WELL. Did anyone see that one coming? I refer to Holland's demolition of Spain in the outstanding game - thus far - of the World Cup. Four years ago, in South Africa, I hoped The Oranje would re-discover the flair and elan of past masters and have a go at the Spanish. Instead, they settled for a square-go, and, in every way but via goals, lost heavily.
Last night was retribution, in spades. Of course, the Dutch being quite simply, Scotland with skill, will probably self-destruct somewhere between now and the end of the tournament, but, Robbin and Van Persie have already left us with memories which will keep us going until 2018.
It was sad to see Cassillas have such a bad night. But, like poor Frank Haffey all those years ago, he seems fated to carry the can for failings in front of him.
Chile v Australia was another cracking game. I am enjoying this World Cup already.
FORTY applicants to replace Big Tel at Easter Road - just goes to show the continuing appeal of football management, as Old Big 'Ead himself - Brian Clough - said, the only occupation in which the only guarantee is the sack, eventually.
Leeanne Dempster will be busy sifting through the wannabees, but, it was interesting this week to see the announcement of a grassroots development agreement between Hibs and Spartans. This might not do much for whoever Ms Dempster eventually appoints, but, could have significant implications for his successor, or successor plus one.
MY SECOND daughter is a chartered librarian, who seems determined to augment my small knowledge of football. For Father's Day, as well as a nice bottle of something fruity and red, she presented me with 'The Numbers Game', sub-titled: "Why everything you know about football is wrong".
This book, by Chris Anderson and David Sally is, according to the plugs on the cover: "A must read" - 'Moneyball's' Billy Beane; "The book that could change football for ever" - 'The Times'; and, "Makes the beautiful game even more beautiful" - Malcolm Gladwell.
It is a smashing read, thus far, and I still have a long way to go, since it isn't "holiday" reading, but requires time and thought. However, already, it is clear, that luck and happenstance has arguably more relevance in the game than skill and tactics. Fascinating stuff.
EARLIER this week, self and some other coffin dodgers were on a night-out with the gentleman's club to which I belong. As we came away from the sports centre we had been at, an Under-10s boys team was in training.
Their coaches, looked to be stereotypical of their breed - they had the kids working hard on running, with narry a ball in sight.
One of our group, a man with many years' experience of the old pre-Top Ten, Scottish First Division, looked on, then pontificated.
"There' the future of Scottish Fitba for you - they'll be able to run all day, but unable to trap a bag of cement".
Ah, the wisdom of the ages.
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