Bill Leckie

1 week ago | thescottishsun.co.uk | David Friel |Bill Leckie

CYRIEL DESSERS pulled his shirt up over his face and shook his head in disbelief. Pity it wasn’t the one he’d been wearing at the start of the night — because then we could have looked through the hole in the front to see whether he was laughing or crying. There were 20 minutes to go and the big striker had just given a Bilbao defender the kind of nudge in the back that wouldn’t have knocked a passing midge off its flightpath.

1 week ago | thescottishsun.co.uk | Bill Leckie

THERE’S a beautiful moment that kind of got washed away in the tsunami of emotion unleashed by Rory McIlroy’s win at the Masters late on Sunday night. It came as he walked off what should have been the final green, having just missed the five-foot putt that would have made him only the sixth golfer to win his sport’s fabled Grand Slam. His head must have been spinning. His heart must have been sinking.

1 week ago | thescottishsun.co.uk | Bill Leckie

IF ever a single performance summed up an entire season, it was surely Aberdeen’s at Pittodrie this weekend. All over the opposition in the first half. All over the shop in the second. Had they gone in four up on a ten-man Rangers reserves side, it would have been no more than they deserved. Yet had there been eight or nine minutes of stoppage-time at the end of the 90 rather than five, they might easily have lost.

2 weeks ago | thescottishsun.co.uk | Bill Leckie

IN the cinema room of an Istanbul penthouse apartment, Jose Mourinho was screaming: I told you so. Hadn’t he called it? Hadn’t he come in after Fenerbahce had lost at Ibrox on penalties and predicted that UEFA would do anything to make sure Bilbao made it to the final in their own stadium? Hadn’t his old Roma side gone there that same night 2-1 up from the home leg, only to have Mats Hummels sent off inside 11 minutes and go out on aggregate? And what was he watching now?

2 weeks ago | thescottishsun.co.uk | Bill Leckie

IT’S an image that sums up where Rangers find themselves right now. A desolate punter, arms folded and face tripping him, caught by the telly cameras as he slumps alone amidst an ocean of empty blue seats. A poster boy for misery, frustration and failure. A one-man choir singing I Am The Person. Not to mention a living, breathing, fuming nudge to the Ibrox board that – whisper it – what St Johnstone did for the visit of Celtic might not be the worst idea in the world. Give them three stands?