its worst, and the noise and fury around the BTC has been an example of this, it can depress, humiliate and be an example of the worst of human nature.

 

The fact is, as I have said before - the Murray model for running Rangers was always going to be unsustainable. Those few of us journalists who had seen what the then Mr Murray did to Scottish Basketball feared he would do the same to Scottish Football.

 

Our fears have, to some extent, been proved correct and, this whole business has still some way to run, further casualties could and probably will follow. I would suggest - you aint seen nothin' yet.

 

 

 

JUST as I feared they might, beating Barcelona did not encourage Celtic to kick-on and beat Benfica last night. However, it wasn't all bad news and while there might still be some nail-biting to be done, I am still convinced Neil Lennon and his men will beat Spartak in their final group game and clinch their last 16 Champions League place.

 

After what has gone before, only getting into the Europa League would be a huge anti-climax.

 

 

 



Wanted Leaders: Apply Hampden Park - NOW

DO YOU remember the simpler, good old days of the 1970s, when Billy Connolly was till funny, and proved this with a series of LPs (remember vinyl) which had you rolling on the floor, simultaneously laughing and crying from your aching sides.

Back then, the Big Yin did a spoof on the Army recruiting film of the time, which featured a semi-barracks-trained neanderthal tank commander - the modern-day Gary's ancestor, who was: according to Connolly: "A born leader", with a bolt in his neck and a zip up the back.

I fear said "Jock" became officer material and morphed into one of the "Ruperts" of the genuine Tartan Army's legend - you know, the sort of officer the "Jocks" would follow anywhere - out of a sense of foreboding and morbid curiousity.

It gets worse, I think he has left the army and is now a Hampden "blazer", since the sort of leadership we are currently getting from the National Stadium at this crucial juncture in the history of our game is being delivered by "born leaders" whom the young Connolly could and did spot was right for parody.

In evidence M'luds I offer the shambolic goings-on concerning Rangers/Rangers FC/The Rangers/Sevco, twixt February and the start of this season. This could be summed-up as a goalmouth stramash-cum-stairheid row-cum-mutual hair-pulling session, which did nothing for the good name or reputation of our game.

At a time when the game called for calm, resolute and decisive leadership, we had a Commander-in-Chief in President Ogilvie who was up to his armpits in the sludge, a behind-the-scenes-fixer and string-puller in Peter Lawwell who was trying to stituch-up things to suit his club, two supposed Chief Executives in Steart Regan and Neil Doncaster who were too-busy doing dirty back-stairs deals designed to make their organisations look good and in Charles Green, the new boy in town whose motives had not yet been established and whom nobody trusted.

This was a recipe for disaster, at a time when the game needed a Big Man to step in, sort-out the mess and put us on the correct path to a shining future.

Today, the mess is still piling up in the Hampden car park and we are no closer to sorting it out. And, while the "blazers' bicker and fight, our game goes further down the stank.

Is there nobody inside Hampden who can sort things out? Must the game implode totally before anything is done? And, by the time the 'blazers" remove their heads from their own arses and o something - will anyone still care?

Not A Disaster For Scotland

ONE OF the books I am meaning to write has the working title: "Disaster For Scotland". On the basis that misery sells, I could re-hash such tales as the Wembley disasters of 1930, 1955, 1961, 1969 and 1975; throw-in my thoughts on the Peru and Iran games during the 1978 World Cup finals, the various red-faces we've suffered under Berti Vogts, George Burley and Craig Levein and suddenly, I've potentially got a massive tome on my hands.

 

There would have to be a chapter on the European Championship qualifier against Luxembourg, on 2 December, 1987. This match, played in the Stade de la Frontiere in Esch-sur-Alzette, finished 0-0.

 

This result was so bad, we hadn't been back to the Principality since, until Wednesday night, when, as we now know - WE WON.

 

Did we rejoice at this improvement? Did we hell. The professional (stopp tittering there at the back) reviewers of the Scottish Football Writers Association were decidedly under-whelmed by the performance and the result and, apparently, the opinion of the opinion formers is that stand-in boss Billy Stark apparently ruled himself out of contention for the Levein succession - because his hastily re-cast team didn't win by more goals.

 

This opinion, naturally, ignores the reality of commenting on the Scottish international team, which is - we have rarely been as good as we think we are.

 

The squad Starkie was left with was vastly different from the final one which Craig Levein had selected. Pardon my cynicism, but, I feel one or two Scotland regulars saw what they suspected as a short-lived Stark interregnum as a good excuse to miss a meaningless international, without too-greatly hampering their places in the national squad.

