DOWN here, in God's Orange County, NOT being a Rangers' supporter is grounds for being dubbed: "The Only Gay In The Village". For instance, when I say "The Sash" was my school song - I am not completely kidding.
The on-going stooshies in the script of Edmiston Drive, that long-running football "soap", which has, these past two and a bit years, been far-more entertaining than River City, continues to exercise minds down here.
Just this week, I found one of my friends, a retired polis, almost in tears as he considered the awful truth - the current tribute act could well go the way of real Rangers (1872-2012). This prospect is, to him and many others around here, very real.
At least, it helps keep our tortured Scottish minds off our nation's absence from the World Cup.
NOT that all is sweetness and light in the East End of Glasgow. On paper, their new manager seems like the same sort of Scandinavian, left-field recruit as The Magnificent Seven proved to be back then. There is a lot to be enthusiastic and excited about in his CV.
However, managing Celtic is not quite like managing a provincial Norwegian team - not lerast when it comes to meeting the expectations of the fan base. Still, Peter Lawwell hasn't made too-many mistakes thus far, so, we wish Ronald well.
More-worrying, perhaps, was that the Celtic big bosses felt it necessary to recruit the Blessed Bunnet to try to engourage the natives into buying season tickets.
IT WILL be interesting to see who gets the Easter Road gig. The Championship is already shaping-up to be THE division in Scotland in the new season, and, IF, after so-many recent bad appointments, Hibs get it right, they will, at the very least, be looking at a promotion play-off place.
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