“The noblest prospect a Scotchman ever sees is the high road that leads him to England”. The writer Samuel Johnson penned those words in 1773.
The transfer window for football fans is a time of excitement and worry. The thrill of landing new faces is balanced by the fear of losing a star man.
Scottish football risks becoming a Brigadoon world where we celebrate great achievements from the mists of time, only to go to sleep again, once our reminiscing is done.
Dundee United are turning the clock back to Jim McLean’s days with the decision that players must live within a 25-mile radius of the city.
Talking to the Dumbarton manager Steve Aitken after his team lost at Tannadice in midweek, he revealed that he was heading back west to do the nightshift in his real job.
The news that Cowdenbeath FC could face closure within a year unless they can find £135,000 is a window on a changing football landscape.
This is a brutal time of year for professional footballers.
When the finest ever Dundee FC side captured Bob Seith from Burnley in 1960, he left a club which he had just helped win English football’s top league.
‘The life of man is solitary, nasty, brutish, and short’, wrote the philosopher Thomas Hobbes.
Football management is a tough gig.