 

Starkie's starting team showed nine changes from Levein's last line-up, only Christophe Berra and Darren Fletcher holding their places. Starkie also chose to blood four new caps - which is, after all, one of the things these friendlies is all about.

 

Received wisdom (in both football and rugby) has always been that Scotland is a wee nation, which doesn't produce a lot of international class players at any one time and for us to do well, we need as many of our top talents on the field as we can manage.

 

My own opinion is that we had maybe five of our current optimum team on the park on Wednesday night. Usually, to have less than half our best side on the park in any game is a recipe for Disaster For Scotland; so, I refuse to castigate Starkie for managing us to a win.

 

Anent that 1987 game, which, as I remember was THE outstanding case of "A draw nae fitba" in the 140-year history of the Scotland international team - the Scotland team was: Jim Leighton, Maurice Malpas, Derek Whyte, Roy Aitken, Alex McLeish, Willie Miller, Pat Nevin, Paul McStay, Graeme Sharp, Ian Wilson, Maurice Johnston, with Gary MacKay and Eric Black replacing Whyte and Nevin after 62 minutes.

 

Just over one year previously, Scotland had beaten the Luxembourgers 3-0 at Hampden. Our team that night was (arguably) a stronger one: Leighton, Ray Stewart, Murdo MacLeod, Aitken, Richard Gough, Alan Hansen, Nevin, Brian McClair, Johnston, Kenny Dalglish and Davie Cooper, with Ally McCoist and Paul McStay replacing MacLeod and Hansen in the second half.

 

So, back in 1986-87, at a time when we were used to Scotland qualifying for the finals of the big tournaments, using, over the two games, 21 players, ten of whom have since been inducted into the Scottish Football Hall of Fame; seven of these ten have also won over 50 caps, to gain admittance to the SFA's own Hall of Fame, an honour also accorded to a further two of the 21 from 25-years ago.

 

Yet, back then - we couldn't win in Luxembourg. This week, denuded of more than half of apparently our current "first choice" starting team and at a time when, by common consent, we are short of genuine top-flight talent and potential Hall of Fame future inductees - we won in Luxembourg.

 

As I have said before - Scotland, here's tae us, wha's like us. And you all know the answer to that one.

 

 

 

ONE OF the hardy annuals of football journalism for the last decade or so has been the English media's distaste, bordering on extreme dislike, for Swedish striker Zlatan Ibrahimovic.

 

Following on his four-goal demolition of England on Wednesday night, a one-man show which spoilt Steve Gerrard's 100th cap party, maybe we should adopt the big man as an honorary Scot.

 

Henrik Larsson, who did so much to guide the young Ibrahimovic through his early internationals was always an exceptional player, who hid the self-belief and arrogance which is such a vital part of the really great players' game with an endearing diffidence. Ibrahimovic has always been much more up-front about his considerable gifts and this has never played well with our Southern neighbours.

 

I think he will have enjoyed his 90 minutes this week, after all, one thing which so-closely links the English and the Germans is - they don't like it up 'em and this week, Ibrahimovic got right up 'em.   

 

 

Reconsgtruction - Yes, But Not This

HERE we go again - league reconstruction is apparently back on the agenda - with the SFL (Scottish Football League) floating vague plans about a new three-division set-up in Scottish senior football of 16 - 10 and 18 clubs, two more than at present; these two "new" clubs are to be the second XIs of Celtic and Rangers.

 

I have long been in the we must reconstruct camp; I believe, given the huge support which both Old Firm clubs command, finding a place for their reserve sides would be a good thing, fiscally, for the other clubs, but, and there has to be a but - this latest idea is crazy.

 

Scottish senior football does not need more clubs, it needs fewer; that much has been apparent for years. The "cake" is getting smaller by the year, so the clubs should be looking for larger, not smaller slices.

 

As far as I can see, this plan calls for amalgamation between the SPL and the SFL - all well and good, but, this will still leave us with two governing bodies in the senior game - the new composite league and the SFA, still in everyone's view, except those Hampden "blazers" with vested interests to protect, one too-many.

 

 

 

PARDON me for being cynical, but, when you consider the number of calls-off (or is that call-offs)? there have been from Billy Stark's originally-named squad to travel to Luxembourg for tomorrow night's "International Challenge Match" - why bother?

 

The match is meaningless, I haven't met too-many Tartan Army foot soldiers who are champing at the bit to get to the Principality - lovely place though it is to visit - in fact, it's all a bit of a non-event.

