one minute you are in the realms of the improbable, winning against France, trying to trump Inguhland and make it to a final, and the next, minute your manager is hop skipping it down to Birmingham for 30K a week. In fairness to Birmingham this looks like a good move. They've offloaded Bruce to fellow strugglers Wigan, and picked up an excellent coach in the process.
Mcleish follows in Mark Hughes' footsteps here and opts for the glam of the premiership rather than the heroics of leading (or almost leading) a celtic nation to a meaningful stage of international competition. God hughes et al came close. That John Hartson chance....
I was tempted to say however how this illustrated a wider trend in the West of a greater sense of affinity with corporations, and brands, than to the values and nostalgia embodied and protected by states, but I'm afraid we will have to leave that sociophilosophic hot potato for a day when I can be bothered to think. Not sure if this is the right example of it either.
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