It was a tradition in Greek antiquity that warring between states should be put aside for the duration of the Olympic Games, an event held every four years to celebrate athletes who excelled in warrior skills. When the games were resurrected by Baron de Coubertin in 1896 they were not considered important enough to warrant such truce between belligerent nations and this resulted not only in the cancellation of the games in 1916, 1940 and 1944 but war-based political events led to the horrendous Munich massacre and the boycotts of 1980 and 84 (yes, they really did happen because of the Russian invasion of Afghanistan).
So what, you are all asking yourselves, has all this got to do with Scotland and what is all this about Scottish warfare? Well, perhaps you haven’t noticed but Scotland is involved in two wars on separate fronts. The first exploded on St Valentine’s Day though the flame which caused the final ignition had been smouldering for a very long time prior to this. Yes, civil war broke out in Scotland between Ra’Peepul and the Papal Conspiracy of those who do not abide by the Ibrox Ethos: the latter an unholy alliance of eternal enemies from Ayr, Kilmarnock, Dundee (tangerines and blues), Edinburgh (maroon and green), Dunfermline, Kirkcaldy and Falkirk, to mention but a few, who associated themselves with the Anti-Christ descended from Paradise with the sole intent of killing off the club whose raison d’être is the safeguard of the United Kingdom.
The idea that this pillar of British society strove to achieve its aim by hiring expensive foreign mercenaries paid for with money belonging to the public purse and shekels belonging to small businesses around the country will soon be put down to the nonsensical rants of revisionist historians in the face of the truth as revealed by the gospels of Saints Wally, Mark, Ally and Jim. So can we put the seeming recent demise of hostilities down to an Olympic truce? Not really, it’s just down to the start of a new season when you hate your neebur because of the colour of his shirt more than you hate the big bad wolf that’s been gobbling up your flock of sheep for the past few decades. The wolf is now happy living in a zoo where he’s given three meals a day though he’s still eyeing up the rations of the other animals and wouldn’t be agin ripping out an elephant’s throat.
As an ex-pat living in France I am totally reliant on what I read on the web to keep up with the second war – Scotland’s War for Independence. Unfortunately this generally means reading the MSM and erudite blogs such as this but in recent months the Sevco debate has dominated proceedings. To make matters worse, I am on a wi-fi network which is having problems connecting to any site remotely connected with the Olympics. As of yet I have not had any luck finding any quotes by our First Minister on medals won by our Scots competitors (I believe we are now involved in 9). Is this due to an Olympic truce or could it be simply that the whole referendum debate has fallen at the worst time imaginable?
After the record haul of medals from Beijing 4 years ago we now have a GB team raking in medals by the barrowload. What future for an independent Scotland team? Would we rather take pride in watching Bradley Wiggins and Jessica Ennis taking on the world and placing this tiny insignificant island in third place behind the giants that are America and China or hope that one day we might discover another Chris Hoy who, in spite of a lack of training facilities, might win a bronze medal and put us on a par with countries like Luxembourg?
I’m writing this just before the first of Andy Murray’s finals and this may not be published until after the result is known. However should he win even one of the golds it may be the final nail in the coffin of Scottish independence hopes. I’ve dreamt of an independent Scotland all my life but have in the past few years come to realise that it is perhaps not the Nirvana we have been looking for.
How appropriate it would be that at a time when a club with 140 years of history, renowned for its Unionism but also its bigotry, cheating and tax evasion, finds itself relegated to the depths of ignominy, with perhaps more to follow, that a proud Scot may seal the fate of the referendum with a victory on the greatest weekend ever in the history of United Kingdom sports.
I’m proud to be Scottish but I’m also proud to be British (at least until the end of the games).
Posted from France by Monsieur Bill Fraser