The problem with Strachan
So we took down McGhee, let’s do Strachan. But for the sake of everyone’s time, and irony, let’s do it shorter, much shorter.
For me Strachan is different from McGhee. And conversely, identical. Big picture, much like McGhee, a person of average intelligence, in an industry where the perceived average intelligence is low, trying to prove he is exceptionally intelligent.
The footballers’ tense
Just to digress for a moment ‘the footballers’ tense’. I first heard the phrase on Absolute Radio’s The Frank Skinner Show. Used by his esteemed assistant Emily Dean. She is referring to footballers using the wrong tense while giving an interview, a trait that is a deliberate working class trope.
My late, hard as nails working class step brother, a deep sea fisherman from Buckie, used what I’d call ‘the working class slur’. Someone, very intelligent, slurring their words, on occasion, to appear less intelligent than they are, while surveying the room, and all those around them.
The footballers’ tense. Deliberately using the wrong tense, to appear less intelligent, lowering everyone’s expectations around you.
It was only when I saw James Gandolfini doing it very deliberately as Tony Soprano, I knew it was a thing.
Conversely insecure middle class people desperate to prove their intelligence/education credentials will over compensate, and show themselves up as an idiot in the process. Gordon Smith as SFA chief was a perfect example. Little Carmine in the Sopranos. (You can see where I get my world view from).
Back to Strachan. What were all the smart ass answers about? You think, as a footballer I’m stupid, to compensate, I will appear to be Oscar Wilde…
A little man appearing to be big. An average intellect (he isn’t stupid) appearing to be an intellectual giant. He’s not.
I saw him play. I was a kid, he was magic! We were all with him. We all knew Peter Weir was a far better player though. It wasn’t even a subject of discussion.
The man they call Fergie
I grew up living it, loving it, soaking it up, forgetting huge chunks of it. I remember reading Sir Alex Ferguson’s books while he was still at Aberdeen. Huge swathes I cannot remember. One little bit jumps out.
I will paraphrase.
The directors came to me and said, will we let Strachan go, find him a new club? I said, let’s give him a little bit longer.
At that age, I was probably unaware of what a put down that was. But post Gothenburg, and post a move to Man Utd. it appears a certain ginger shite was well and truly being taken down. And by Christ it must have affected him.
What did it mean? It means you were THAT fucking close to be on your way back to Dundee, and believe me no other fucker was going to unleash your fuckin’ potential you pig ignorant little cunt.
I may be over reaching here.
But Ferguson let it be known, publically, Strachan’s entire football career, was down to him. Ferguson brought McGhee to Aberdeen as a failure from Newcastle who went on to be a failure at Hamburg and Celtic.
So they had a problem with the Aberdeen support? Away and fuck you intellectual minnows. Ferguson is and was an intellectual giant. Miller and Weir were the star footballers. McInnes and Shinnie the future.
Now fuck off you pair of fucking cunts. Good fucking riddance.
*Written just after Strachan and McGhee left the Scotland job by mutual consent. The whole of Scotland mutually consenting to their sacking.