Soccer: How we need our non-flying Dutchman

SOMETIMES it’s a pity that our Monsieur Le Prof is such a pragmatist. After a vintage Dennis Bergkamp performance on Saturday, of the scintillating sort that some of the more sceptical amongst us thought they’d long since seen the last, personally, in Wenger’s place I would have stuck Dennis in a cab straight from St. Andrews and made certain his driver didn’t spare the horses until he’d reached the San Siro.

The measured opinion of our levelheaded manager is that “three days is too short to travel so far at his age!”

Yet in the immortal words of the Beatles Bergkamp will be able to sing “When I’m 64” for another 30 years.