Taxi For McCoist - Maybe

FOR all I know, they might still be dancing in the streets of Raith, while I can well imagine the fun Fife Free Press Honcho Allan Crowe, if his youthful immersion in all things Heart of Midlothian isn't still causing undue suffering, is having putting together this week's souvenir edition.

 

Well done Raith, they kept going and got their reward with John Baird's late goal.

 

But, where now Rangers? and where now Ally?

 

Let's face it, the highly-paid tribute act which McCoist manages, is doing what the huge numbers of fans want. They have won back-to-back promotions, they still give Ra Peepul, the chance to turn-up of a weekend and reprise their age-old song book and indulge in their anti-social behaviour, if they see fit.

 

Then came Sunday - their chance to pick-up a trophy, albeit the diddiest of diddy ones, live on TV - and: they blew it.

 

Let's face it, we are used to poor football in Scotland; our Premiership is hardly the last bastion of incisive, fast-paced, innovative football, but Sunday's clash of a team from the middle of the second-rate and the best of the third-rate, this was mind-numbingly tedious. It was awful.

 

That is the tribute act's standard. The team which Mr McCoist has so-expensively acquired, simply isn't much good. On yesterday's evidence, far from scooshing straight through the Championship and straight back to where Ra Peepul feel their team is entitled to be - I see a long campaign,  over more than one season, before that happens.

 

The question then is, how many of Ra Peepul will hang around that long for the journey and, will they still have a tribute act to follow follow?

 

 

 

ONE of the best passages which the late Alastair McLean wrote was his description of the final moments of HMS Ulysses, in his cracking first novel, of that name.

 

I was reminded of it as Hearts were relegated on Saturday, for, although demotion has been on the cards for weeks, when it did hit them, they went down with all guns blazing.

 

A wee wager on the Jambos to bounce right back to the Premiership in one season might pay dividends, always, of course, providing things go the club's way in the Lithuanian courts.

 

 

 

WHAT can we say about Leigh Griffiths, which hasn't already been said? Well, perhaps given his ability to get himself into trouble, maybe his parents should have christened him Brian - he certainly is a very naughty bhoy!!