Sunday Sunday

Apart from watching a torpid five minutes of Celtic-Everton on Channel 5 this afternoon, I’ve had a relatively football-free weekend. This is what the end of July should be like. A bit of golf on the television, enough cheap Tequila last night to floor an elephant. Lazy days indeed. A time to feel footloose and fancy-free before the stomch-knotting domestic season begins in earnest again. We become, for a few weeks, fully rounded human beings. Of course, it’s not quite as simple as that. I’ve spent some time downloading bits and pieces over the weekend, and I’m currently girding myself to torrent two hours worth of highlights of the 1979/80 Scottish Premier League. I know that this is alarmingly geeky, but I also know that at least some of you will be insanely jealous. However, the opportunity to own highlights of (amongst other things) Rangers playing in front ot a crowd of 12,000 at Ibrox was just too good to pass up. I’ve also stumbled across the Celtic-Rangers match from 1987 that ended up with four players being charged by the police. I’m not watching that until I’ve got a big tub of popcorn, though. Of course, the television coverage of football is the one thing that has changed more than anything else over the last twenty years or so. I have something in the pipeline about ITV’s regional...

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