The critics were sharpening their hatchets last Wednesday, following England’s Euro 2000 qualifier against Scotland at Wembley. The intended victim? Wee Adam Crozier, the new FA boss. It’s a sight Crozier will soon get used to when he enters the fray in the new year.
The game presented the Saatchi chief with his second potential banana skin (The Telegraph having provided the first). As a patriotic Scotsman, what would happen if Crozier’s beloved boys wrecked his new employer’s – and ultimately his own – day by knocking out England?
The Diary, who just happened to be seated close by, waited in anticipation for any signs of overzealous support for the Auld Enemy. (Let’s face it, there was little else to watch.)
But, alas, when the Scots scored, there was only the faintest exultation – a sure sign that the chief exec in waiting has been brushing up his diplomatic skills.
“Thank goodness for that,” he was heard to mutter as he walked, anonymously, into the cold night air.