IN A MANNER
OF SPEAKING
Not being in the
Rumbelows Cup
for these teams
won’t mean a row
of beans, because
that’s only small
potatoes to them.
Manchester United have got the
bull between their horns now.
Celtic have taken this game
by the scruff of the throat.
Those are the sort of doors that
get opened if you don’t close them.
And tonight we have the
added ingredient of Kenny
Dalglish not being here.
We can only come out
of this game with egg
on our faces, so it’s
a real banana skin.
Graeme Souness went behind
my back right in front of my face.
All that was missing was a wee rub
of the green, when we went 2–nil
down it was like shutting the gate
after the horse had bolted. We
left ourselves a mountain to climb.
We could be putting the
hammer in Luton’s coffin.
Sometimes you open your
mouth and it punches you
straight between the eyes.
Liam Brady’s been playing
inside Platini’s shorts all night.
If you don’t like the heat in the
dressing room, get out of the kitchen.
For the benefit of Anglo-
Saxon viewers, I wonder if the
TV sports presenters would
consider using subtitles when
interviewing Kenny Dalglish.