The Fiver | Making Jacob Rees-Mogg look like Ernest Hemingway

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We’ll be straight with you. The Fiver never thought we’d ever have reason to use the phrase “the European glory days of Gordon Strachan” in any context outside of the 1983 Cup Winners’ Cup final, not once, not ever. Certainly not when it came to the wee man’s years in management. No Martin O’Neill he, never mind Big Jock. But then Brendan Rodgers came along, and here we all are. Admittedly, under the yoke of King Brenny, the Queen’s Celtic have never suffered the humiliation of a five-goal slapping by the flat hand of the Slovakian giants Artmedia Bratislava. Then again, they’ve never given Milan or Barcelona a run for their money in the last 16 either, which is something Gordy can put on his Euro Glory CV, below the Aberdeen entry but well above the bit about Leeds losing home and away to a Pope’s O’Rangers team featuring Pieter Huistra and Dale Gordon.

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