Tell The Truth Lads - Celtic Were Miles Better Than A Poor Rangers Outfit

FOR all the efforts of the Lap Top Loyal and the other apologists for the currently mis-firing Rangers, only the most-myopic of Ra Peepul will believe any of the: “The gap's not that big” guff being spouted.

Sunday's League Cup semi-final could so-easily have been another five-goal humping for Rangers, but, even if Celtic's superiority was not reflected in the score line, it was all-too-evident to anyone not watching through red white an blue specs.

Then cometh the fall-out, and, first out of the traps was Graeme Souness, calling for Rangers to spend, spend, spend in an effort to close the gap. Given it was Souness's spending which forced the Lawrence family to bail-out of Ibrox after many years, then sent David Murray down the road penury – it might be wise for that honest and upright citizen of the Republic of South Africa, Mr David Cunningham King to lift the telephone and say: “Graeme, shut the fuck up, you've caused enough damage”.

Rangers' problem is no so-much that they've undr-spent, more they've taken Ike Turner as an example – Tina's former husband once famously showed it was possible to spend $1 million on tat from Woolworths – that's the showbiz equivalent of Rangers' current policy of buying guys who couldn't cut it in the lower reaches of the English Championship and below.

IF, back when the SFA and the SPFL decided some form of “Rangers” HAD TO be kept in Scottish football, the reprieved club had opted to believe in youth and build through the lower leagues, then, perhaps, today they would have a squad of young, thrusting Scottish players, who had come through the ranks and were keen to show what they could do. A squad which would surely have given Celtic more of a game than their mercenaries have managed thus far.

GOOD to see and hear Stuart Regan's spirited defence of Wee Gordon Strachan this week, in the face of the half-hearted “Strachan Must Go” campaign, currently being whipped-up by some of the weans writing about football or commentating on the game in the mainstream media.

Regan maybe isn't the cleverest, but, he knows, it wouldn't matter who was Scotland boss, because of the stumblebums from the clubs that he has to deal with on a daily basis, changing the manager will not mean Scotland will qualify for the 2018 World Cup Finals.

I really am getting fed-up pointing this out, but, I will keep saying it until something happens.

I HAD a minor victory at the weekend. For years, I have been trying to get the excellent Tom Johnston, the man with the hardest job in Scottish football, as Secretary of the SJFA, to list the Scottish Junior Cup draw, alphabetically.

For Saturday's second round, he did it, which made reading through the results a bit easier. Nice one Tom.

YOU KNOW, “The Greatest League In The World” and all that shite – the English Premiership. Well, this week, I watched a couple of games, Liverpool v Manchester United and Chelsea v Manchester United.

Maybe it was the presence of Man U in both games, but, I have to say, the game at Anfield was absolute mince, a 90-minute boring snoozefest, while all I can say about United's isplay at Stamford Bridge is: “The cry was no defenders”.

I've seen better games at Rosebank Park, Lugar – home of the mighty Lugar Boswell Thistle.