Saturday

Wayne Rooney, the Manchester United captain, is dropped to the bench by Jose Mourinho and can only sit and watch as United rip champions Leicester City apart in the first half at Old Trafford, leading 4-0 by half-time.

“Wayne Rooney, the England captain, left out. Will this change Sam Allardyce’s thinking?” asked the radio commentator.

Who knew we’d never know …

Sunday

And I awake to find that Team GB’s most famous couple, Jason Kenny and Laura Trott, have been wed, ‘in secret.’ Actually, I think you’ll find that it wasn’t so much in secret, just that they decided to get hitched without telling the media.

They didn’t keep it secret for too long however, Jason taking to Twitter to post a ‘morning after the night before’ photo of the blushing bride, and their dugs, with the message; “Good morning Mrs Kenny.”

Closer examination of the aforementioned picture reveals a torch on the bedside table.

I dare not ask …Glasgow Times:

Monday

Anyone with a love of sport will know exactly where and when they got ‘in to’ a particular sport. In football terms, for me, it was always the 1966 World Cup; F1 would have been around the same time, grey, grainy images of Clark and Hill, while tennis came a bit later with Ann Jones.

In amongst all of that, came golf. In the late 60’s, the fledgling BBC2 broadcast ‘the ‘Big Three’ – Arnold Palmer, Jack Nicklaus and Gary Player – do battle on various courses around the world for the mega money top prize of $25,000.

I doubt if commentator Henry Longhurst came anywhere close to these exotic locations, but, like Palmer, Nicklaus and Player, he did get in to my living room. And so a love of watching golf (I never, ever, got passionate about playing it) was born.

Nearly 50 years on from first seeing those old black and white images, it is sad to here of the passing of Arnold Palmer; for me, one of the men who made my world of golf, from an era when we’d only heard of a Chevy, not Seve, and the only Tiger we knew, you put in your tank.

Tuesday

I see the winner of snooker's new English Open event in Manchester will receive the Steve Davis Trophy, in tribute to the six-time world champion. This has come as a complete and utter shock to me as I hadn’t realised he was dead …

Wednesday

Apart from being a home for certain forms of low life and others who need psychiatric help across several of their accounts, Twitter is a great source of entertainment. Today, up popped a picture of Michael Palin, yes that Michael Palin, a thoroughly charming individual who, as we all know, is Stenhousemuir’s ‘celebrity’ fan.Glasgow Times:

It reminded me of the time Brian Hardie, the former Essex opener, convinced a number of the county’s followers (who appeared to be mostly West Ham fans) to travel north to see him, Graham Gooch, Mark Waugh and several other easily recognisable names against Scotland in a B&H match at Titwood. But to make their journey worthwhile, Hardie suggested they take in his beloved Stenny in action, which they did.

And how was it, I enquired.

“F****** criminal,” came the reply.

I can only assume they saw the Warriors on a good day …

Thursday

Celtic have played many European ties, but perhaps none like last night’s Champions League tie against Manchester City.

Celtic’s meritorious draw had boss Brendan Rodgers waxing lyrically about where he and his team might be if they were direct opponents to City every season.

“There's no doubt Celtic are a major threat to nearly every English club," said Rodgers. "If Celtic were in England, they would be in the top four/top six clubs there.”

That would have Celtic up against Chelsea and Arsenal and Spurs, up against City and United, even his old Liverpool side. Just where they would finish, we might never know.

Because as it stands, Celtic can draw with Manchester City, but they can’t beat Exeter, Yeovil and Barnet where it matters -  in a ballot.

Friday

I spoke about it last week, and I’ll give you the heads up again today. Tonight (at 9.30pm), BBC Alba will air Purple TV’s excellent Jimmy Johnstone documentary, on what would have been his birthday.

I’ve seen it, but I will watch it again, and record it, and probably watch it again.

Playing with a ball which appeared over-inflated, and, wearing a number seven on his shorts, that always looked as big as him, I’m still reminded of those who wanted to retire the No.7 jersey when Henrik Larsson left Celtic. I can only imagine they’d never seen Jinky; I can only imagine they’d never seen genius.