 

I cannot help thinking, the SFA should maybe have contacted their Luxembourg counter-parts, made their excuses, promised an early re-scheduling and taken the severe hit on the "blazers" air miles.

 

If they had to have something, they should have acted quicker to replace Craig Levein and maybe got the new guy in to bring the squad together for a "getting to know each other" session, with maybe something like a Home Scots v Anglo-Scots charity game at the finish.

 

 

 



Wanted - A Fan On The Park

I HAVE long held that Celtic and Rangers, because of the weight of expectation which falls on their players on a weekly basis, require at all times to have a player who is, for want of a better expression - the Keeper of the Faith. Such a player need not be the club captain, or even the best or most-influential; but, what he has to be is: "the fan on the park" - the guy who is playing for the thousands who can do no more than cheer-on the team from the sidelines.

 

Such a player, perhaps lacking the technical quality so necessary in Champions League play, more than pays for himself in the most-important battles - the purritch and auld cales of domestic league games. As I warned in my last post, it is no good beating Barcelona if full points are not taken against St Johnstone. That's what happened and for all the very good non-Scottish imports he has brought to the club, I feel Sunday's result against the Perth side showed that what Neil Lennon really needs to get hold of is a player who is Celtic to the core - a Neil Lennon or Roy Aitken-type figure who can, by sheer force of personality turn damaging draws such as Sunday's into victories.

 

I will still be very surprised, should Celtic not run away with the SPL, but, if  they don't, then indetifying and nurturing the "fan on the park" has to be a priority.

 

 

 

THE latest inductees into the Scottish Football Hall of Fame were named at the weekend. Let me say, straight away, I have to argument with the five men inducted, all are worthy of inclusion - however, that said, I am amazed to see one iconic Scottish football figure has still not been inducted.

 

I refer to the great Jimmy McMullan - captain of the immortal 'Wembley Wizards'. In an ideal world, when the HoF was conceived, the 11 Wizards and the 11 LIsbon LIons ought to have been a combined shoo-in. They perhaps weren't all worthy, but, as the two greatest teams in the history of the nation's favourite team game, they should have gone in en bloc.

 

But, I digress; even allowing for the special status of that win on 31 March, 1928, McMullan's record as a great player and an even-greater captain did, and continues to, make him worthy of a place in the HoF. I refuse to believe there are 82 worthier men in the history of Scottish football.

 

I also hae ma doots about one of the new inductees, Andrew Watson of Queen's Park, who won three caps in the early 1880s. Apparently Watson's unique selling point for induction was that he was the world's first black internationalist. Good for him, however, I feel to induct him ahead of some of the other legends of that time - when Scotland truly was the best side in the world, is nothing more than a sop to political correctness and the Racial Equality Industry.

That's the thing with the HoF induction process; the choices are made by a panel of so-called experts. Well, when it comes to the history of Scottish football, I consider myself a lot better-informed than some of the "experts" who make the who gets in decisions and, over the years, there have been several clear instances of club loyalties getting guys in far earlier than they might perhaps be correctly inducted.

 

Celtic Are In A Great Place - But Don't Blow It

DOWN here in "Orange County" Ayrshire, where you are advised to turn back your watches to 1690 as you exit the M77 at Fenwick, we've had the rare sight this week of replica Celtic strips being worn in public - yes, even in Cumnock and Kilwinning.

 

But, while I don't truly think Neil Lennon will let it happen, I would caution Celtic fans: it could all still blow up in your face. I will be amazed if Celtic do not, from the position they reached by beating Barcelona, go on to qualify for the last 16 of the Champions League - indeed, their fans' case ought to be: "Why stop there? If we can beat Barca the last 16 need not be our limit".

 

That said, they could just as easily cling to time-honoured Scottish tradition and follow-up a marvellous win with a couple of dodgy defeats and scrape into the Europa League; I don't honestly see total calamity, fourth in the group, happening, however.

 

Now that would really give that old ham Rod Stewart something to blurb about.

 

 

 

ELSEWHERE, it's a case of woe, woe and thrice woe, in the wake of Vlad the Bad donning his spotted neckerchief, getting out the six-guns and threatening the Hearts fans with: "Pay up - or else".

 

It now appears that six Scottish clubs are in serious financial doo-dah and could close at any minute. Am I surprised? Not really, Scottish football has been living beyond its means for years and this cannot go on, at some point the cracks have to open and swallow-up one or two.

