Wednesday night saw a plucky and workmanlike Glasgow Rangers lose 2-0 to Zenit St Petersburg in the UEFA Cup final.

I am not here to rip into Rangers – for what it’s worth I think all the mephitic guff floating around about how inferior the Old Firm are compared to the big English clubs is utter drivel. Carping on about how unfair the Scottish two-horse race of a league is whilst simultaneously ignoring the footballing Groundhog Day that the English Premier League has become is sheer hypocrisy.

Make no mistake, though, Rangers boss Walter Smith is a bad manager.  

'Some of his tactics were obscenely defensive, the footballing equivalent of hibernating for the winter'


For 10 years now Everton have had a Scotsman at the helm, and the difference between bungling Walter Smith and upwardly mobile David Moyes is gargantuan.

Under Smith we witnessed a manager who was a giant of the Scottish league, a big-shot gaffer in a veritable paddling pool. When he arrived at Everton he realised that things were very different and it was soon obvious that he was out of his depth.

Let's be fair to him, Everton were never going to set the world alight – the fact that Kevin Campbell and spotty youth Franny Jeffers were our striking saviours shows what depths we plumbed – but some of his tactics were obscenely defensive, the footballing equivalent of hibernating for the winter.

Between 1998 and 2002 Smith, aided and abetted by drill sergeant Archie Knox, led an increasingly fractured changing room on a perilous tightrope of mediocrity, utilising some of the most puritanically dour tactics.

I remember once watching Everton flail around like newborn seals at Highbury; every time we conceded a corner (and we seemed to do so every other minute) Smith's orders would be to bring everyone back to defend the goal with every ounce of their being. 

This tactic worked very well in the Everton box, but once the ball was clear, Arsenal were free to saunter back into our area and have another go; this mindless “buy one – get one free” system typified the Smith regime.

Smith’s favourite was Kevin Campbell, and the boss seemed to be constantly applauding Campbell’s every move, like a star-struck Stalinist apparatchik, whilst his violent and puritanical sidekick Knox reduced Stephen Hughes and Alex Nyarko to useless, shuffling navel-gazers.

Looking back on Smith's tenure I realised we were a dour, monochrome outfit compared to the Technicolor side we are now.

Smith’s lack of imagination was very evident in Wednesday’s UEFA Cup Final – granted, he got them there, but his team’s defensive credo positively encouraged Zenit to attack.