In a sporting world of ifs, buts and maybes, football has found the cure-all solution. They have called it VAR.

And if you believe that, you are clearly a member of the Flat Earth Society and also believe in flying saucers.

While the search for perfection is to be admired, there has to be a limit to how far it can go before football becomes nothing more than an extension of an arcade game.

When a man sitting in a studio needs a dotted red line to decide that that a player’s left shoulder is in an offside position then that point is almost in sight.

It is to be hoped Manchester City manager Pep Guardiola, being a fair-minded man, is not thinking of reprimanding or perhaps fining his hat-trick star Raheem Sterling for the crime of leaning the wrong way.

And what about Wolves skipper Conor Coady’s suggestion after seeing his ‘goal’ against Leicester ruled out by VAR?

“We’ll have to play with our hands chopped off,” he said.

Surely a far better and much less bloodthirsty solution would be to commission the club’s kit manufacturers to produce a set of shirts without any arm holes.

Problem solved, and it could set a fashion to top the miniskirt revolution of Mary Quant.

Of course, the other side of the debate put forward by former referee Mark Clattenberg followed the party line that the decisions were spot on and people are still unhappy.

I understood from all the VAR promotional bumf that the man in the darkened room would only be called upon to judge on clear and obvious errors. Sterling’s shoulder was never clear and obvious to anybody without a microscope.

We are about to see the whole human element of football removed for the sake of one or two refereeing errors when the standard (if dubious) view that these things even out in the end was enough to satisfy even the biggest grumblers.

And rugby followers know how much the video refs love to stick their two penn’orth in.

Already there have been mumblings about introducing it into the Championship when the real culprit is the ridiculous offside law.

Why not bring back the old rule about daylight between attacker and defender and football can save itself millions.

But the genie is out of the bottle, so we will all have to live with it.

*There are not many certainties in football but here is one; the Scottish League title will not be leaving Glasgow.

The trophy has not been anywhere else for 34 years and with Celtic scoring 12 goals in their first two matches and Rangers hitting eight in their first two wins, the big two are already opening up a gap ahead of their only serious rivals Aberdeen – the last non-Glasgow team to win the crown in 1985.

Since then, the score is Celtic 17 Rangers 17.

Rangers boss Steven Gerrard has told his players that they can only start to boast when they win a trophy so what better time than now to stop the auld enemy from notching up their ninth title in a row?

Winning a trophy is the last thing on the minds of the good folk of Fort William FC. Any win would do.

Having followed their fortunes here during last winless season, now is not the time to abandon The Fort. Their Highland League record this time around is: Played 3, Lost 3. We live in hope.

*Barrow Raiders’ relegation is not yet rubber stamped but it soon will be – maybe as early as this week’s trip to Sheffield Eagles.

But the world won’t come to an end at Craven Park if and when the Championship trapdoor opens.

Life will go on; there will be a tightening of belts and no visits from the army of fans who followed Bradford Bulls on Sunday.

The return to League One will bring Barrow back into the almost forgotten backwaters of the development division and scant national publicity – a sort of add-on to fill space.

There will be a tightening of belts, a drop in crowd figures and a lot less money from central funds.

I have never owned a pair of rose-tinted specs and I am not against change if it will make any difference for the better. But change for the sake of it or without knowing where to turn next is not a good idea.

It may have struck the more rational among the supporters that the Raiders limited and often injury-ravaged squad have been punching about their fighting weight. There is no shame in not being good enough and life in League One can’t be so bad.