 

Ayr United, for instance, has been up for sale for a couple of years, with no takers. St Mirren's long-awaited and much-hyped fans' buy-out is threatening to out-last the Trojan Wars; John Yorston is doing Corporal Jones "Don't panic" impressions at Dunfermline, with as much credibility; Falkirk are struggling; Killie are skint, we keep getting tales of financial woe from Stephen Thomson at Dundee United - the story goes on.

 

Would it be such a bad thing if Scottish football was reduced to the level of the Irish or Welsh Leagues? After all - Denamrk, Sweden, Norway, Republic of Ireland and Wales, countries whose leagues we tend to sneer at here in Scotland, are all ranked above us in the latest FIFA standings.

 

Perhaps it's time for us to admit - really, we're not very good at football, revert to part-time status and sort ourselves out. Alas, I don't see the "blazerati" having the self-knowledge to see this and the talent and drive to do it.

 

 

 

CAN I just say, Billy Stark might not be a bad shout for Scotland boss. Let's face reality here, Scotland is, at present (if we look at it from a club context) a once-powerful "big" team which has under-performed for years, still has delusions of grandeur but has slipped into the middle of the Third Division, from whence it needs to emerge.

 

We could go for a "big-name" manager - Strachan, Souness or Dalglish say - even Joe Jordan. However, because of the way football has changed over the past 15 years or so, such guys are used to operating at clubs where you BUY rather than DEVELOP your squads. "We need a centre half - who can we buy?" is the mind-set here.

 

With Scotland, if you need a centre half, you have to look at who you've got on your staff of Scots-qualified players; you have to work with what you've got. This calls for a different type of manager.

 

I always felt Craig Brown was such a good Scotland boss - because he was used to operating at under the top-flight, with few, if any, top-flight players and he was good at getting performances from such players.

 

Berti Vogts got a bad deal - he had a long-term plan; he was trying to change a whole culture, but the guys with whom he was working, didn't want to change and it didn't help that he was operating at a time when we had no players with more than limited talent. Vogts's pushing of "Futures" internationals was a positive long-term move, which was killed as soon as he went and that move didn't help Scotland in the least.

 

We've wasted then years and, just maybe, with his experience with the Under-21 squad and at lower level with Morton, St Johnstone and Queen's Park, Billy Stark, a guy I have always liked enormously, could -  given time - turn us around.

Hail, Hail and Hail Again - A Great Win - But: Keep The Heid

GREEN ink today - and why not? Any Scottish football fan NOT prepared to stand up and salute Neil Lennon and his troops this morning, clearly has severe mental problems.

 

While I am not going down the road of hailing this as "one of the greatest wins in the history of the club", even I, old cynic that I am, can acknowledge what a superb win this was. But, the hyperbole has to be tempered: this wasn't as big a win as that over Inter Milan, all those years ago in Lisbon, or their Hampden win over Leeds United in the biggest of football's many 'Battles of Britain' back in the black and white tv days of the 1970s. I know, in today's climate of media over-hype, almost every win is the biggest one ever, but, let's not forget, great result though this was, against a team with much more money and a supposedly superior squad, it was still a win in a qualifying group, from which Celtic could still fail to qualify for the knock-out stages.

 

I accept, they've got themselves into a great position, I further accept that Celtic, from where they currently are, SHOULD reach the last 16 knock-out stages, which would be a great boost for them and for Scottish football, but please, as Allan Wells so memorably told himself as he did his victory lap back in Moscow in 1980: "Keep the heid".

 

 

 

ON A related subject: is it just me, or is anyone else thinking that, without the weekly media hype around Celtic and the team in blue from across the city, isn't Neil Lennon growing into a statesmanlike manager.

 

The wee man from Lurgan will always wear his heart on his sleeve; he does get a lot of stick, some of which he has in the past tended to bring on himself, but, he does it his way and the Barcelona results - a 3-3 aggregate draw over two games lest we forget - indicates an up-and-coming manager.

 

He motivated a below-strength team to a superb win on Wednesday. Nice one Neil.

 

 

 

THAT single result should be a catalyst for a better season in the SPL. If I was an SPL team manager, I'd be telling my players from now on: "Celtic could go out and beat Barca - why cannot you go out there and beat Celtic? They believed, why not you?

 

St Johnstone and Kilmarnock have already proved this season, Celtic can be beaten in domestic games. If more clubs believe they too can beat them, it will be a boost for our oft-criticised league, and, the extra competition will help Celtic in what, we can now begin to dream of, as a good European season. Win, win all round.

