The Lotw Diary- Friday

Wie wee Gordie now on hospital leave, it puts, us, the doubters, in a strange position. While we were all wondering how he would pick up the troops after the trampling under the foot of the wilderbeasts last Saturday. The wee man has slipped us a shimmy and left the team in the capable hands, hopefully, of Pendry and Burns.

Now I think it’s shocking that a man that gets paid a fair amount of wonga a season can decided to bring forward his operation at a critical time. Critical as the team have a Cup Final to prepare for and, lets not beat aboot the outback here, are ten pailfull of wilderbeast dung at the moment on the park.

Is it any wonder that the team have been unprofessional over the last few weeks when we see decisions like this being made?

Anyway, how can we mump, moan and berate his team selection if he is not there? If the two in charge decide to go wie the usual suspects instead of throwing in a few Kaiser Sosa’s then who can blame them? They’re only organ grinders to GS’s monkey.

Surely he will have had a breakfast meeting, power lunch or brunch wie his cohorts and told them what to do, who to play, who not to play and that they need to give Kenny a game cause we are trying to get cash for him? Oh, and that Hartley needs a medal and the Grav only gets paid if he plays so he is to get kept on the bench?

Suddenly the thought of spending the afternoon in the London Road Tav seems unattractive. The thought of seeing how the mice play when the cats away is appealing. Wonder if TB is franticly phoning Paulo, Jorge and Thom asking if they fancy a run oot. Wonder if he is dusting doon his blueprint of 4-1-5 systems and pinning it on the board?

Years of working under, cautious managers for want of a better word, like Vogts and Strachan and also his wisdom, due to his advancing years, that the 4-1-5 system was entertaining but sheer folly at times has, probably, dulled his mindset like the grey has dulled his ginger barnet.

The fact that he is presiding over a team, who died in a muggy night in Milan and are Kaka’d will mean a cautious, softly, softly approach, which should breed confidence rather than re-capturing the spirit of 96. And also that the sheepies need a result and will be up for it.

Only one thing is guaranteed tomorrow. Neil Lennon will play. Well, I say play; he will be on the park so we can say cheerio to him, if you believe the PR hype. I’m sure really if you asked Neil he would never have wanted his last home game to be sparsely attended and meet wie general apathy.

Well, you and yer mates have made that rod for yer own backs Neil. You have been unprofessional and when the fans see you not caring less, not entertaining why should we bother turning up? Off course most will turn up, we have paid for the game, but I’m sure Lenny is mair looking forward to the cup final farewell than tomorrow.

Mind you, apart from the Ghod of Larsson, all farewells of the MON stalwarts have been muted to say the least. Saint Martin of O’Neill’s cup final was the worst in living memory mainly due to coming on the back of the worst day in oor history.

Comparisons from that season to this can be made however tedious they maybe. But we won the cup that day. Maybe an omen? Poorly performing team wins poor cup final to give a stalwart one last hurrah?

That’s to be worried aboot later though.

Forza The Strachan less Hoops