Another season, another incarnation. The Europa League proper kicks off tonight for the first time. What is it now? Basically the Champion's League-lite. Having used the behemothic blue riband event to strip the UEFA Cup of whatever lustre it once had UEFA have come up with the Europa League as a way of breathing life into their second tier event.

Another European game rolls around and, refreshingly, we're simply concentrating on what is likely to prove a mildly diverting match up of two teams keen to impress in Europe's second tier competition to prove that they deserve to feast at the Champion's League banquet.Or not. One of these days Celtic or Rangers are going to enjoy a serene build up to a match.

21 games. Each with its own background, its own unique circumstances. The cumulative effect is a European nightmare for Scottish football. Since July we've appeared about as comfortable on the continent as Norman Tebbit at a Eurovision convention.21 games. In blogs, phone ins, forums and newspapers fans scream for change.

Tony Mowbray was being as philosophical as ever yesterday when he spoke about being a "performance" coach. Leave it to others to judge his team on "results."A jolly Corinthian approach for sure but one that doesn't quite answer his growing band of critics. Results matter and nowhere is that more keenly felt than in the east end of Glasgow.

It's funny what managing Celtic can do to a man. Gordon Strachan was the quick witted, Match of the Day, rent-a-joke pundit before taking over. By the time he left was a snarling bundle of rage, unable to decide if the fans or the media were most deserving of a Strachan savaging.When Tony Mowbray arrived he gave the impression of a man doing the job he was born to do.

And so the decade ends. Or doesn't depending on who you believe and what patience you have to live through another thousand pub bore discussions that you hoped had run their course in 1999.In the time honoured media tradition of such year/decade/century closing moments the Scottish Football Blog is looking back on the decade lumbered with the terrible nomenclature.