 

 

 

NOW the downside. These are troubling times for Jambos everywhere. I fancy it might be a good idea for the concerned fans in maroon and white to hold fast on any thoughts of reaching for the cheque book to buy shares.

 

Romanov has previous in trying to manipulate the fans and, even allowing for all the media and social media shit which has surrounded events since last season at Ibrox - going into liquidation has not (yet) hurt Rangers too much.

 

I don't see the same level of (allegedly and still unproven) criminality surrounding Hearts, as surrounded and still surrounds Rangers, so, given that Newco Rangers were shoe-horned (probably against the rules) into SFL3 - why not the same deal for Newco Hearts?

 

If I was a Hearts' fan, I'd be telling Romanov: "No thanks - do your worst".

 

 

 

FINALLY, with nothing better to do on the night, I watched the Manchester City v Ajax game on ITV1 on Tuesday night. Post-match, the big stooshie was about that last-second non-penalty.

 

From my seat, the referee got it spot-on. BOTH Balotelli and the Ajax defender were "at it"; each was tugging at the other's jersey - so, waving play-on, or to be precise, blowing for full time, was a great decision by the referee. He got a few wrong ont he night, but he got that big one correct, although, he might have booked Balotelli for his petulant and pretty poor spot of "simulation" as he flung himself to the turf.

 

As ever, the ITV commentary was a disgrace. It's ok for Scottish commentators to be myopic - they're only speaking to a small audience. It's another thing altogether for ITV commentators to be fans with microphones.

 

Their lack of awareness is breath-taking; insisting that few if any Ajax playersd would get into the City team. If that is indeed the case - how come, over the two games, Ajax won 5-3 on aggregate a result which, in the good old days of a true European Cup, limited to national league champions, would have seen City OUT.

 

Technically, Ajax were the better team. Sure, they rode their luck with a couple of tight offsides, but, for me, on the night, they were the better team.

NEXT!!!

AYE, OK - I got it wrong. I didn't think the SFA board, a body rapidly building up an unbeatable reputation for incompetence, would fire Craig Levein this close to a game, even a seemingly meaningless friendly with Luxembourg; but, even I under-estimated the depths to which the blazerati have sunk.

 

Let's be honest - Craig Levein wasn't a great Scotland boss - but, given the whole ethos surrounding the game up here at present, can we honestly be sure that anyone else might have done any better.

 

To be fair, Levein knew the whole game in Scotland stunk. At Hearts and even more at Dundee United, he tried to change things for the better. I've only met Craig on a few occasions, but, I liked and still like the guy. However, he could only work with the tools he was given and (mindful that even Jock Stein had his bad days with them) he didn't have a Dalglish, or a Bremner, or a Souness or Baxter or Law to call upon.

 

Much has been made of the number of Premiership players he could call on. Let's be honest, here, not many of these guys were real key men for top Premiership sides. Where once Bremner, or Law or Souness and Dalglish or Gilzean or Mackay were absolutely top men, for the top teams in England - we cannot say that about even Darren Fletcher, or Gary Caldwell - probably the two most-consistent Scotland players of recent years.

 

We have stopped producing genuine top-quality players, and until we put in place the systems which will bring this about again, we will struggle.

 

We don't have a system for properly nurturing out top young talent, and until we put in place the systems which will bring this about again, we will struggle.

 

Our leagues are decidedly poor ones in terms of overall quality, and until we put in place the systems which will change this, we will struggle.

 

Let's have a look at the"blazers" who decided to relieve Levein of his duties - while continuing to pay his salary up until the end of his contract in 2014 - and weep.

 

President Campbell Ogilvie ought to, like Levein, be on "gardening leave" pending the outcome of his part in the still unresolved Rangers' EBT scandal. He was heavily implicated in this and should have been long-ago side-lined, rather than making decisions on Levein. He is tainted.

 

Chief Executive Stewart Regan is also tainted, following the revelations of his attempts to pochle a deal which would keep Rangers in the SPL. The shoogly nail on which his blazer rests ought long ago to have fallen out.

 

The rest - well while I have a whole heap of respect for Tom Johnston's efforts to pull together the warring tribes of junior football - and have always found TJ to be one of the good guys - there's not a lot of talent there, not to mention one or two time-servers.

 

Scotland's mainstream football media is now busy telling us that Craig Levein was "Scotland's least successful manager" in terms of competitive games; except he wasn't.

