Memories

The World Cup, 1978.

The group, Netherlands, Scotland, Peru, and Iran.

In Argentina. Ally McLeod as Scotland’s manager. I was fond of Ally; him having been manager of Aberdeen. That was my first time in Glasgow, the occasion of Aberdeen beating Celtic in the league cup final in 1975(?). Davie Robb scoring the winner in extra-time to make it 2-1. The Celtic supporters throwing bottles and cans at us Aberdeen supporters, across the terracing at Hampden Park. The palpable sense of “danger”. The mounted policemen before and after the game as fans came and went from the ground, onto trains and buses. The long drive to and from Aberlour. Stop for chips in Perth, or Pitlochry.

Willie Johnston had been sent home (banned) from Argentina even before the games had started for using amphetamines. But we (Scotland) were really going to shake them up, when we won the Wurlld Cup, because Scotland were the greatest football team. Anyhow, that’s how the song went. But, we had a decent team, for sure. The likes of Dalglish, and Jordan, and we’d looked good in the qualifying rounds.

The first game was against Peru, and i didn’t even see it. It was a weekend meet to the C.I.C. hut (Charles Inglis Clark) on Ben Nevis, with the Moray Mountaineering Club, and the game must have been on the Saturday night. Martin and myself climbed Tower ridge, and North-East Buttress that weekend. Good times. Anyway, a couple of lads wandered in late on the Saturday eve, up the track from a pub in Fort William, with the depressing news that we’d been beaten 3-1 by Peru. The World Cup dream was starting to evaporate, all too quickly.

Things didn’t get better through the week, with an abysmal 1-1 draw with Iran. Come the game with the Netherlands, we were all but out. Only some unlikely large victory would do the trick, and the Netherlands were probably the best team in the competition. Anyway, cue that immortal moment when Archie Gemmill weaved his way through half of their team to chip in for a 3-1 lead to Scotland, early in the second half, and the dream was on. One more goal, and we were through. Amazing, incredible, astonishing. There is a God after all, and he’s Scottish!

Of course, Holland snatched another goal, and we had to settle for a mere 3-2 win. Impressive in itself, but not quite enough to progress. 40 years ago, blimey.

We still had to live through the Thatcher years.

Anyway, onwards and upwards, Scotland. The day will come, touch wood, when we qualify for the World Cup finals again. Inshallah.

And the day will come when we are an independent nation again.

The one might come sooner than the other!

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June, already.

June.

The year goes by so quick. The toilet roll goes round faster and faster as it nears the end.

Midsummer will be upon us before we know it.

Rain. The garden needs it. The kale will be happy. The carrots too. The cherry tomato is hanging in there; saw a yellow flower on it today. The 2 zucchinis, one green, and one yellow, are still there. Courgettes, in another place and time.

The kale will be happy. The kale is happy. I am happy too. We’re all happy/ Life is good.

There, another blog. There’s still a pulse. Scotland, forever. (In Canada).

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Where’s the wisdom?

Where’s the wisdom? That was going to be the title of a wee monthly opinion piece that I’ve been trying to do for the local newspaper. But have dropped the ball on it this month. Where is the bloody wisdom?? (No swearing allowed in the family newspaper, of course.) I don’t know, I just don’t know.

The human race; likely to disappear up it’s own bum. Seeking ever increasing “economic growth”, and such like.

Slow down folks, and enjoy the moment. Appreciate nature. Have a laugh with your pals. And if you don’t have any pals, make some. Say hello to people. Smile. Look after the place. Pick up the litter; plant some flowers. Share a wee bite to eat. Be considerate.

There you go; keeping the blog alive. Where there is a will there is a way.

World peace and understanding!

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May.

May.

Funny old three lettered word.

May the fourth be with you, except it’s only the second.

Then there’s that ghoulish looking Prime Minister of the UK. A right piece of work she is. Oh, maybe it’s unfair to call someone ghoulish looking… I’m no work of art myself. Perhaps it is her policies and actions I object to. Austerity, bombing Syria, dismantling the health service, updating nuclear missiles, undermining the Scottish Parliament, etc.

Och, there’s the “blog” for May. No-one reads it anyway. May as well be howling at the moon.

Off to watch the fitba’ in a while. Roma-Liverpool. It was good to see Kenny Dalglish with a big smile on his face after the first leg. A good man, Dalglish. Honest and honourable. Maybe we’ll see his like again, in a Scottish jersey, playing in the World Cup finals. Mibbes aye and mibbes no.

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April 11th, and the sun is shining

I’m away out to play, while i still can.

(Meanwhile, there’s talk of war, of missiles, and destruction.). When are people going to wake up and be nice to each other? When will the nutcases cease to be in power?

What is “power” anyway?

I’m away to enjoy the day, and the sun and wind in my face. Sunburnt, peeling, nose, here we come. A free man. Independent, an a’ that.

More later, dear blog, but meanwhile, the real world, outside.

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Good sense and common decency.

What the hell are we fighting for?

I don’t know. I could never understand what was going on in the Vietnam War when i was a kid. Horrific images of children running screaming after the napalm was dropped, or of men being shot in the head at close range. Totally horrific. And the world hasn’t got any better. Maybe it’s even got worse.

Anyway, it gets lonely up here on this cross. Jesus Christ…

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middle of March, already…

gosh, time goes by so quickly…

the toilet roll turns ever quicker as you near the end. Every year goes by faster and faster. Seems like just the other day when Jordan scored with a header to put us into the 74 World Cup final stages. (Back in the day, when we qualified for WC’s. 74, 78, 82, 86, 90. What a run! We also cocked it up somehow when we got there, but at least we were there! Taking part. Participating.) It was fun.

Anyway, i’ve had enough of this Conservative government shit in the UK. They are a disgrace. An affront. This awful, awful,  “austerity” policy. The dismantling of the National Health Service. The expansion of Trident missiles. The wage freeze on working people. And so on, and so on. The cabinet of multi-millionaires keeping the plebs in line.

Bollocks to it all.

If Scotland had any sense (and it does) Scotland would go independent (and it will). But hurry on, and do it. Bring it on. Because, the longer you delay, Scotland, the worse it is going to get. There comes a time to stand up and fend for yourself.

Ach well, a wee post-porridge typing session, on the “blog”. Ha. The “blog”.

Don’t get me started on the USA and Donald… Or Ronald… Fucking hell, Ronald, Donald, and the Georges. A right evil crew.

We need a bit more peace, compassion, and love in the world. Stop the bombing, stop the wars. Work together in cooperation and harmony. How difficult can that be? What people want is happiness and connection. Not wondering about when the next missile is coming through their roof. (If they even have a roof, that is…)

Feed the hungry, take care of the poor. Be a decent person. For fuck sake… It’s not that hard. Do the decent thing. Be a decent person.

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