In the glaur of a back office

below the Law,

a shaky colour screen flickers to life,

a latter day Roman Colosseum

and a people’s club two up 

on the European rich.

For twenty second leg minutes of edgy nil

there’s belief in such Scottish European Champs

and then Milne must score but…and the rest is…

Jim McLean’s still a joiner from Larkhall

who’s done a carpenter from Nazareth.

Knowing a thing or three, Fergie too signed Milne.