'Tis The Season To Be Jolly - Aye Right

THESE are hard times for Scottish football; indeed, it is maybe just as well we have the annual season of excess to divert our attention from the state of the national game.

In Europe, we are, again, on the outside, looking longingly in; ditto, on the world stage, as we contemplate the coming summer's events in Brazil - with our national side in its now-familiar role: looking-on.

Still, the Tartan Army's ability to always look on the bright side of life will spark into life come February, and the draw for the 2016 Eruos - even though, that inate optimism might not survive the reality of the group draw, should we, as is our want, end up in a Group of Death.

Celtic's gubbing in the Camp Nuo in midweek was almost a milestone - we cannot go on like this; doing nothing is not an option. However, what will Celtic and the SFA do? In all probability - nothing.

For Celtic, I feel their problems are all in their collective heads. The squad are convinced they are far better than any domestic opposition they face, but, somehow, seem to freeze when asked to notch-up their game a couple of levels. Too-often this season, failing to do this.

Perhaps Neil Lennon should invest in a good sports psychologist to try to get more from his troops. I don't, by the way, buy into this: "Celtic need to find a scorer" guff. I reckon their problem is as much one of not creating chances in Europe, than in not having a man to take them.

They should, perhaps, work harder in training and in games - or is that the simplistic answer? Gary Player always insisted: "The harder I work - the luckier I get." There is sense in that Saffer saying.

How about telling the squad - no win bonuses in domestic games, until you've scored at least three goals, that way, they get used to scoring.

The Magical (rather than Malky Munro's Maryhill) Magyrs of Puskas & Co used to warm-up for putting six or seven goals on diddy sides like England by beating the Budapest Taxi Drivers XI, or the Hungarian Post Office Select by a barrow-load. Celtic are, in the Premiership, regularly playing sides of that standard - Hibs, Kilmarnock, St Mirren et al - so, wee Neil should be maybe encouraging goal-scoring.

If nothing else: if they score four, you score five, makes for great entertainment.

IN A previous post, I called for some media scrutiny of the Easdales, and lo, it came to pass, that one of them (I cannot tell them apart), broke cover to have what amounted to a pre-match tennis knock-up with the BBC's Al Lamont (one of the many young guns in present-day Scottish media circles to have been promoted way past his talents).

Easdale took a lot of words, to say very little. As my dear old bigoted proddie faither might have said: "No Rangers class son, definitely no Rangers class".

SFA apparatchick Jim Fleeting - the man who committed the biggest boob in Scottish football in the past 40-years, when he sired a child who would grow up to be the greatest Scottish international goal-scorer ever, but made her a lassie rather than a boy - always maintained: "You can play football in rain and snow, but, you cannot play football in high wind".

That eternal truism was demonstated again yesterday.

We need indoor stadia in Scotland - now.

MY teen-aged grand-daughter is an athlete - a 400 metres runner. Right now she is out of action with glandular fever - "the kissing disease" as it is known; well, she claims kissing has nothing to do with it!!

However, her timing is terrible, as she isn't training just now and will not be able to resume until February at the earliest. This will leave her with little time to be in-shape for the Scottish Schools Athletics Championships in June, which, this year, will be held at Hampden Park as a warm-up for the Commonwealth Games.

A chance to perform at Hampden and she gets injured - it's infuriating, but, the same thing happened to me 50 years ago.

  

Random Thoughts During The Lull Before The Storm

AFTER all the noise and fury, following events at Motherwell on Friday night, it's back to the fitba tonight, and Celtic's 2013-14 European finale in Barcelona. It would be terrific if the Hoops could go out on a high, by maybe beating their hosts, but, I am not holding my breath. With all the recent interest on the antics of the small-minded small children in the Celtic Family, the quiet majority deserve a wee lift.

 

 

 

I HAVE long been dismissive, if not downright hostile, to the mental processes, such as they are, and the professionalism of my English colleagues in the Fourth Estate of fitba; but, frankly, it is getting worse.