 

Levein had charge of the team in 13 competitive games - of which his team won three, drew four and lost five, giving him 13 points - 36% of what was available, while those three wins amount to 25% of the total.

 

A previous Scotland boss had charge of the team in five competitive games - of which his team won won, drew two and lost two, giving him five points - 33.3% of what was available, while that single win amounted to 20% of the total.

 

That manager - the guy with an inferior record to Levein was Sir Alex Ferguson, when in charge between Jock Stein's tragic death at Cardiff and our early exit from the 1986 World Cup finals.

 

OK, SAF's reign covered the Inter-continental Play-off with Australia and the games against West Germany, Denmark and Uruguay in the World Cup Finals proper - Levein's were in qualifying campaigns.

 

But: Jim Leighton, Richard Gough, Mauriced Malpas, Graeme Souness, Alex McLeish, Willie Miller, Gordon Strachan, Roy Aitken, Eamonn Bannon, Jim Bett, Paul McStay, Andy Goram, Steve Nicol, David Narey, Arthur Albiston, Frank McAvennie, Steve Archibald, Graeme Sharp, Charlie Nicholas, Paul Sturrock, Davie Cooper and Alan Rough - the 22 players Fergie took to Mexico - even allowing for the greater quality of the West Germans and the Danes, couldn't get us into the second phase. I mean, all they had to do was beat ten Uruguayans over 89 minutes. Managing Scotland has never been easy.

 

If Fergie, Scotland's greatest-manager from his record with Aberdeen and Manchester United, could fail - what chance had Levein - he didn't have the same quality of player at his disposal?

 

OK, so, we accept that Levein had to go - who is next for what is now surely an impossible job?

 

Blame the system; we should change it before we change managers.

November The Fifth - Don't Burn Levein, Burn The Blazers

I DON'T think Craig Levein will be getting his jotters just yet. Even with the SFA's long-established history of getting the big decisions wrong, it is difficult to see them putting a temporary manager in charge of the squad for the forthcoming Luxembourg friendly, after sacking Levein early next week.

 

That said, they could just as easily sack the boss after we fail to inflict the six-goal hammering which we feel is our right when it comes to us taking-on one of European football's traditional whipping boys.

 

And in any case, as this blog has frequently pointed-out, we could ask SAF to leave Manchester United and become Scotland boss tomorrow, and, even if he did, we still would not qualify for the next World Cup and are unlikely to qualify for any big tournaments ever again, until there is a sea change in the entire culture of Scottish football.

 

We don't need a new coach - we need a total clear-out of the Hampden blazers and a few years of real progress, before we go anywhere other than down the stank.

 

 

 

SPEAKING of under-performing teams; while there was no real surprise at Inverness Caledonian Thistle beating Rangers in midweek - whatever else you might say about big Tel and wee Mo, they know how to organise a team - one expected a closer game.

 

Received wisdom has it that you first build the spine of your team - goalkeeper, central defender, central midfielder and main striker. Get these four positions right and the rest are add-ons.

 

Mr McCoist has a good goalkeeper in the experienced and under-rated Neil Alexander; in SFL3, Ian Black ought to be able to run central midfield - although, when the opposition steps up to SPL-class, he clearly needs more help than he got in midweek; up front he has options, players such as Lee McCulloch, Andy Little, Dean Shiels, Kevin Kyle (when fit) and Francisco Sandaza will all get goals in domestic matches.

 

The huge, gaping black hole in McCoist's squad is in central defence. Given time, Ross Perry and Darren Cole will, hopefully, come through. Right now, however, they need beside them a big, mean, dare one say it dirty, Rangers centre half. Unfortunately, by buying the Brazilian Emilson Cribari (Orange Scheidt - as one of my Celtic-supporting friends calls him), McCoist proved that as a striker, he has scant knowledge of what it takes to make a central defender.

 

He cannot buy an emergency replacement, but must make-do with what he has. Dare I suggest it, but, moving either McCulloch or Kyle back into central defence might tide him and his team over until the younger players mature, or they can again buy - whichever comes first.

 

 

 

Mind you, now that the old Rangers are finally in liquidation, and BDO is finally in situ to uphold the interests of HMRC - and just how many more "any day now" deadlines will pass before the BTC is settled? At 65, I'd like to think I can hang around lone enough to read the verdict. It might be that Sevco Rangers isn't around too long.

 

And that's another thing - I've got a mate who is a prison officer at Barlinnie. He's a Rangers supporter who hopes to welcome Craig Whyte to his institution before he retires.