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Limeburner, I think the OP is trying to derive some consolation from reminding himself, and us, that no matter how bad the current incumbents, there was comparable dross who wore the shirt in the past. It's not working for me.

They are cheaper by the dozen, it seems.

I wasn't commenting on Jackson's attack on Rangers' people, but on the "back page lead", or, perhaps more properly, "back page leak".

I didn't hear a report on Saturday. No bang, merely a whimper.

Never mind Albertz, Reina, Tugay.....

There is a cricketing story, possibly apocryphal, that during England's (in)famous "bodyline" Ashes tour, 1932-33, the England captain, Douglas Jardine (yes, a Scot, born in Bombay/Mumbai, right enough) approached the Australian dressing room, post play, to complain about bad language. The Oz captain was Bill Woodfull, and the resulting exchange may have been with him Jardine tells the Aussie who answered his knock that one of Aussies had called him a 'bastard'. The Aussie, keeping Jardine at the dressing room door, turns and enquires of his team mates: "Which one of you bastards called this bastard a bastard?" Ian1964 should rely upon the Australian Defence. From what I have read/heard of the Murray/Findlay Show, the defence is founded on showing that Murray is an even bigger liar than Tam Pepper, and Tam Pepper, is, of course, in the dock. The question of bastardry does not seem to come into it.

I tend to agree. I harbour similar sentiments about Garner.

I am surprised only that Richmond ( a rubbish official, if memory serves) did not suggest a yellow card for Miller for 'Ungentlemanly Conduct".

I didn't see/read/listen to any of the after match stuff. It was purdah, or murder. Did PC actually say he had delivered a list of up to 12 targets? He should paint targets on the backs of the players involved in the last two debacles, and charge supporters £100/each to shoot at them with rifles, imho.

It's a sort of Predestination arithmetic for Richmond: Ane for Heaven, and ten for Hell.

Is somebody on the Board(s) or in the administration leaking stories to this chips' wrapper? When will they ever learn?

..."The tycoon's profits have rocketed since he flogged the Ibrox club for just £1 back in 2011...." Is the writer positing a causal link, here?

Not only was it a disaster, you contrived to watch it sober. Let that be a lesson to you. Six pints and you'll be taking the positives out of it.

On reflection, any half decent player might well feel stressed when asked to play with that lot, out there, on display, today.

A Spaniard with no cojones, playing for a Portuguese who grew up fighting bulls: a scenario always likely to end in tears.

I think that somebody, one of those empowered, should change the title of this thread to: Turning Shame at Hampden into Complete, Abject Humiliation at Ibrox.

Personally, I fear that they will not win another game this season.

After 40mins, Sky tells us Rangers have had 1 shot at goal, fhilthfootballclub 11. Actually, that is shameful.

Their passing is appalling: either telegraphed, or badly executed. Their marking at set pieces leaves a lot to be desired, with fhilth fc's major goal threats seemingly being given freedom of the paddock.

Through beer goggles, darkly, is often the best, the only, way to watch, depending on form, both your own, and that of the team. I prescribe a kerry-oot, of substantial content.

In other occupations it would, in all likelihood, be held to be a potential conflict of interest. The problem, in practice, is that if you allow players to bet on matches , that privilege is likely to be abused; from the use of 'inside' information on the player's own team, or, perhaps exchanged between mates, who play elsewhere, for the opposition, say, on form, injuries, tactics, the star striker's marital issues, and so on, akin to 'insider trading', through 'spot fixing' or influencing the no. of fouls, throw ins, corners, cards, own goals etc., to full blown match fixing. The temptation to indulge in such behaviour would be increased by lack of success in the betting market.

I believe that this is 'smart, casual', in the Gallowgate slophouse dress code.

More probably Blind Turlough O'Carolan.

If memory serves, our referees lost the strike (a walk out unarguably engendered by that New Renaissance Man, Neil Lennon, and sellikfootballclub). Failing to win an industrial dispute of that nature will generally make those defeated think long and hard about repeating the experience. The success of Pinhead the Hand Puppet's false flag operation, flying in foreign referees, under, quite blatantly, false pretences, may help crystallise officials' thinking, although whether it would be as easy for the SFA to repeat the blacklegging operation is a matter for conjecture. A no. of the foreign officials were perturbed that the Scottish football authorities had lied to them about the reason that their services were required. The gentlemen of the media, I need hardly add, behaved like the sellik lickspittles they are, which aided neither the officials' cause, nor the pursuit of truth, one whit. At the moment, the League, unfortunately, is done, and even if the officials decided to withdraw their labour, the teams most likely to suffer are those fighting for promotion, or against relegation, and not the outfit responsible for alienating the referees in the first place. It is, therefore not, tactically, the optimum time to down tools, or whistles and flags for that matter. One rather hopes that the match officials will nurse their grievances, keeping them warm, hopefully red hot and furious, until competitions resume. Next season will, I imagine, see the fhilth cock-a-rahoops with themselves; their hauteur, together with their sense of entitlement, and their control of parties within the Association, and the League, will result in further and increasing disenchantment among the officials. It may prove to be an interesting season, off the field of play.