See Craig Brown, is he just a radge, or what? He refused to give Kenny Miller a game for Scotland because in the three games he had seen him playing Kenny did not perform too well. So that's how it's done then is it? To play for Scotland you have to play well when Craig is watching. Never mind that our Kenny has been scoring goals all season and anybody who is anybody in Scottish football thinks he is the best new talent in years. Let's take this a bit further shall we. We must now presume that Craig has watched David Weir and Colin Calderwood playing well for their clubs to allow them to play for Scotland. And one can only wonder when he saw Mark Burchill actually playing, never mind playing well. Let us be honest here and admit that if Kenny played for either Rangers or Celtic he would have had his Scotland cap no problem.

Ah the glory of being so near and yet so far. The semi-final defeat to Aberdeen was a painful experience indeed. It seems that Hibs are destined never to win this bauble again. It got me wondering if there is anyone alive who saw them win it in 1902, and what age they would be. The 1902 final was against Celtic so obviously there is no chance that a Soapdodger from the time will still be alive. After all, the standard of housing, sanitation and diet in the Dear Green Place circa 1902 gave the inhabitants a life expectancy of around twenty years. Now of course it's the drugs, drink and fags that see them off early.

It's a strange place the National Stadium. We Hibs fans were given the Celtic end while the Dons got the Rangers end. Now that's got to be a joke don't you think? The very idea that a supposedly neutral venue has a Rangers and Celtic end demonstrates the absurdity of Old Firm domination in Scottish football. As a social historian I was interested in the different standards of retail outlets within Hampden. Not to be content with only burger bars, over at the Rangers end there is a branch of Harrods, a Habitat store and a Jaguar dealership for the Huns to browse around at half-time. Meanwhile the poor old Soapdodgers have only a Poundstretcher and an Oxfam shop to satisfy their meagre needs. If you really want to see the City of Architecture at it's finest then a trip to Hampden is a must. It sits proudly on it's mound of earth, all red brick and shiny metal, surrounded by a housing area that makes the Fort look like Beverly Hills.

Anyway, I'm not bitter about the result and I feel I should congratulate Aberdeen by way of a quote from Oscar Wilde, "Away an bile yer heids ya sheep-sh****' ba****** youse will get such a doin' in that Europe, so ye will" As decency would have it we took our revenge on April 29th and gubbed the Dons at our last home game of the season.

If this season will be remembered for anything then it would have to be our spectacular inconsistency. Thumping Hearts, twice. Beating Celtic and drawing with Rangers at Easter Road should have been bonus points for a successful season however, it was the likes of our performances against the lesser teams that spoiled it ,as usual. The one good thing about being a Hibs fan is that you just never know what's going to happen next.

Finally, why do footballers have such big egos? I watch Italian football on the odd Sunday and internationals when I can and I really have to comment on Edgar Davids. Okay, he's not a bad player but he is such a show-off. He swans about the pitch wearing his sunglasses. Why? Just what is the point of that? He is fooling nobody as we can all see it's him.