Rangers, Rangers, Rangers
Caution: Football fans only need read on.
I was never good enough to play for Rangers. There were too many players mentally stronger and technically better. That’s life and life goes on. However, given the chance I’d have played for the Teddy Bears for nothing. There’s thousands who would say the same. Football in the west of Scotland can take on a Shanklyesque obsession- for some it is their whole life.
We’ve been taking a good kicking the last few months for the sins of a few individuals. Yesterday we were demoted to division three, the lowest rung in professional football in Scotland. The majority of Rangers fans weren’t bothered by this decision. Let’s see how those at the top cope without us. And in time the wounded giant will be back. Will they still be there?
Ally McCoist remains in charge of the light blues. His status as a legend assured by the volume of goals scored for the club it has risen ten-fold by the way he has acquitted himself through the crisis. Not for nothing is the man called Super. And who knows, maybe in time it’ll be Sir Super.
I have never had much confidence in myself as a writer and am still amazed that anyone reads my musings so I hope no one thinks this is a sad or angry post (assuming this musing is read, of course). I could not be happier. That’s what being a Rangers fan does for you.
* The title of this blog is a healthy alternative to that septic titled blog set by Soutie many moons ago.