FUCKOFF - That's my idea for a logo for a new world governing body for football. Catchy, to the point, says what most of us fans think about the carry-on in Zurich this week, which saw Sepp Blatter re-elected as the Godfather of world football.
If some of my more-hysterical, ie English, colleagues among the fans with lap-tops are to be believed, right now, Sepp is probably striding around a massive planning table in his private lair high in the Alps, looking through the rocket-proof glass at the world below him and muttering: "Unt now, for zhu Engerland, ze days of empire unt global influence are over - unt do not sink ze Scots vill save zhu zis time".
Such time-honoured institutions as the four Home Nations's divine right to individual places on IFAB, the International Football Board, who are the custodians of the Laws of the Game, their similarly divine right to have a FIFA vice-president, these are now under real threat. Jack Warner, the long-time number one threat to these nice little earners for some may be training with the reserves and youths right now, but he hasn't been given his free transfer just yet.
If I was Jim Boyce, the Ulsterman who has only just inherited that British vice-president's seat, I wouldn't get too comfortable. He might be back walking the Shankill rther than riding down it in a chauffeur-driven Mercedes fairly soon.
But, Blatter, if he should decide to have his revenge in this world rather than the next, will be unable to do anything before the IFAB meeting later this year - that is the FA and SFA's chance to build bridges, sort things out and if they are serious, start mucking-out football's increasingly-ranced international byre. That said, before they set-to on this, they might like to sort out their own sorry domestic messes.
I refuse to believe the really big football nations are all happy with Blatter; certainly, some (many?) of these nations are deeply and perhaps rightly mistrustful of the English as well - but, the likes of Germany, France, Italy, Spain and Brazil are in the tent pissing out, which is a more comfortable position than England and Scotland's one of out of the tent, pissing in.
Do we have a footballing politician capable of protecting Scotland's interests at FIFA while helping broker the necessary and overdue changes?
The time-honoured situation saw SFA presidents leave office and move onwards and upwards onto the FIFA/UEFA gravy train - which puts George Peat about to board.
Aye well - FUCKOFF right enough.
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