AT TIMES like these, yer average blogger feels - why bother. It's the same old, same old. The league has been won, and the only interest is in trying to work out if Hibs really are trying to join Hearts in the Championship, which promises to be the league to be in next season.
That eternal soap opera Edmiston Drive rolls on, getting sillier by the week, as is reflected in the on-line forums. I used to enjoy reading the Rumour Mill in The Scotsman on a daily basis, but it is now simply a reserve for the more-extreme forms of internet trolls, spouting the same old guff they have spouted since about the time SDM sold Real Rangers to the Motherwell Con Man.
Nothing to speak about either in the nominations for the SPFA Player of the Year, which has Big Boydie cast as "Token Hun" in a cast list of otherwise Celtic players. That list is more I think a case of the voting constituency seemingly setting-out to confirm, footballers DO wear their IQs on their backs.
It looks as if Hearts will be "saved", but, a long haul back awaits them.
Then, along came the less than bombshell news that the SPFL was trying to hijack control of the SFA. I must admit this surprised me, I thought they already did run the show.
First things first. Take a look along the M8 to Murrayfield, where the tiny professional arm of the game: covering Glasgow Warriors, Edinburgh Rugby and the national squads far exceeds in influence, time taken-up by the paid officials, interest in the subject from the same officials, the much-larger constituency of the clubs.
I would not try to say we are a nation brimming with star rugby players, but, the club game is a lot healthier than the professional one in that sport.
In football, the grass-roots game is thriving, kids still want to play football, but, to allow the people who have presided over Scotland's fall from grace since 1998 - and, let's be honest, even before then - to fully run football here, is a recipe for even greater disaster.
I do like the way, however, the influential clubs such as Celtic and Hibs, have allowed Alloa's Mike Mulraney to be the front man for their attempted coup, to give it a veneer of respectibility. Mulraney strikes me as being the member of the small Mafia family who took the rap for the Michael Corleone for the restaurant shooting in The Godfather.
The part of Scottish football which has deteriorated most in the last half century is the professional arm of the game. To let them run the entire show, would be an act of extreme folly.
AND finally, it has happened - Manchester United have sacked David Moyes. David has gone, his departure well-cushioned by his pay-off. I must say, I am surprised. I had thought, having gone through a few years of Hell by the way they mangled Sir Matt Busby's departure, a generation ago, United would have given Moyes longer.
But, no, theor American owners have shown themselves to be as stupid as the other billionaire foreign owners who are killing English football. The mantra of instant success, of how the BIG teams MUST be allowed to win, goes on.
And what about SAF, his annointed successor has failed, how does that play with his legacy?
Still, it will keep those talentless twits in the English Football Writers Association going for a week or so, until they begin their attack on Roy Hodgson, once England fails to win the World Cup.
The melt-down in English football cannot come quickly enough.
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