Showing posts with label John Gordon Sinclair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Gordon Sinclair. Show all posts

Thursday, December 25, 2025

Another part of my childhood gone . . .

Well, that's an absolutely gut punch on a Christmas morning.

For a few years in the late 1970s, John Robertson was one of the best footballers in the world. An absolute legend.

In the words of the late Brian Clough: "What is the point of giving you the ball when there is a genius on the other wing?" (Question to Martin O'Neill about John Robertson, 1979.)

Against Malmo, 1979 European Cup Final.



And it should also be stated for the record that he was front and centre on the greatest football song of all time. ('World in Motion' and 'Three Lions' can get fucked.)




Thursday, October 11, 2007

"They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you."

Someone call Childline.

Just this minute watching Sky Sports, and they have a report on Alex Mcleish's superstitious wee ways of taking the Scotland squad out for a curry as a means of preparing for Scotland's forthcoming match with the Ukraine.

OK, I have no problem with the tabloid television when it comes to the footie. Scotland's national team is scaling dizzy heights at the moment, and it makes a welcome change from the usual ten minute spot on Rooney's metatarsal or Owen's groin.

What with the current wave of lovebombing directed at the Scotland team, there'll be talk of a squad song next. ( Too late.) And, of course, the song won't be as good as the 1982 classic 'We Have A Dream', but the team should be lapping up all the media attention while they can, before Healy scores another brace for Northern Ireland, they get gubbed by Georgia on Wednesday and the tabloid footie journalism focuses again on whether or not Posh and Becks can play in the same team.

But back to this feature about the curry house in Glasgow where Alex's and the team are breaking poppadums; What's the name of that wee kid telling us that James McFadden's favourite dish is a Haggis Pakora? Oleg Kuznetsov Singh? That can't be right? And his older brother is called what? Mark Walters Singh? That's hellish, and possibly prosecutable. What the hell is that all about? A quick google search unearths this Daily Record clipping from three years ago to explain all.

Poor sod.

To take your mind of such an act cruelty against one's own kith and kin, here's the aforementioned 'We Have A Dream' by the Scotland World Cup Squad of 1982 (and featuring John Gordon Sinclair and BA Robertson.)

  • Scotland World Cup Squad - 'We Have A Dream' mp3
  • Forget your New Order and Baddiel & Skinner bollocks, this is the best ever football song. It reached number 5 in the charts in May'82 and was probably the third or fourth single I ever bought.

    1982 - the best World Cup ever.