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This revolution of the managerial merry-go-round has meandered in a melancholy manner. (That's enough of the alliteration - Ed.)

The exits of , and may have been rapid, but there has been a distinctly pedestrian pace in replacing them.

Celtic's attempts at landing their man have been slow burning and sloth-like as a succession of names emerged as front-runner only to fade from view again.

Aberdeen, too, have been , but the Dons' business has at least appeared methodical and measured as opposed to the Hoops' tortuous efforts.

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With the Hoops, the Dandy Dons and the Hibees all head-hunting for a new manager, it's a great time to be a football journalist.

In the absence of solid information from the clubs (what's new there?), broadcasters and hacks can take speculative punts dressed up as informed guesswork, as to the men who will eventually drink from football's poisoned chalices at Parkhead, Pittodrie and Easter Road.

Celtic is the top job. With due apologies to the other two, I think that's a fair assumption, even for one who doesn't lose sleep over the fortunes of Glasgow's Old Firm.

But is it as big a job and attractive a proposition as Celtic fans think?

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Scotland isn't serious about sport. Not if the shocking state of our few cycling Velodromes is anything to go by.

Despite having the finest track cycling star on the planet, , our dire cycling resources should embarrass us all.

Scottish politicians should wear balaclavas to their next sporting photo opportunity after their shameless attempts to share credit for .

If you doubt my words take a trip to the dump that is the . It is dilapidated, tumbledown and overgrown.

I went to a track meeting there on Sunday with kids from all over the UK competing, it is the home of Scottish cycling and it is a disgrace.

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