TONY
McGLENNAN, the SFA's Disciplinary Compliance Officer is
in for a busy couple of days – reviewing the footage from
Saturday's Rangers v Hibs game at Ibrox.
Ryan Jack and Anthony Stokes have a tete a tete
And
if, at the end of it, Hibs' Anthony Stokes isn't looking at a lengthy
suspension, then McGlennan clearly isn't doing his job. I refrained
from saying too-much about this latest outbreak of unsavoury
football, until I had seen the lowlights on TV on Sunday night.
Just
how the fiery Stokes stayed on the pitch is a mystery to me. His
assault on James Tavernier, early in the match, was as clear a red
card as I have seen. He then commits another red-card offence, when
he tried to throttle Ryan Jack. OK, Jack has only himself to blame
for a clear retaliatory butt at Stokes, feeble though it was – but,
just how John Beaton didn't also dismiss Stokes – particularly
since he was already on a yellow card, has me totally dumbfounded.
John Beaton - had a "Collum" on Saturday
Maybe
Mr McGlennan should also suspend Mr Beaton, for gross dereliction of
duty. This was as poor a display of officiating as I have seen in a
long time. I gather the technical term is: "He had a Collum".
PHYSICAL
EDUCATION teachers, or as they were in my day: “Gym teachers”
have long been the whipping boys of the teaching profession. It used
to be said, because new students in each year at the Scottish School
of Physical Education at Jordanhill College were, on arrival, given a
number, these dolled-out alphabetically – PE teachers wore their IQ
on their backs.
The
same might well be said about footballers, although, with today's
penchant for squad numbers, one or two are clearly being given
numbers higher than their IQ.
I
reckon that applies to Newcastle United skipper Jonjo Shelvey, who
was rightly red-carded for as blatant a stamp on an opponent –
Spurs' Deli Alli – which is the clearest I have ever seen, and I
used to cover Ayrshire Junior Football in the bad old days.
Jonjo Shelvey - plain daft
Stupidity
doesn't cover Shelvey's actions. Those fantastic Geordie fans in the
Toon Army deserve better from their skipper. There is an old Ayrshire
saying which applies to Shelvey's action – it could only have been
a rush of shite to the brain.
I
SPENT several happy years driving the Sports Desk at the
Paisley Daily Express, until they appointed an Editor who was a
half-wit, but, still at that, twice as intelligent as the News
Editor, whereupon I bailed out, with huge regrets.
Covering
St Mirren wasn't always easy – two steps forward, one back, most of
the time, but, getting to know great guys like Fitz – Tony
Fitzpatrick, Norrie McWhirter, Campbell Money, big Mark Yardley and
of course, the wonderful “Basher” - Barry Lavety – made the job
tolerable. I will always have a soft spot for the Buddies.
So,
I am feeling a bit down today, after their heavy defeat in the
Renfrewshire Derby on Saturday. It goes without saying, losing a
derby is the worst loss of all – more so, when much of the damage
was done by the son of an old fan's favourite.
Jai Quitongo - a real chip off the old block
Jose
Quitongo only spent a little time at Love Street, but, he was, as he
was nearly everywhere else, smashing while he was there. It is great
to see his son Jai develop into something of a chip off the old
block, but, a bit disconcerting to see him play so well against the
Buddies.
They
take the derby seriously in Renfrewshire. I well recall one game at
Cappielow, in which Morton simply could not contend with the twin
Lavety-Yardley threat, as Saints strolled to victory.
As
we headed down to the manager's office for the post-mortem, the press
pack were surrounded by some very angry and not always stoney-faced
'Ton fans.
We
reached the office and the late Willie Hunter - a Paisley Buddie who
was so-dedicated to his home town, over the many years he spent
living in a leafy Glasgow suburb, while working as Chief Leader
Writer for the Glasgow Herald – back when its leaders were worth
reading – he had a notice just inside his garden gate: “Welcome
to Paisley”. Well that day, Willie, who was a truly iconoclastic
football writer, was wearing the most serene smile.
He
entered the office, poured himself a generous hauf from the
complimentary whisky bottle, lit what was probably his 50th
cigarette of the day, took a puff, a slurp of his hauf, before
turning to me and saying: “Socrates – I rather enjoyed that”.
Yet,
when you read his report on the Monday, you would never have known
Willie had a pro-St Mirren leaning. Truly, he was the Paisley
Grammarian who more than compensated for Fred Goodwin and Andra Neil.
I still miss him.
Willie,
by the way, played the mourners out of the Linn Crematorium after his
funeral with a recording of his trombone solo: “When the Saints go
marching in”. They broke the mould after they made Willie.
MY
OLD mucker, Bill Lothian of the Edinburgh Evening News,
over the weekend posted on facebook, a link to a Guardian story about
changes to the immigration rules.
Bill Lothian - has flagged up another Brexit balls-up
Apparently
it will soon become much more difficult for sports clubs to bring-in
young talent from overseas. In particular this new ruling will all
but eliminate the practice whereby young Australians, New Zealanders,
South Africans and West Indians can join British cricket, rugby and
hockey teams for a season's experience.
In
cricket, which could be particularly hard-hit, these guys are known
as “Overseas Amateurs” - they get their keep, some are fixed-up
with none-too rigorous jobs, and, so long as they are not paid to
play, all is well.
However
the new rules will re-classify them as “professionals”, since, a
lot of them return years later as full professionals, and as such,
getting them in will become more-difficult.
On
the face of it, this should not bother football too-much, but, it is
not difficult to see a Conservative government, determined to “take
back control” of our borders, being equally heavy-handed when it
comes to bringing in foreign talent for football clubs.
In
theory, this should help more young Scots come through and develop,
but, some of our clubs might just miss-out on a genuine unpolished
diamond from abroad they can polish and sell-on for a big profit.
See
this Brexit – it's a nonsense.
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