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Another week spent dodging ever more dire warnings about the state of Scottish football.
This time everything's got a lot Grimmer with Aberdeen losing a lauded protégé to the mysterious
land of riches that some people call England.
Highly rated youngster leaves Aberdeen area to chance his arm in England?
A January weekend to cast off the shackles of league pressure and revel in the romance of what is,
at this stage, the most egalitarian of our competitions.
A Scottish Cup weekend. Breathe in the fresh air of potential shocks and brace yourself butchers,
bakers and candlestick makers making SPL defences look like part-time amateurs.
Day eleven. Guided by a star of wonder, the SPL Advent takes a trip to Perth.
Perhaps we should all read a Christmas lesson from the good book of McDiarmid Park.
St Johnstone have lost both a talented young manager and a steady, long-serving chairman this
season.
And, so far, it's been more evolution for revolution.
Monday night football.
When I was a slip of lad approaching drinking age Monday night football used to be a thing of
wonder.
(Drinking age, kids, used to be more of a general guide than a rule. Don't live as I lived. It's
bad for you.)
We'd gather around what we then thought were big screens and be stunned as Newcastle and Liverpool
served up seven goal thrillers and Sky's hype levels left our skies and bothered Martian moons.
Part one of an entirely prejudiced, unscientific look at 12 players I'll be keeping track of in the
SPL this season. Maybe not the biggest stars but a player from each team whose progress I'm
interested to follow.
Steven Naismith, Rangers
Steven Naismith turns 25 this September. No longer a kid bursting with potential but a senior
member of a championship winning squad with a five year contract under his belt.
We're now tantalisingly close to the SPL's opening weekend. July isn't yet out but already the
sense of anticipation is growing.
The churlish prediction for the season ahead would be that "it can't be as bad as last time." But
this being Scottish football we know that's not true. It can be every bit as bad.
In the not too dim and distant past I used to work for a health charity in Midlothian.
I'll admit I wasn't straight from central casting. The only way I become a poster boy for health
and fitness is if you need someone to pose for the "before" section of your "before and after"
pictures.
I'm not one of life's joggers, teetotallers or carrot chompers.
