09 Oct Gordon’s head? not yet
There are already people calling for Gordon Strachan’s head after the draw with Lithuania, but you won’t hear it from me, yet.
Nothing has been decided in our group, but I’m not going to hide from the fact that Saturday’s 1-1 with Lithuania was not good enough.
The first half display was a game Graham Taylor would have been proud of in his Watford days. A big boot up the park looking for flick ons and more than a few long throw-ins.
Believe me there are some fans happy with that style. When Scotland couldn’t find a way through the middle, there were fans booing as they played it along the back line trying to show patience.
We can all pick a Scotland team we feel certain is the right one to get results, but with what we have at our disposal, could you guarantee goals and consistency?
The cry right now is for Leigh Griffiths to start.
That’s fine, but don’t be looking for Leigh to hold the ball up in Slovakia on Tuesday, that is not his game.
I can understand why he’s persevering with Chris Martin, the big man gives us an out ball to hold up for the midfield to get up for support.
Sadly, his goal threat is minimal.
Our biggest problem is the fact we have to score from what few chances we create because the centre of our defence is so poor.
Grant Hanley and Russell Martin are the best we have on offer and if I am being brutal they are the weakest link.
We all know in another era these two guys wouldn’t even be on the bench, but with the lack of options in this crucial area they are all we have.
The goal for Lithuania was as basic as it comes in creativity and execution and they could have had a second from a similar situation right down the middle of our defence.
The biggest dilemma for Gordon is how to accommodate Griffiths in his line up and system on Tuesday to avoid the stampede to criticise him if it all goes pear-shaped at the end of the game.
The best I can see us getting from Slovakia is a point, but my prediction is Slovakia 2-1 Scotland. I hope I am wrong!
Following that game it is England at Wembley, with a few drinks, a jump in the fountain and a gubbing on the park.
After that, I fear I will be calling for Gordon’s head.