So a young Scot who obviously couldn't play football is set to make mega-bucks by taking an American 'football' team ( in it loosest sense) to the World (?????) Superbowl final. Well, he's a Tim seemingly so good on him; but the game? What a crock of poo. I was unfortunate enough when visiting my brother and sister - in law and the weans in Houston Texas to endure one such event. The event where daft companies pay over $1M for an advert, the event that is so stop start my Maw would have broken the world record for drinking tea!
I remember the Scottish Claymores in the late 80s when they were no more than a bunch of fat schemies, a mate of mine was in them, he could down at least 3 pints of Guinness in a row in under 3 seconds a piece but couldn't run worth a.......He, and his teammates couldn't play the blessed round ball, where are they now?
It also seems that the NFL are looking to bring another WSB game to the UK with Murryfield being muted as a possibility. Message to you NFL ...DON'T!!! It's bad enough here in Auld Reekie wi the egg chasers we don't need Pansy egg chasers to add to that tarnishing effect.
Anyway, this Superbowl I watched ion TV in Houston Texas lasted EIGHT hours and was the most boring piece of television I'd ever seen; and no the Houston Ale and Samuel Adams did not ease the pain.
The one thing that did re-instate my pleasure was a trip to The Bobby Lennox Houston CSC - a pleasure to watch a game on TV through forced exile and it was that Aberdeen game when Henke chopped his locks off. No Samson and Delilah syndrome there!
Well good luck to the young 'Scot' who exclaimed "I remember being crazy about soccer and going to watch Celtic...."
Being? Hope ye win it but get yer erse back to Paradise and stop playing a girls sport.
