Uilleam

One should not expect objectivity from a football commentator styling himself as "Liam".

The fhilth hasn't had a big name since Vennegoor of Hesselink left.

Rasllik is a cult ( or a 'culture', as McGlone would have it) of unreason.

Why can't they merely increase the size of the dressing room? There are many, among the support, who would be happy to price such works on a cash basis.

I was thinking (like a sellik man taking a bath, not done well, but surprising to see it happen at all) during the early morning monsoon in Glasgow, about the world's favourite underdogs, Lincoln Red Imps. Suppose, I thought, the Imps were holding the advantage at the piggery tonight, say, 0 - 0, 1 - 1, whatever, at, say, around the 73rd minute or thereby, when the heavens opened again, which looks far from unlikely, flooding the pitch, washing away the main stand, backing up the sewers, ruining makeup and outfits (rendering Brenda's special friend unplayable), and causing the abandonment of the match. Would the tie be awarded to Gibraltar's Finest?

Did she, indeed. Consorting with entirely the wrong sort of people now.......

Yes, and aren't we glad of it?

That would be a start.

Agreed, although the going rate for an uncapped L'pool reserve seems to be c 15M GBP. I thought that Brenda - on the prowl for a centre back, and with money to burn, we are told - might have been in for Hanley. After all, his pace would not embarrass the rest of the piggery defence.

May we describe any of these people as even 'neutral' when it comes to Rangers?

I doubt that he and his like are getting rich on fleecing the damaged, the deluded, the demented, and the downright deranged, but perhaps they take salaries. It is clearly exploitative, no matter the return.

But....terms rejected out of hand.....contract rebel......English clubs alerted.....Warburton's plans disrupted.... Was all of this merely malign spin from that barrel of fannies the contents of which style themselves "football writers"?

Hold the front page - we have a bigger splash.

Thank you all for the clarification. I have never seen his organ: a magazine which, like himself, clearly suffers from lack of penetration.

Who is this moron, and why is he wasting Building Control time? Is he merely another one of these Rangers' hating multi taskers who can masturbate and tap out tripe on the keyboard simultaneously? (That does take talent, granted.) I would be worried if King was not proposing to undertake repairs, maintenance, and cosmetic improvements.

He's a card, right enough, old Gessler. Mind you, it is an improvement, surely, and no grounds for complaint?

RvP to Ibrox would be sensational. It is unlikely, I concede. However even the slightest chance of such a coup is putting rahoops support into a lather, or, more accurately, whatever its equivalent of a lather is.

Any results like last night, and he'll need more than a wig.

I think that the boy has talent, but like O'Connor, and Riordan before, from the same club, there is too much of the ned about him. Curious. Are they in some way related? Incest is just another shag in Pilton or Prestonpans, I am told. Me? I never go east of High Street, since you ask.

A guttersnipe supporter, of a guttersnipe club, run by guttersnipe, managed by guttersnipe, represented by guttersnipe, for guttersnipe.

Ignacio Novo, a man named after the founder , and 1st Superior General of the Society of Jesus, aka, The Jesuits. O Tempora! O Mores! No wonder the Papes lost to the Apes.

At Least Barnes Could Rap, At Least Ronnie Could Rabbit

If English has any pretension to being a journalist, he should know that Warburton v Rodgers is a great story, one of significance to Scottish fitba', and one which he should be glad to see running for the whole season, if not more, (Red Imps result notwithstanding). However he takes, avidly, the BBC (Scotland) shilling. and its editorial line, which may be summarised as "Rangers is bad". We should expect, therefore, nothing but negativity at best, open hostility at worst from this preening and posturing prick, a company man to the bottom of his publicly filled purse.

And prepared both to work and to look after their diet, lifestyle, etc, to that end. All, of course, under the all seeing eye of The Magic Hat. Refreshing.

Professionalism, I think you will find it called.