The Sahovnica our Dado wore

We’ve got the quality centre-half (no offence, Marvin) and now we’ve got the quality centre-forward. Is McLeish getting it rght? One thing’s for sure, his high-profile admissions that last summer’s signings were only mince because he didn’t see them in the flesh beforehand means he won’t have that excuse a second time. Emerson may have claimed Murray was the man picking the players before last August’s transfer deadline but with all his very public non-attendance of Gers games and his jetting round the globe, there’s no doubt Big Eck is the man who’ll kop the blame full in the jaw if Boumsong and Prso don’t cut it.

But he’ll also be entitled to full praise if his new team does do the biz. If nothing else, he’s ensured there’s plenty of room for improvement next season and that even scoring more than one goal aginst the Plug Uglies over the course of the entire 2004/2005 campaign will represent an advance.

Get back on the home page and scroll down to the rant entitled “Eck opens the Prso strings … I’m the Dado in ‘ere … etc etc” for Friday night’s verdict on what was then the “potential” signing of the AS Monaco centre-forward. I chipped in what facts I knew about the player then but have since been given a better perspective by the incomparable Gabriele Marcotti, writing in yesterday’s Sunday Herald (If what happened on Saturday hadn’t happened … on Saturday … then I might have actually quite enjoyed the special pull-out tribute to Henrik Larsson from a footy point of view. As it was, I ripped the thing in four and binned it before it hit the sofa. All this Sellik domination isn’t helping their public profile!!!).

Gabriele talked to the man himself in Monte Carlo and discovered that that mob Raphaelais he played for are actually a French 4th Division amateur side. Prso was so unwanted in Croatia as a lad that he packed a bag and headed for France where he had such a bad year at 2nd Division Rouen that he gave it up, worked in a garage and gambled like a nutter. The Rapahelais thing was just a laugh. Then he met the woman of his dreams - she made him screw the nut and via Ajaccio he eventually had his most successful ever season at Monaco … this one!

We might want to kid ourselves that we outbid Milan for his services but, what’s abundantly clear is that he just wants a regular game and just wants to be loved. The guy sounds like a bit of a ratbag - there’s an element of the bampot about him. Life’s dealt him a few blows and he’s smacked it back square in the napper. From the French 4th Division to the Champions League final and leading the line for a Balkans nation against England and France at Euro 2004. And he’s fekin HUGE. THAT WILL DO FOR ME!

(Oh and Gabriele also reminded me that Simone Inzaghi too has scored 4 goals in a single Champs League match - that IS an unforgivable error, troops - sorry)


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