So as you may or may not have known, about a month ago I was in Amsterdam then Brussels for a few days to take in the sights as well as the Amsterdam Dance Event (Heineken Music Hall) and I Love Techno (Flanders Expo, Gent).
…but what about his partner in crime? There is no doubting George Burley deserved to go but I wouldn’t have waited until that embarrassment against Wales, he shouldve gone after our equally embarrassing World Cup qualifying campaign.
8 points from a possible 24? Fucking pish. Finishing 3rd behind Holland and Norway on goal difference in a group of 5? Fucking pish. Scoring only 6 goals in 8 games? Fucking pish. We were, in general, fucking pish and our squad was made up of more or less the same players that beat France home and away not so long ago, so thanks George, you’ve put us back to where we were under Vogts.
Gordon Smith, the man who introduced Burley to us 22 months ago as the new Scotland manager, the man who managed to leave the Scottish Cup without a sponsor only to then create the worst named cup competition in the world in the Homecoming Scotland Scottish Cup, was also the man pictured pishing himself laughing down in Cardiff when we were 3-0 down.
Get him to fuck, another penny pinching appointment by the disgrace that is the SFA, Smith is a bawbag, who’s contribution is only made to look good by Burleys, his tea is oot – P45 time for Gordon.