THANKS to my BT
broadband subscription, I was able to enjoy last night's Kilmarnock v
Rangers game, without having to actually travel to Rugby Park.
Well, maybe “enjoy”
was the wrong word – quite frankly, the game was mince. A cracking
opener from Boydie, an even-better equaliser from James Tavernier, a
superb save from Jamie Macdonald, a contender for the worst “tackle”
we will see all season, which rightly earned a red card, and the
usual mix of genuine and controversial contentious refereeing
decisions. Nothing I saw changed my mind, the title is Celtic's to
lose.
Rangers are fielding a
team, few of whom are “Rangers Class”. The cry is still “No
Defenders”. Worse, Ra Peepul again decided to use the platform of a
televised game to unleash the worst chapters of their song book.
Never mind, the backbone, and the will to punish their indiscretions
simply does not exist at Hampden, or, more-crucially, at the top of
the famed marble staircase.
When you have "Neds" running the club, is it any wonder the Neds on the terraces believe they can do and sing what they like?
I do not care if it the
old club continuing, or a new club; the team on the park still
attracts a following which is a constant embarrassment and now more
than occasional disgrace. Mind you, what good is the Offensive
Behaviour at Football Act, if Ra Peepul can still sing their filth at
will?
Come on SPFL and SFA,
grow a pair and shut them up.
There is nothing more
to be said today.
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