Adam Idah

Never mind who shot JR Ewing. In the days when Dallas was the warm-up act for Match of the Day and Sportscene, the old gunslingers of British management blew their enemies away with a half-time hairdryer. When Stein, Clough and Ferguson ruled the roost, the language of the dressing room was English with a liberal dose of Anglo-Saxon profanities. There was no need for a translator. Times move on and so does football. These days a coach in the English Premier League is more likely to be called Jose or Andoni than Jock or Alex. The age of the old-school British managerial colossus is over.

A city of some 200,000 people on the windswept north-east coast of Scotland, Aberdeen became a home from home for Bojan Miovski. It was the place where the North Macedonia striker felt most welcome, most appreciated and, after two years of rattling in goals, most loved. The hairs on his forearms still stand to attention when he recalls his final farewell to Pittodrie. A late substitute in a 3-1 win over St Mirren in August, the 25-year-old stood on the cusp of his dream move to a top-five European league. Jimmy Thelin's red revolution would have to be staged without the Swede's best player.

From the Yellow Wall in Dortmund to a Highland Wall in Dingwall, there were bound to be a few mental scars for the Celtic players to overcome ahead of this Premiership clash with Ross County. Such was the scale of their humiliation in a 7-1 Champions League thrashing in Germany last Tuesday, plenty of soul-searching was inevitable in the days which followed. Certainly, a Sunday lunchtime kick-off at this most notoriously awkward of venues wouldn't have been top of the list for Brendan Rodgers and his players as they looked to start the rebuild.