Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Curse of '82


That’s right. It’s mine.

You see here a picture of the vintage 1982 World Cup jersey worn by Scotland. It is the single best and most powerful sporting jersey known to man. Merely wearing it causes supernatural events. Sure, there are other jerseys that are powerful. My vintage 1987 Team Canada jersey with Gretzky on the back is undefeated. But the level of talent of Canada’s hockey team is not quite the same as Scotland’s football team. Canada should always win. Scotland, by rights, should never win. Canada should win every single game it plays in any tournament ever. (If the top 10 footballing nations gave their best players to a superteam, that team’s talent would be just enough to be comparable to an AHL All-Star team.) Scotland has 6 million people and is the fattest, most unhealthy country in Europe. Any game they win is to be cherished. But I digress. We were talking about supernatural events.

My parents-in-law purchased the jersey for me just before the Euro ’08 qualifier between Scotland and the hated French, to be played in Paris. Note the v-neck, decorative striping and oversized crest. Also note the blue. Scottish Blue. Aye, nice. I donned the jersey for the game with France. Those of you following the qualifying will know that Scotland is doing quite well. They even beat France once. But that was in Scotland. This was different. To make a long story short, Scotland beat France 1-nil. It was the first French home defeat in 7 years. This was a supernatural event.

So, now that we’ve established that my jersey has supernatural powers, you’ll be wondering why. Where did these supernatural powers come from? Simple. Not only is it a particularly rare piece of sporting memorabilia, it is also a symbol of sporting tragedy; of great promise dashed by administrative procedure. Those of you with a passing interest in the World Cup will already know that Scotland qualified for the 1982 World Cup[1]. It was in a group with Brazil, the USSR and New Zealand. Scotland lost to Brazil, tied the USSR and beat New Zealand. The same record as that of the USSR. Unfortunately, the USSR had a better goal differential and Scotland was out. Scotland was denied by the fact that the Evil Empire let in 2 less goals than wee Scotland. The greatest Scottish footballing generation of the Century was denied. And so the Curse of the ’82 was born. The current crop of Scottish footballers is the greatest Scottish footballing generation EVER and the reason is there are possessed with the spirits of the ‘82’s, and play with the drive, ambition and talent of their forefathers, in addition to their own. That is why, when France comes to play, they lose. Think France will win at home? Nope, wrong. The Curse Lives. It can only be broken by beating the successor to the USSR (Russia) in a major tournament.

France has been victimized twice now. The rest of the Scotland group will follow. Scotland is going to be at Euro ’08, I’m going to be wearing the jersey and woe be to anyone who gets in our way.


[1] This edition of the World Cup was particularly offensive given that Italy won for the 3rd time.

Hockey Night in London et al.



Woo-hoo. Hockey Night in Canada is on this side of the pond to kick of the 2007-2008 NHL Season. This will be the first NHL game I’ve seen in 13 months. I wonder if I’ll be able to follow the puck. I wonder if I’ll remember what the offside rule is. What other rules did they slip in while I was away? Anyway, given our tentative albeit impending return to Canada, it’s probably about time that I re-Canadianized myself (you’ll note that I used the “z” there and not the “s”). I’ll have to say elevator, not lift; apartment, not flat; truck, not lorry; cold, not parky; wanker, not wanka … you get the idea.

To help me along, I am going to start acclimatizing myself to the pillars of Canadian culture. First, I have quit drinking English/imported beer – only Canadian beer from now on. Now, this turned into a bit of a blunder since at the time I made the vow, my local pub had Sleeman on tap. To my horror, on my last visit to the pub there was no Sleeman. It’s been 2 weeks and so far, so good. Luckily, I’ve got enough Scotch to last until Christmas. Next, I am going to watch Season 5 of the Trailer Park Boys. If I remember correctly, Canada is exactly like the Trailer Park Boys, except some people live in houses, not trailers. Otherwise, identical.

Hopefully, after 12 weeks of this, I’ll be as Canadian as I was before I left.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Visitors

Visitor Season has now closed. It began on June 19 when Brent’s parents arrived in England and ends today with Beth’s parents flying home from Glasgow. In between we hosted Julie, the Millers and S&P. In that time we saw York, Edinburgh, Glasgow, Moffat, Dublin, County Mayo, Ballina, Amsterdam, York, Derbyshire, York, Glasgow, Oban, Mull, Iona, every inch of Perthshire, Edinburgh and Glasgow.

Today, we’ll try to gather our bearings, do our laundry, talk to some people, get ready for work tomorrow and prepare for the stretch drive. Oh, and we’ll try to tell you about what’s happened the last few weeks. Although, given the tendency of our bartender to overserve us, our memories may be a bit fuzzy.