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.