The Lotw Diary...Tuesday....Stirring of the nationalistic loins.

Now, us that are not interested in international fitbaw have slightly become interested in international fitbaw. Nuthin to do wie the fact that Scotland now are 1) winning games or 2) contain a few hoops. Och, I’m lying it has everything to do wie that. You see we are all fickle, team pants? No interested, team-getting results? Then we can put aside the fact that they are managed by a ginger heided lucky hogbeast who only got the joab because no one else was interested and bask in the glory of victory.

And the fact that oor main neigboors are going through a bad spell but then that’s jingoistic and petty. But great fun if you listen to an English based talk radio station.

We also had a vested interest at the weekend in Mount Florida. Would Kenny Miller really be as bad for Scotland as he has been for us recently, would Paul Hartley thrive alongside Bazza and give the Scots a million buck player performance and would the Beats get on the park and stay on his feet long enough to do anything of note?

So after a few biers on Friday night, I drunkenly invited some mates roond to watch the Scotland game in ma hoose. See bier was the real reason not the fact I was interested. So 12.30 came and they arrived wie cans of Scotland’s finest Miller who always hit the spot unlike oor Kenny.

Anyway, the game started and the usual banter in mixed company started. Well, I say mixed, 6 Tims and one orc. Davy Weir was termed the old git, Bazza termed the fud, Hartley, Zico Boyd,, eh Boydchenko and Kenny Miller was termed that useless wee fecker. The rest well, to tell you the truth who the hell are the rest? Teale, Alexander and Naysmith are hardly renowned for their eye-catching performances on match of the day.

The Georgians well apart from Mr Bean were unknown. They were a load of ladzes, unknown to us. After the 1st twenty minutes they proved they were a decent side. The wee podgy, slightly receding winger who ripped the scots apart looked like he should be running a kebab shop rather than running the wing.

But again us are ignorant to other nations who are not top drawer. Bar the top 20 sides in the world the meeja and fans go into hyperbole and think we should be beating them. They don’t take into the fact that the majority of sides in world will have better technical ability than us.

This was proved as the Georgians tried to pass their way through while Scotland went direct more often than not by passing the midfield and thus causing oor Zico to charge aboot like a heidless chicken chasing lost causes and closing doon the second ball after Kenny had lost it.

All the hoop players involved reverted to type. Big Mick after a shaky performance came onto to his usual uncompromising game. He will never be a Maldini or a Rio but he disnny try to be. If Elvis replaces him in Bari then Big Feck better hope he gets lucky again. After Mick's performance in Milan and Saturday then he should be a defo starter.

Hartley see above, charged aboot to no effect and makes you wonder if it’s going to be next season before you see the best from him. But then again has his performance really dropped or is the fact that when you see him alongside better players he disnny stand oot like a Scotsman in the Hearts line up?

Up front oor Kenny again was woeful. Full of running but lacks the end product to ever make it as a top-drawer player. It says a lot that the most natural striker have got will be dropped from a tall building for a guy whom a coo’s arse wie a banjo springs to mind just because he runs aboot. Mind you oor most natural finisher was dropped for sseeebboooo…

The beats came on, fell doon wie his first touch and his running style is looking increasingly daft. Like an injured antelope is being chased by a lion, unsteady on his feet and looks like popping his clogs at anytime. He scored wie a run doon the shinny mis-hit after Kenny had caused panic in the Georgian defence by flicking on a cross.

These two jokers last week, didnae look like they could trouble sleep and when eck paired them up front I thought his reputation as, a no very guid coach was justified. But hey ho a last minute mis-hit and the lucky hog beast again faws in the river forth and comes oot wie a salmon.

Funny to hear the meeja’s take on the last minute goal. When we score last minute winners we are lucky when it happens to eck it’s cause of his subs and the will of his team not to gie up. Now the token orc, in ma hoose, stated at the time of the subs that he wanted as many hoops on the park in the final 10 minutes as they would never give up. Always likely to score. Strange that eh?

I found maself in a strange position after the match. Yes, I was counting how many points Scotland should get in the remaining games. We all were arguing over whether 10, 11 or 12. I say 10 as I think the Georgians will beat us on their patch they deserved a draw on Saturday make no mistake. So how come this change of being interested in International fitbaw has happened?

Simple, we are winning and it is involving guys who play for oor-supported teams. Right, Bazza will always be a fud, Weir an old git and Boydchenko, boydchenko but I want Zico, Mick, Miller and Beats to do well. It was also nice wee Shaun coming on looking like his big fat wage packet was weighing his arse doon.

It was guid that Beats scored and Miller gave according to the press a guid performance as that makes them easier to shift as in the lineage of Celtic strikers they don’t make the grade at CP. Maybe that sums up the national team.

Anyway we are all going to the pub tomorrow to watch the game, as we enjoyed Saturday. So will you being seeing me do in a deer and wearing a see you jimmy hat? Nah chance, the introduction of more hoop players to the squad has got me mildly interested in Scotland. It’s not life of death.

That comes at Tanideechie at 12.30 on Saturday.

FORZA Scotl…..the Hoops but guid luck the Scottish Tims!