Anchorman

I'm on about comments made tonight. I'm not on here to talk about Radio RC or what any of the pundits have done in the past. Pure and simple comments made tonight. Full stop!

Oh stop greetin ffs. I enjoyed tonights comments. That's why I posted what I posted.

Cracking other comment. Rangers fan asked him "before you go Darryl can you nail your flag to the mast - are you a Rangers man or a Sellik man?". He jokingly said - "I'm a St Mirren man.........but I'm the first guy to ever ask to have the colour of his Green Card changed!".

I think Darryl King has decided to let go of any inhibitions before he leaves for America. He's fairly giving it out to the Dhims tonight. "Gerry what is with you lot and Rangers history? You are absolutely obsessed with all thing Rangers. Can you never come on here and talk about your own team. I'm sick of listening to it! You've phoned me on this phone in for about the last 9 years and I've never heard you talk about your own Club. Always Rangers, never Sellik". I enjoyed that!!!

Don't mock it until you've tried it Darth!! Woooaw!

Oh feck!! Is that why my bars won't come on? I've been sitting with a match under them all morning freezing my bollocks off.

I don't give any of them the remotest thought to be honest. When they leave My Club I'm afraid the newspaper that carries their story is for wrapping my chips in. No interest whatsoever. Silo mentality? Maybe. Never professed to be enlightened. As the old Lex Mclean sketch goes "can I get in for half price 'cos I'm only here to see the Rangers?".

And then they spoiled it by 'doing it up' with those lovely wet benches and the beautiful Centenery Stand was born.

I remember 2 East Kilbride 'teams' waging a running battle with each other outside the ground before an Aberdeen game at Ibrox. One guy was on the deck getting leathered on the head with one of those triangular whisky bottles you got back them (Dimple?), then they fought in the game. The crowd was singing 'hooli - hooli- hooligans - (remember that?) all the way through the match as those big gaps opened up and the bottles and cans flew. Then after the match they smashed each other's buses windows to smitherenes. And then drove back to EK at the same time, and probably fought there too. It is bizarre (and pretty sad) thinking back to those days - it was mental!

It's always really saddened me when we fight amongst ourselves (literally at times). It's never been any different. I remember the 70s clearly when the Rangers end (and outside) was absolutley peppered with gang fights. I've lost count of the amount of times I saw our own fans hit each other with bottles and bricks (and that was inside the ground as well). I even saw one fan stab another in full view (which made the front of the Sunday Mail) at the Rangers End in Ibrox. Even the last twice when they've opened Ibrox after a title win I've witnessed our support knocking 10 bells out of each other. This is just a different form of fighting amongst the 'academics\intellectuals (?)'. Makes me sick!

If you read 'Born Fighting' by Jim Webb (United States Senator for Virginia). It tells the struggle of the Scots-Irish (Protestant) who went on to shape America. It's a brilliant read. But core to the whole content is the in-built 'Clan' mentatlity of the Scots Protestant and the inter-fighting that has always existed. We can never agree on very much and certainly don't allow ourselves to be ruled by an 'eminent' figurehead. Yes, we have sworn allegiance to the crown throughout centuries - that is until the Crown did something that went against our Scots Protestant heritage. One major example of that was America welcoming the Scots\Irish into states like Virginia. They needed a free 'army' to keep the Indians at bay. They knew of the fearsome fighting reputation of the Scots\Irish and knew that if they let them settle they would repel the Indians to protect their newly found land. Once the US Government decided that the job was done they then tried to 'rein in' the new settlers. That's when they realised they would never rein in these people who went back to adopting the Clan mentatlity i.e. only bowing to their Clan chief. The story of the Deep South's division from the north is now history. I've gone off on a tangent but is it in our DNA? We seem to be very 'good' at it!

Will have to do that but the minute you lift cash with a credit card the interest just starts to go 'ke-ching' until you clear it. The interest rate for drawing cash on mine would choke a horse!

Can't believe that I've taken the plunge to invest just days before Chrstmas and the Capita site won't accept credit cards. Only debit cards i.e. instant cash. I'm raging as I can't do it in time now! Is there any way of investing with credit card?

Its so funny listening to someone try to cram in 40 years of 'vicTIM' into 8 minutes while kind of knowing that the guys listening to you are holding in their laugh.

Is there any indication or way of knowing how well the fans' take up is going?

I admire your positivity, although I don't share it.

I reckon that JT is not out to upset too many apple carts. I can't see him coming out with many 'sensational' exclusives. Although I believe he has been possibly the only light in a dark tunnel for us in recent times (for which I was gratefeul to him, don't get me wrong) I reckon it has been partially self serving. He made an enemy in Liewell and he was the only one that stood up and literally called him liar. And not ONE other hack had the balls to support him despite concrete evidence (they're not really known for their nobility or integrity which is ironic). Liewell has bidied his time, but all the while, in his vengeful way, moved in on Traynor to get his revenge...hence 'Liewell to take over Record talk\rumour(?)'. JT was done for once this started going round (who knows Liewell may even have started it. Has it been confirmed?). Where is the safest place in town as a hack once Liewell comes after you and your peers dive for cover in fear? Herald? Sun? Scotsman? Dandy? East Kilbride News? Rangers are the only show in town that will quite happily put the fighting gloves on and come out jabbing that Rhebel whore. The only safe haven where he can't get to you. JT won't be with us for that long I don't think, but long enough for him to think Liewell is not a threat. The mystery for me is who contacted who first?

