Oh Burley, wherefore art thou?
I must admit, sitting in the Barclay 10 years ago it would have been slightly surreal to imagine giving George Burley a phone call.
(Left: see George and Bryan, back in the day)
The Scotland manager was always destined to be a shoe-in for stick at Carrow Road after becoming commander in chief over the Waveney. But he now has what I suspect is his dream job – taking charge of your national side – and he seems to be making a decent stab at it. Plus those days at Ipswich already feel a long time ago.
Burley was reportedly at Carrow Road last night. I wonder why? Speaking to him, he came a across as a thoroughly nice guy with a fat, thick accent that wasn’t the easiest to scribble down in shorthand – partly due to my own shortcomings.
So that’s one memory to juxtapose another. Still, I might have forgotten them all by the time I’m finished with this giant ski air bag bubble thing tonight…
posted on 18 September 2008 18:00 byMichael Bailey - Sportsdesk