SOMEBODY
has to say it, and, it might as well be me. If there was a 10,000 lb
gorilla in the room back when Rangers were imploding and being sold,
that gorilla's bigger, older brother just stepped in – following
the speculation that Michael O'Neill is a candidate for the Ibrox
poisoned chalice of being the club manager.
Michael O'Neill
That
“gorilla” is the fact, O'Neill is a Roman Catholic from Northern
Ireland. Certainly, Rangers, the arch-Protestant club, has had Roman
Catholic managers before, but, neither Paul Le Guen or Pedro the
Portuguese of recent memory lasted very long in the hot seat. Yes,
they were RC, but, they were foreign, from Roman Catholic countries
on the continent of Europe.
O'Neill
for all his well-deserved Membership of the most excellent Order of
the British Empire, is, to many of those Rangers fans who make the
weekly crossing from Northern Ireland, to support the club: “A
Taig”, one of the still-oppressed Roman Catholic community in that
part of Ireland.
As
it happens, I believe he would be a good manager of the club, as
would Derek McInnes, the other candidate being supported by another
section of Scottish Football's Lap Top Loyal in the press. But, the
question for both to ponder is: “Do I want the aggro?”
Derek McInnes, the other newspaper favourite for the Ibrox gig
McInnes,
being a former player, might think it a risk worth taking, to leave
the stability of Pittodrie for the uncertainty of a debt-ridden club,
without a credit line to a bank, with a stadium in sore need of a bit
of money spending on it, a fractured squad – many of whom are, to
be brutally frank: “not Rangers class”, and a “Glib and
Shameless Liar” as a Chairman. It would a leap of faith of Indiana
Jones proportions to go for that particular Holy Grail of
re-establishing Rangers as the Kings of Scottish Football.
All
these minus points also apply to Michael O'Neill, with the added
aggravation of his religion. There is an unstable, you might say “aff
their heids” element in the Rangers support, whom sadly the current
upper management, and the one before them, have pandered to. They
have this sense of entitlement, that Rangers should be the leading
side in Scotland, that they win every match. “We are the People”
is their battle cry. They roar out their Protestant anthems
defiantly.
Ian "Dan" Archer - his description of Rangers' fans still holds true
They
truly still are: “A Permanent Embarrassment and an Occasional
Disgrace”. And, it is over 30-years since the late, great Ian “Dan”
Archer coined that phrase. Imagine that section of the club's
following's reaction to a Northern Irish Roman Catholic manager
presiding over a Rangers team which was hammered by Celtic.
Michael
O'Neill has lived in Scotland since his playing days. He knows the
territory. He is a gifted manager and an intelligent human being. As
things stand, he and his family live a quiet, untroubled life here.
All that would change if he took the Rangers job. Does he want that
aggravation?
He
and Neil Lennon - another gifted manager and intelligent human being
who has swapped the life of a Roman Catholic in Northern Ireland for
Scottish football, and prospered. I do not know Neil Lennon – or
Michael O'Neill for that matter – but, football-writing friends who
do, tell me, at social functions or, when given peace to go about his
personal business in the West End of Glasgow, Neil Lennon is a
delight to be with.
But,
he occasionally gets aggravation from the lunatic element within the
Rangers following. I would suggest, were O'Neill to become Rangers
manager, he would risk the same bother. For all the big salary, and
the kudos of success. Would Michael O'Neill want the downside of the
job. Remember, Alex Ferguson, like McInnes a Rangers fan and former
player, well-established at Aberdeen, turned down the chance to
manager Rangers because he didn't fancy the aggro which would accrue
due to his wife being a Roman Catholic
What
a state we are in, that, in this year of 2017, the fall-out from a
glorified skirmish on the banks of some wee river in Ireland 327
years ago still casts a long and dark shadow over Scottish football.
Aye, we really are a sad, wee backward football nation in some ways.
I
WAS speaking to a couple of the saner elements in the Scottish
Football Writers' Association this week; two guys who would not join
the Lap Top Loyal, even if asked. They told me, they ha rather
enjoyed their day-out at the Scotland v Samoa rugby international at
BT Murrayfield.
Dominic McKay of the SRU
Clearly,
the SRU are determined, if they can to attract big football games to
their national stadium, so, they invited a group of the leading fitba
writers along as corporate guests. The ever-so-sharp Dominic McKay
did the honours and, it is fair to say, the scribes enjoyed the
scoff, the occasion and being treated like important people, after
the abuse they get from some of the Hampden suits.
As
I have said, I could live with football's big games at Murrayfield –
but, I caution the fitba writers, remember that old joke about the
Devil showing some potential inhabitants a Hell which was all verdant
golf courses and sun shine. They signed-up, then discovered, Hell
really was a Hell of fire and brimstone. On complaining, Auld Nick
replied: “When I showed you round, I was recruiting.”
TWO
words for all those moaning about Scotland not going to Russia next
year: “Shut Up.”
Next
year's jamboree in Russia will only be the fifth successive
tournament we have missed. Northern Ireland were screwed by a
terrible penalty decision, and thus miss-out on their eighth
successive final tournament, while Italy did not qualify, for the
first time since 1958, and they've WON the bloody thing four times.
AND
FINALLY – the draw for the semi-finals of the Irn-Bru Cup is made
later today.
Am
I alone in hoping Crusaders from Northern Ireland and the New Saints
from Wales are kept apart, and, that they reach the final. Maybe if
that happens, we will finally see the over-long tail on the dog that
is Scottish senior football “docked” and change implemented.
We
have too-many senior teams, most of whom are unworthy of that label.
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