I make no apologies for bumping my own post from a few weeks ago when Davie Provo did a similar article telling us to stop acting the martyr and get back to helping the SPL clubs or something of that nature. The same applies Shug! "Oh right Davie\Shug. So let me get the picture straight here. You all thought that your picnic in the woods would be a whole lot nicer if you could clear the woods of the Big Bear that everyone at the picnic disliked\were afraid of\were intimidated by. So the kennel doors were opened and the bloodthirsty hounds were let loose on the Bear. Although this ugly frenzy seemed draconian, vicious and even slightly immoral, everyone at the picnic put their fingers to their ears (including you). You see it was for the greater good of all at the picnic. Once the Bear (or 'DeadBear' as you were now calling him at the picnic) was dead everyone would bring food to the picnic and it would flourish. Your evil actions were not actually evil at all - they were actually an act of integrity in a strange sort of way. Then the noises of the howls, knashing, ripping of flesh etc started to subside, and the bloodstained dogs trudged back wearily to the kennels (some ran off and weren't seen again). They were fed scraps from the picnic as it had been a long and bloody struggle but they had faithfully done what was asked of them. Right? All of a sudden through the snapping branches appears the Great Bear. It stands on it's hind legs and roars in defiance. It is torn, tired and bloodied, but it is clear this magnificent beast will not be defeated, and it will never surrender. All at the pinic scramble for cover, no longer a collective, they push each other to the ground as each seeks to protect the individual. Some even offer up scraps to the Great Bear to win favour, but the roar of the beast gives an indication that it not here to feed on scraps. Then a man of great wisdom steps forward heralding to all that he will save the day. He stands tall, smiles knowingly, and tells the Bear "stop acting the martyr. Neither you or anyone here will gain anything from you acting all scary and defiant. Get over it. Go get a wash, behave yourself, and we will bring out a tub of honey and you can join us. We won't even ask you to apologise!! Now go on - quickly now." FUCK OFF DAVIE and SHUG! "

Did you ever watch Mols doing his trademark turn and think "that looks so simple but so effective"? You know the one where he had his back to the defender, he took the ball to feet, he stopped the ball for a split second (defender thinks he's got time) and then he turns and is off. I've never seen another player really do the same thing to the same effect (Laudrup did briefly, but as Jim Whyte used to say "Why are you so good Brian?"). It did seem so simple but brilliant. I loved watching the guy. On the night he got injured he was destroying Bayern in Munich. They couldn't cope with his turns. Legend. Sorry, just got into reminiscing mode.

Double post - sorry I thought the last attempt failed!

Wee Amy lends her support on Twitter, but I'm not sure how to attach a screenshot on here. Anyone help?

They must be able to close in.

Thanks Tango. If I knew a way to get it to him I would.

Oh right Davie. So let me get the picture straight here. You all thought that your picnic in the woods would be a whole lot nicer if you could clear the woods of the Big Bear that everyone at the picnic disliked\were afraid of\were intimidated by. So the kennel doors were opened and the bloodthirsty hounds were let loose on the Bear. Although this ugly frenzy seemed draconian, vicious and even slightly immoral, everyone at the picnic put their fingers to their ears (including you). You see it was for the greater good of all at the picnic. Once the Bear (or 'DeadBear' as you were now calling him at the picnic) was dead everyone would bring food to the picnic and it would flourish. Your evil actions were not actually evil at all - they were actually an act of integrity in a strange sort of way. Then the noises of the howls, knashing, ripping of flesh etc started to subside, and the bloodstained dogs trudged back wearily to the kennels (some ran off and weren't seen again). They were fed scraps from the picnic as it had been a long and bloody struggle but they had faithfully done what was asked of them. Right? All of a sudden through the snapping branches appears the Great Bear. It stands on it's hind legs and roars in defiance. It is torn, tired and bloodied, but it is clear this magnificent beast will not be defeated, and it will never surrender. All at the pinic scramble for cover, no longer a collective, they push each other to the ground as each seeks to protect the individual. Some even offer up scraps to the Great Bear to win favour, but the roar of the beast gives an indication that it not here to feed on scraps. Then a man of great wisdom steps forward heralding to all that he will save the day. He stands tall, smiles knowingly, and tells the Bear "stop acting the martyr. Neither you or anyone here will gain anything from you acting all scary and defiant. Get over it. Go get a wash, behave yourself, and we will bring out a tub of honey and you can join us. We won't even ask you to apologise!! Now go on - quickly now." FUCK OFF DAVIE!

Wasn't it the case that when we were looking for a bidder the general concensus was that even if we won the case HMRC would appeal and it would take years and would deter any investor (except someone riding in with a Dick Turpin mask on shouting "my dad was a bluenose" and waving a pound note in the air!)?