THE cynic in me is almost tempted to say: "Mark Warburton will be Fulham manager by the New Year". After all, in football, the likelihood of a manager coming or going from a club is in inverse proportion to the denials issued; i.e. the more a chairman proclaims his support for an under-fire manager - the likelier an early sacking. And, the more a manager says he is staying put, the more-likely it is he is trawling property websites elsewhere in the country of an evening.
However, if you have been in-charge at Ibrox for just a few months, and have seen the level of support your team is getting, in the second tier, might it not be hugely tempting to hang around and experience that atmosphere, in the top-flight, more-so when the team from the East End of the city comes calling?
Warburton will be given time to sort-out the Rangers Tribute Act and perhaps lay the foundations of a top-flight recovery, to the point when the likes of I will drop the words Tribute Act, when referring to the team playing out of Ibrox. And, make no mistake, getting the club into a position where they are the principal challengers to Celtic will not be an overnight job.
The potential worry for Warburton is - is the cash there?
Funding a recovery job and getting Fulham back into the Premiership is possible - the money will be there. Keeping them in the top-flight in England might be more-difficult.
The current squad at Ibrox is well-enough equipped to win promotion, but, once up there, it will not challenge Celtic unless some serous cash is splashed in better players. Is the money there for this?
Good question - next one please.
AFTER the weekend's virtual wipe-out of Scottish football, that old hoary chestnut about changing the timing of the season has raised its head again.
The problem, as always is - you are as likely to get a sudden heavy snowfall in Scotland in August as December. Enough rain to swamp the country could fall in any given 24-hour period of the 365 possible in a calendar year.
In other words, no matter how we re-schedule the season, given our weather pattern, we would still see games called-off at short notice.
Sure, if the money was there, we could see every club playing on an artificial surface, beneath a roof. But, the money is not there, will never be there, and, in any case, the factors mentioned in the previous paragraph would still come into play - and the chances would be, half the potential fans could not get to a game.
If God loves the Scots so-much, how come we got such shit weather, to go with our shit neighbours, and our shit football?
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