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.