Gordon Strachan felt the world was against him. Not the world of football he had lived in since his days at
Not the non-PC internet land where the mouse wielding gangsters wage their war against all things real. This was the world Strachan thought existed for real men.
The ex-Celtic boss bristles at the thought of computers running the land. “When I started playing you had a ball, a pair of boots and a senior pro beating you on a daily basis. Now, you have the senior pro’s ordering boots on the internets. It’s not the world I grew up in”.
It’s easy to take yourself back to the world Strachan is talking about, where smoking in pubs and taking lager to the match was the norm. Old school? Strachan spent time behind the bike sheds with Queen
“I remember when I was at
Strachan had grand plans for
“We were doing great down there me and Penders. I had players I could depend on like Calds, Robbo, Boydie and Mick. Then I discovered that in the North East technology was everywhere – even the team bus had a DVD player on it. It wasn’t the world I grew up in. It drove me out in the end”.
A spat with a female supporter was the last straw. Old school? Strachan played hopscotch with Anne of Cleaves.
“A supporter – a woman, or at least I think she was – questioned my style of football. I told her my wife had watched 5000 games and had never voiced an opinion so she should shut up and get a cleaning job or something. It’s dangerous out there, they give them jobs in offices and hospitals with computers and keyboards. You have to be careful. They are watching me, all day every day. With computers”.
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