I WRITE this post at just after 9am on a Saturday; in less than six hours I will be covering my first SPL game for two whole seasons and am looking forward to the experience, if only to see, for myself, if it is as poor a product as has been claimed.
I shall post my thoughts on the game tomorrow.
MEANWHILE, darn souf, there is just one issue in sport - will, or will not 'Arry rides to his nation's rescue and take the England job? It has been said before and by better sports writers than I, that the England manager's post is Mission Impossible - there is no way Tom Cruise and his team would take this gig.
Between an extreme paucity of talent and England expecting far too much, I fear they will never again, not even if they ever have the chance to play all their World Cup matches at Wembley, see an England captain hold aloft the World Cup.
Pedants might of course say: "So what, no England captain has ever held aloft the World Cup before". This is correct, it was the Jules Rimet Trophy which Bobby Moore and his team paraded round the old Wembley in 1966.
'Arry would be mad to take the job; however, for all his protestations of genuinely being as fick as he appears - 'Arry is a smart cookie who will most-likely screw a generous leaving deal out of Tottenham and a very lucrative salary package out of the FA - although the negotiations with Daniel Levy at White Hart Lane will doubtless be the more-difficult.
Just so long as he doesn't take Joe Jordan to Wembley with him.
IT'S Liverpool v Manchester United this weekend - in Scottish terms, Kenny v Fergie. Two successful but unloveable Scots going head to head. Both are, by birth or living time, Govan men, so they are unlikely to like each other; the fact they tolerate the other's presence in the same stadium is, I suppose, progress.
To paraphrase the great Captain Edmund Blackadder: why don't they just stay in Govan, have a square go outside Govan Cross subway station, winner gets the points. 'Twould save a lot of bother.
THINGS are getting worse for Craig Whyte. In the idyllic, sun-kissed former Ayrshire mining village where I live, the former Fuerher of the local junior team lives a half-life, ignored by most, shunned by many, because he all but bankrupted the club during his tenure as president.
He never meant to, he took over in hard times, he did his best, but, well he has never been the sharpest tool in the box and it all went pear-shaped. For all that, and in spite of our many fall-outs, I still like Jock, his heart is in the right place - the same cannot be said of his brain (if he has one).
However, this week in the pub, I heard Craig Whyte described as: "A Jock for senior football".
Ouch, that's hard. Down here, where you used to get the picture of King Billy on his white horse along with the keys to your council house - when they start joking about Rangers, that club is in bother.
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