Bill Struth, the eternal icon of Neanderthals, who battered and drowned his predecessor to claim his job. Struth “won” tainted titles against clubs whose players were defending their country against the h*** (ironic that one isn’t it), while his players hid in the shipyard offices performing essential services from 9 to 5, Mon. to Fri. and turn out for the “light blues” on Saturday. And all this while Celtic turned on the floodlights, which weren’t installed till the sixties, to guide the Luftwaffe through Glasgow. Struth, the best mate of fantasy Canadian soldiers and the guardian and keeper of homeless budgies. The legend of Struth is akin to the legend of King Billy, a homo-sexual hunchback who rode into battle, dressed in green, financed by the Pope. If you know your history, It’s enough to make your heart go oh-oh oh Hail Hail.