Och, Berti, My Berti....

So the tabloid morons finally get their wish, and Berti resigns....

Worst of the criticism has arguably come from Charlie Nicholas and Gordon McQueen, both respected former Scotland internationals.

I remember both when they played for Scotland, and although Gordon helped provide some happy memories (especially a win or two against the Auld Enemy), Charlie's Scotland career was strangely subdued - perhaps because he was such an under-achieving waster, a Scottish George Best if you will. He undoubtedly had the talent, but never quite managed bring it with him every match day. More famous for his mullet and 'Champagne Charlie' lifestyle than his goals.

And now, repackaged as a Sky Sports anal-yst, he brings mediocrity to new levels...
(Quite how a man of such limited intelligence can make a handsome living at a job which requires a modicum of linguistic ability leaves me speechless. Much like I'd prefer Charlie, in fact...)

So now that MacBerti has chucked it, do we now see Charlie & Co. sending CV's to Hampden, applying for the vacant job?

Do we fuck.

Why?

Because these people know nothing about the game, or how to manage a team (never mind the National Team).

And anyway, they know more than most that waiting in the wings there is always some talentless tosser waiting to hammer them for every unpopular decision, every mistranslated quote, and every unfortunate defeat.

These lap-dogs have made quite enough money out of this 'schadenfreude', and I for one am not happy about it...

Anyway, good luck Berti, and I hope you can finally get to meet up with Charlie Nicholas and the rest to discuss your Scotland career.....hopefully down a dark alley, with a baseball bat in your hand.