Tales Of Heroism And Valour
It seems that Irvine Welsh spoke the truth nearly three decades ago when he famously put words into the mouth of his antihero in Trainspotting. He has never written a book which compares to that one-but then,not many ever did.
We all know how searing it is as a social commentary of late 20th century Scotland,and sadly it is still relevant and accurate those three decades later.
It’s shite being Scottish.
Of course,the fact is that it is NOT shite being Scottish,it is something that I’m deeply proud of. I only need to open my mouth to talk to someone and they know that I’m Scottish,it’s not like I can bloody hide it!
It’s shite being Scottish. It isn’t. I’ve got enormous pride of where I come from. But bloody hell,it’s shite watching our football team. But we are where we are,still trying to recover from a decline started in the late 80s by a tosser,a megalomaniac who virtually destroyed the domestic game in a quest for what megalomaniacs desire.
And as a result,we have the likes of Dykes and Adams up front last night.
Last night was a failure. No mistake,no arguments. Sure,one or two of the players played superbly. Quite a few more simply weren’t up to that stage. That isn’t their fault,a great man once said you should never ask players to do things that they simply can’t.
Stevie Clarke asked our players to do things that we needed. Quite simply,they couldn’t. The biggest book in the world must be The Scottish Book of Heroic Failures. But I’m proud of their efforts,even if not their results.
I just wish we had the quality available to turn those efforts into results.
Above article by BMCUWP