RIP Ebbe

[Basingstokered]

I was a kid when we had the success and only went to the occasional game when Willie Miller was in charge. So I started to go back with a mate when Alex Miller took over. The most enjoyable time was shouting Miller out in front of the Main Stand. But when Ebbe took over what a joy ,entertainment you never knew what the score would be. His press interviews were hilarious and you actually wanted to go to the game. I remember one day at Uni must have been about 1 or 2 and my mate suggested heading down to Rugby Park to watch the game. Knew we’d probably get beat but knew he’d at least try to win. Once I moved used to try to schedule visits with Dons games, remember a Celtic game at Pittodrie with a win and snowballs.

Once Ebbe left I’ve tried to schedule visits to avoid games so as not to bore myself.

[sheepcrooky]

Very entrepreneurial of the board to appoint him at the time (or even now). A dreadful time on the pitch which Ebbe somehow made enjoyable. I still quote “stats and mini skirts” to this day at my work and then have to tell people the story.

Seemed a genuine man who liked a drink and a smoke.

Goodnight Uncle Ebbe, I hope you are at peace and thanks for the memories.

[57vintage]

I still quote “stats and mini skirts” to this day at my work and then have to tell people the story

When I was QA Manager at a now-subsumed FE college, I had to give a report at each meeting of Curriculum Policy Committee (Academic Board) on internal verification success v (****ing Blairite) targets, and an overview of external verification activity (this is how I know that Swinney is a devious erse) There was a query about the numbers once, and I took a deep breath, and intoned, ”In the words of the great Ebbe Skovdahl, ‘Statistics are like mini-skirts, they show what’s interesting but hide what’s important’” to muffled laughter from the good guys, and glares from the feminists. That was Friday. On Monday morning, the ex-Dunfermline reserve winger who was our scrupulously-fair Principal called me and asked for the quote. I thought that some **** had complained, but he wanted to use it in a presentation to the FE Principals’ network and the Scottish Higher Education Funding Council later that week. Ebbe’s influence spread wider that he probably ever imagined.

[Mason89]

When I was QA Manager at a now-subsumed FE college, I had to give a report at each meeting of Curriculum Policy Committee (Academic Board) on internal verification success v (****ing Blairite) targets, and an overview of external verification activity (this is how I know that Swinney is a devious erse) There was a query about the numbers once, and I took a deep breath, and intoned, ”In the words of the great Ebbe Skovdahl, ‘Statistics are like mini-skirts, they show what’s interesting but hide what’s important’” to muffled laughter from the good guys, and glares from the feminists. That was Friday. On Monday morning, the ex-Dunfermline reserve winger who was our scrupulously-fair Principal called me and asked for the quote. I thought that some **** had complained, but he wanted to use it in a presentation to the FE Principals’ network and the Scottish Higher Education Funding Council later that week. Ebbe’s influence spread wider that he probably ever imagined.

Continuing that theme, I used to go out with a psychotic hun primary teacher. We couldnt agree on the colour of shyte but I once mentioned a phoenixx quote from here, about ‘drinking your food & eating your drink’, which she then passed on to years of weegie school kids.

I miss him from here & the tales of his auntie

[57vintage]

I used to rib Pete about his macrobiotic and astrological musings. After the operation to reduce his brain tumour, he sent me a selfie of the stitches in the operation scar on his baldy heid. It looked like someone had been scribbling on him with a biro, and I asked if the surgeon had penned a warning to future heid doctors, “Careful. You’ll not believe the shyte I found in there”. I’ll tell the backstory of the auntie-beefing, which involves fitba, a drummer and a distillery, some other time.

PWLP picked me up to go to Pete’s funeral at 10am. A taxi dropped me off here at 0230 next morning, after a funeral of legend.

[Mason89]

I’d imagine there was a motley crew of both hoors & radges in attendance