WITH
little in the way of real meat to get my teeth into this
close season, I have been allowing my mind to flow freely over ways
of improving Scottish football.
The
Beautiful Game has been organised for longer than most, but, some of
the younger team sports could teach football a thing or two. For
instance, in rugby, a team can earn bonus points by scoring more than
three tries per game. Imagine that in football, a bonus point when
the fourth goal goes in. This, I feel, would encourage more attacking
football. Today, a team goes 4-2 down, they park the bus to limit
further damage, but, with bonus points, they could go for 4-3 and
thus set-up a more-exciting match.
Even
if you lost 5-4, or 6-5 say, you would come away with a bonus point.
Also, another rugby bonus system might also be tweaked for football.
This is the losing bonus point, so that, if the losing side finishes
within one score of the winners, they get a losing bonus point. Lose
5-4 or 6-5, you get two points – that's better than playing for a
draw.
Now,
I accept, the losing bonus would not really work on 1-0 or 2-1
defeats, but, if the winning side was to score three or more goals,
and the losing one get within a goal of them, then they would get a
losing bonus. A few seven-or-more-goal thrillers would surely boost
the game.
PRESSURE
– what pressure. Well done to the again Dandy Dons,
for that great win last night; to go safely through to the next
qualifying round of the Europa League. After Rangers and St Johnstone
fell at the first, and they only got a draw in their home leg at
Pittodrie, there were real fears that Aberdeen might also go out
early. So, huge congratulations to Derek McInnes and his squad –
this result will certainly help Scotland's co-efficient, plus the
Dons' coffers.
Derek McInnes - win in Bosnia a good result for Scottish football
They
now face Apollon Limassol in the next round. Cypriot football has
been on the up over the past two or three seasons, so we cannot
simply assume: “The opposition's from Cyprus, Aberdeen will win”.
To quote the sainted Andy Roxburgh: “There are no longer any easy
games in Europe”.But, that said, onwards and upwards please
Aberdeen.
EARLIER
this week I mentioned Gary Lineker's BBC salary. It is
of course, ridiculous that Gary should earn in one year, twice what
the BBC pays Scottish football for its wall-to-wall (or so it seems)
coverage of the game up here; however, that's not Lineker's fault.
He
clearly is a good negotiator, or, has good negotiators working for
him – plus, it goes without saying, if the BBC did not pay him what
he asks, then Sky probably would, while BT, for whom he also works on
European nights, would pay him more too.
Maybe
the SFA should be playing hard ball with Pacific Quay. Next time they
start talking, maybe they should tell the Beeb to take a hike, it
just might focus their minds better.
Of
course, different people getting a different rate for doing the same
job is nothing new. Jackie Stewart when he broke into Formula One,
was being better paid than Jim Clark, who even Stewart acknowledges,
was a superior driver. Clark, unlike Stewart, had no idea of his real
worth, but, quickly learned from his fellow Scot.
On
a personal level, I quit the best job I ever had over this – a
less-talented, far-lazier fellow hack getting more money in the same
department, and have never regretted it. In football, perhaps the
best story about one team mate seeking parity with another concerns
one of Tommy Docherty's re-signing stand-offs with Preston North End.
Apparently
Tommy was offered £12 per week during the season, and £10 per week
in the close season. However, he knew (Sir) Tom Finney was on £14
and £12 per week and Tommy thought this was unfair.
“Now
Tommy, are you trying to tell me you're as good a player as Tom
Finney an worth the same wage”, the Chairman is alleged to have
asked The Doc.
The Doc and Sir Tom Finney - equals in the close season
“Aye,
I certainly am as good as Tom in the close season”, was Doc's reply
– he apparently got the summer wage increase.
AS
A BOY, growing up in the dreich Ayrshire of the 1950s, a
Christmas highlight was unwrapping the latest edition of Hugh
Taylor's Scottish Football Album. Old Hughie, later to become a loved
and valued mentor to me when I first got into the mad world of
sports-writing, was a master of the craft, a Kilmarnock fan who spent
his entire career convincing both halves of the Old Firm, he followed
the other.
Hughie
worshipped Hoagy Carmichael (google him), played a mean piano and
could spot a split infinitive (present-day Herald subs please google)
at the other end of Hampden, and also encouraged young would-be
sports writers brilliantly.
He
painted wonderful word pictures, and I still remember one from 1957.
The Daily Record didn't do torn crests back then, but – Rangers
were in crisis. George Young had retired at the end of the previous
season, to be replaced by Queen's Park's John Valentine, by common
consent the best young centre-half in Scotland.
Then
came “Hampden in the Sun”, 7-1 to Celtic and Billy McPhail
absolutely destroyed poor John Valentine. The new boy was immediately
dropped and shown the door out of Ibrox at the first opportunity.
Willie Telfer - proved rather a good stop-gap
To
plug the gap, Rangers signed life-long fan Willie Telfer, a true
Larkhall boy, from St Mirren. Enter Taylor, who, covering Telfer's
debut - wrote that: “A Victorian gentleman wearing a lum hat could
have headed away the first cross into the Rangers box, but, when
Telfer did this, from the roar which surged round Ibrox, you'd have
thought he had scored an Old Firm winner”.
Telfer,
in a September Song cameo, steadied the ship and from despair in
October the Ibrox club recovered. Hearts won the league at a canter
that season, and Clyde won the Cup, but losing a semi-final replay
and finishing second in the league seemed a long way off when the
board made the “panic signing” of Telfer.
What
has this ancient history got to do with 2017 football? You ask.
Well,
Bruno Alves, a veteran centre-half, OK with 92-more Portuguese caps
than Telfer had Scottish ones, has arrived at Ibrox as “the Chosen
One” – brought to end the chants of: “The cry was no defenders”
which have followed Rangers around for years.
Bruno Alves
The
fissures in the heart of the Rangers defence last season were obvious
to all. One of my old class-mates, a 71-year-old, grey-hair worn in a
bun lady, who makes full use of her Pensioner's season ticket at
Rugby Park, summed-up Rangers' defensive difficulties in a sentence:
“When Kris Boyd can out-sprint your twin centre-halves, you should
accept you've got a problem”.
I
am not certain Alves could out-sprint the Tarbolton Tank over
30-metres, but, if he can plug the gaps, he will prove as smart a buy
as old Willie Telfer was. I note, however, “the stenographers” as
Phil Mac Giolla Bhain calls out football-writing journalists, are
apparently being primed for Alves' coronation as Rangers' captain –
with quotes about him “wanting to be a leader” at Ibrox.
So,
he could be Davie Weir 2, only time will tell. However, this blog has
never deviated from its belief, what Celtic and Rangers both need is
a fan on the park, and, better still, that that fan on the park is
the captain.
We
may not like some of the “culture” which surrounds the Bigot
Brothers, but, we have to acknowledge, playing for the jersey, rather
than merely kissing the badge occasionally, still matters in Scottish
football.
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