THE
JOCKS are on pre-embarkation
leave, when they report back to barracks tomorrow, General Sir
Stephen Clarke and his staff will begin the process of readying the
troops for the real thing and the start of Euro 2020.
Like
generations of Scots before them, both the Jocks who will actually go
over the top to take on the enemy and the Tartan Army who will, even
in numbers depleted by the Covid restrictions, are looking nervously
ahead and wondering if, for once, it will be alright on the night for
Scotland.
Let's
face it, to quote the old book title – when it comes to Scotland
and international football: 'It's
the hope that kills.'
'Twas ever thus, look at our first foray into international football
tournaments, the 1950 World Cup. On the back of a run of six straight
wins, the SFA Council, in their wisdom, declared Scotland would only
go to the finals as British Champions. Game Seven pitted them against
England at Hampden; both teams had already qualified for Brazil, but,
England won 1-0 and, despite last-minute: “Please,
come and play,” requests
from FIFA, the Scots stayed at home.
Since
then, we have managed – even when we can be bothered turning-up –
to repeatedly find new ways of blowing it on the biggest stage, to
the extent, veteran Tartan Army foot soldiers while away the
pre-match boredom at “must-win” qualifying games, conjuring-up
different scenarios as to how Scotland might mess it up this time.
Maybe
that's why David Marshall's penalty save has been so-lauded, the
sheer unexpectedness. Surely Scotland should lose a penalty
shoot-out, with qualification on the line? [As an aside – how
did that moment, or the Ryan Christie interview, not make it onto the
BAFTA 'Unmissable TV Moments” list?]
Any
way, the 23-year wait is over, we're back in the big time: set hopes
to maximum.
These
Championships are not the Olympic Games, but, surely, when it comes
to the Euros or World Cups, Scotland's approach is Olympian. For us:
“the glory
is not in winning but in having taken part.”
Could
we perhaps, this time,
get
out of the group and through to the knock-out rounds, something we
have yet to accomplish in ten previous tilts at final tournaments?
We
can take some encouragement from the last time we ended a period of
isolation from the big show – the 16 years and 6 final Euros or
World Cup tournaments we sat out between Sweden 1958 and West Germany
1974?
Back
then, Willie
Ormond's
squad: Jardine
and McGrain,
Bremner, Lorimer
and Jordan,
Dalglish
and Law
etc
went through the group stage unbeaten, but still failed to reach the
sharp end of the tournament. They travelled in hope, exceeded
expectations, but still found a way to fail – might the same thing
happen again this year?
This
being Scotland, I half-expect us to draw the other two games, beat
England at Wembley and still, somehow, not qualify for the knock-out
stages. That would be typically Scottish.
We've
got a half-decent squad, a good manager, the squad dynamic in terms
of getting along are good – why shouldn't we surprise ourselves and
the world with a run deep into the tournament?
As
I said, with Scotland: 'It's
the hope that kills.'
SPEAKING
OF hope,
The Celtic
Family will
surely be hoping Dom
McKay (pictured above)
and the high heid yins inside Celtic Park can get the job done
quickly, and have the new manager – with Australian-Greek Ange
Posteceglou the
apparent anointed one to put back together the broken chalice dropped
by Neil Lennon, and get the Hoops back to where they (the fans) think
the club should be, at least in Scotland.
You
have to respect Ange's record. However, winning in Australia and
Japan is not the same as winning a two-horse race. Second place might
be acceptable where he has coached before, in Glasgow, second is
failure – if the other lot are first – anything lower is a
disaster.
Can
he hope with that level of expectation? How will he handle the
intense media scrutiny, which will be unlike anything he has
experienced before? How will he cope with living legends such as
surviving Lisbon
Lions Craig, Clark, Auld and Lennox watching
at every home game – or having the rentaquote mob such as Sutton,
Hartson, Commons, Walker and
Provan ever
ready to throw-in their twopenceworth.
Then
there is the scrutiny of the “Celtic-minded” hacks, from Cardinal
Keevins down,
far-less the snide remarks from the Lap
Top Loyal.
No
matter how good a coach Ange is supposed to be – if he does get
UEFA clearance to take the Celtic job, he will immediately discover a
level of off the training ground troubles which he could perhaps
barely even envisage in his football life to this point.
Time
is not on Celtic's side. They are due to enter the UEFA
Champions League in
the second qualifying round – the draw for which takes place next
week, with the matches due to be played in six weeks' time. Before
then, pre-season training is due to start on 17 June.
The
Rollins Stones might have had time on their side – Celtic and their
new boss, whoever he is, don't.
CELTIC'S
managerial travails have given
Ra Peepul across the city some additional light relief as they
carry-on their restrained and good-natured celebrations of Title 55
(or Title 1 if you're a Celtic fan).
However,
it is a weel-kent, if not always acknowledged fact, winning a title
is the easy bit, the hard trick is to defend it – and, if nobody
else has noted this, I am sure Steven
Gerrard has.
A
wee bit more pressure for Stevie G to tackle, but, I am sure he will
cope.
Mind
you, if winning two-in-a-row is a challenge, spare a thought for
Scott Booth, (pictured below)who
will, next season, have to embark on a quest for 15-in-a-row with
Glasgow City. This
is a phenomenal run, made all the more-credible since both halves of
the Old Firm are now taking their Women's sides a bit more seriously.
Some
thought, when this happened, City would fade away, clearly, this is
not happening any time soon.