Lee McCulloch has announced his retirement from international football. Immediate reaction: "'bye then."
While it is laudable of the ex-Motherwell man to denounce himself as "the most hated man in Scotland", it is somewhat risible that he finds himself worthy of such ire in the first place.
Terribly sorry Lee, but you were never that much in our thoughts. You're just another of the afflicted footballers who perceive their early retirement to be considered a seismic event.
Henrik Larsson, Alan Shearer and arguably, Paul Scholes are the only players who self-extrication from the international scene has induced real upset and at a later date, clamour for a comeback to the fold.
Thank you for the goal at Hampden against the Ukraine and all that, but you won't be missed.
On other matters Scotland, the criticism directed at our captain Stephen McManus is valid, but it poses the question, who replaces him as skipper? There are few other realistic candidates in this blog's book. It is churlish to suggest Big Mick is only keeping the armband warm for Barry Ferguson. What is to say that Ferguson will automatically get back into the side, or even immediately back into the Rangers first eleven?
All will come out in the wash for sure. In closing, should Lee McCulloch be desirous in regaining some self-respect and respect from Scotland supporters, then he would do well not do a David Weir and come back just because of a change of manager. If ever there was a whitewashing involved in a return from retiring internationally, then Weir's way was the one that really took the biscuit.
Once you go, you're gone.
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6 comments:
Outrageous!!!
Mr McCulloch is one of many distinguished players to wear the royal blue jersey of Rangers. He will grace the Pantheon along with such idols as Philip Sebo, Nuno Capucho, Tore Andre Flo and the handsome David Dodds.
This treatise is another feeble exemplar of a sports writers fatuous opinion presented as fact.
This guy Kristal 17 talks pure pish.
His name also sounds like a well dodgy nudie site.
While your reportage, cloaked in the Special Brew stench of anonymity it may be and labours under the naive, some might say, solvent abusing misapprehension that it will one day grow up to be coherent and graced with aposable thumbs; it does indeed make one valid point. Dodds was indeed so burdened with beauty, he made John Merrick look like The Elephant Man. No, wait a minute, that's not right...
Your pithy (there's that speech impediment returning) remarks also highlight that this blog does, if nothing else, at last, provide a useful service. A forum for the urine stained, Monster Munch consuming, tonic wine swilling and onanist Haribo fanatic, such as yourself, to vent their spleen while their care worker enjoys a well-deserved break.
Do call again.
I have only one retort: you Sir are a Merkin.
Good day...
Incorrect, dear reader. THIS is a merkin.
You really are a pair of sad cunts!
Put down your cans of super, put some trousers on, open those curtains and let some sunlight into, your otherwise, dark pointless lives.
Double good day to you sirs......now where's my cock ring....
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