A New Career For Ally

SHOULD we really have been surprised at Dundee United slapping down the Rangers tribute act at Ibrox yesterday? After all, United knocking teams who play their home games at that ground has become fairly common in recent years - even back when "Rangers" were actually Rangers.

 

However, for me, the fact that a workmanlike United win became an emphatic one, on the back of a massive boob by the tribute act's goalkeeper was further confirmation of the unfortunate (for him) fact that, Ally canny manage.

 

The old Rangers was ailing for years. As someone who had seen, at close quarters, how his management practices with MIM ruined Scottish basketball, then seen the same practices continue with Rangers, I always knew the Murray Years would end in tears.

 

OK, I never saw the carnage the Whyte shite would bring in its wake, but, cannot help thinking, if Murray had been a better owner, then Whyte would never have happened and we would still have been speaking about Rangers, rather than a tribute act.

 

Of course, Ra Peepul still need something to believe in, but, with every passing week, fewer and fewer believe in Ally.

 

It is, I feel, time for Fat Sally to resign, go away somewhere quiet, lose a lot of weight, re-invent himself, get a new act together and get back on the road.

 

Tommy Docherty doesn't get out much these days; well the old trouper is as old as Bruce Forsyth, so, the position of Football's Court Jester is up for grabs. If he quits Rangers, goes away and works on his act, Ally could be making good money - not perhaps as good as he is getting for making the tribute act a laughing stock -  but still, more than enough to live well off.

 

The tribute act. Difficult. If they carry-on as they are, it will all end in further tears. All hope has not yet gone, but, the end cannot be far away, unless things change, and change radically.

 

There is, however, one thing about the tribute act, which I cannot fathom. Even a cursory browse through the on-line forums lets one find umpteen posts from various members of the Celtic Family, reminding Ra Peepul - "Your team's deid" etc.

 

I have always felt, with a tribute act, it's maybe best to big-up their enthusiasm, admire their chutzpah in seeking to fill the void, but, don't obsess.

 

This current "Rangers" is no threat to the current Celtic hegemony, so, you can safely ignore it Celtic fans.

 

 

 

THESE are tough times for the guys who run Scotland's media sports desks, because, matters are rapidly approaching a tipping point.

 

Some day soon, they will have to start giving Women's Football more than token coverage. The way our girls are pushing for World Cup qualification is making the moment when they are taken seriously come ever closer.

 

Now, Sweden, their main rivals in the qualifying group, will be very very formidable opponents. Indeed, the Swedes will start as favourites when the two nations meet, but, why shouldn't the Scots lassies win. 

 

As the father of four Scots lassies, all I can say is, if our women footballers are as thrawn and aggressive as my daughters, we're home and dry.

 

Mind you, if they make the same daft decisions under pressure as mine have made - oh dear, oh dear, oh dear - disaster for Scotland: as my old mucker David Francey used to say.