At long last. Berti Vogts has finally resigned as manager of the Scotland football* team, citing 'disgraceful abuse' as the main reason for his decision. I'm not sure if this 'abuse' includes a load of Scotland fans chanting 'Berti, Berti, Get to f*ck' after the 1-1 draw with Moldova, but it's a possibility.
The truth, of course, is that Berti is jumping before he's pushed. His dismissal has been looming on the horizon like a big looming thing for quite a long time. To be fair, we can't solely blame Vogts for the shambolic state of our national squad. The pool of players currently available to him (and whoever succeeds him) are, frankly, a bunch of diddies. Even Alex Ferguson would struggle with this lot. Speaking of Ferguson, on his recent arrival back on home turf, a TV reporter asked if he was here in connection with the Scotland job. He almost fell over from laughing so hard. That'll be a 'no', then.
The question now is, who's willing to grasp the poisoned chalice? Walter Smith and Gordon Strachan are both reported to be in the frame for the Scotland job, but would either of them be mad enough to take it?
Not without a lobotomy or two, I'm guessing.
*soccer.
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