 

I watched the first half of last night's Manchester United game - the second half had to go, couldn't miss Last Tango In Halifax, but, as I switched over, I was laughing at the negative comments of the talking heads on ITV.

 

Of course, Roy Keane has an anti-United, perhaps anti-Moyes agenda. Not all that deep-down, this so-far prime example of the well-known fact: great players seldom make great managers, is convinced he and not Moyes should be United manager, so, we can treat his comments with kid gloves. But the rest of them -jings crivvens, help ma Boab.

 

I switched over convinced there would only be one winner, and it wouldn't be Shaktar Donesk. For all their pretty football, the visitors never truly panicked the United rearguard; it was only a matter of time before United scored - as they did.

 

United - as with most teams towards the end of a long managerial reign, did need freshening-up this season; the new men Moyes has brought in are still bedding-in. As we up here know from the Old Firm, switching to one of the really big teams, in any league, is never easy.

 

I don't see United making a real impact on Europe this season - but, I do see them finishing near the top in the English League - reports that Moyes cannot cut it at Old Trafford are, like much of the output from the English media, premature and wide of the mark.

 

 

 

THE above said - that was a terrific programme on ITV4 last night, which pitted Mr Keane head-to-head with Patrick Viera. If you missed it, see if you can look it up on the ITVplayer.

 

I would have liked to have watched the following programme, on Didier Drogba, but, at my age, I needed my kip.

 

 

 

AND, while I am having a go at the English Media - when will some responsible section of the Scottish media - no tittering at the back there - enlighten us on the Easdale brothers.

 

We hear a lot of nudge, nudge, gossip and speculation anent the brothers, who have emerged as the would-be Godfathers of the Rangers Family; but, real insight have we none.

 

Surely, somebody, somewhere in the corridors of media power in Scotland has, at some point of late, said to an underling: "Why don't we do a bit of digging and find out who these guys are and what they are about - and I mean more than 'wealth off the radar' and such pish?"

 

The Easdales look likely to be the guys running Rangers for the next wee while - who are they?

 

 

 

BIG Shuggie Macdonald in the Herald did a nice wee interview this morning on Graham "Jammy Bar Steward" Hunter, the Aberdonian who is the go-to man for the British media when they want a Spanish fitba story.

 

I remember Graham when he first appeared in out midst as a young tyro with Scotland on Sunday. Graham didn't assimilate himself into the Borg who cover the Scottish game, he didn't play the Scottish newspaper game and, as such, he was somewhat mistrusted.

 

There were a couple of other youngsters around at the time, who, with Graham, went South and prospered, but, only Graham had the cojones to break the mould and head for Spain, with breath-takingly successful results for him.

 

The other two have been instrumental in lifting the standard of English football writing, but Hunter is that absolute rarity - a Scot who has succeeded in football in Europe. It was nice to see Big Shuggie acknowledging his success this morning.

 

 

 

FINALLY, the success of the blogsphere has brought about a new species - the internet warrior. I know, I am one.

 

Some of us chuck our opinions around willy-nilly; I, for instance, pride myself in having opinions on all aspects of Scottish fitba, even if, not unnaturally, I seem to spend a lot of time on a mere two clubs.

 

There are, however, some bloggers who obsess with one or other of the big two and, of these, perhaps the most-high-profile are my old mate Davie Leggat, of LeggoLand fame and Phil Mac Giolla Bhain.

 

Now, some commentators think Davie and Phil are two cheeks of the same arse, letting rip with a load of shite on a daily basis. Not true.

 

Both are obsessed with Rangers - Davie, because, as past Right Worthy Master of the Lap-Top Loyal, he wears the most-buffed pair of brown brogues in Scotland. He cares about his club and can barely bring himself to type the C word.

 

Phil, on the other hand, claims to be THE tribune to the Celtic Family; he even moved his family back to Donegal because life had become unbearable in Catholic and Celtic-hating Scotland. Yet, he obsesses with the other side, although, his out-pourings are far more readable when he, as he occasionally does, he turns his spotlight on Celtic.

 

Not this week though, with all that has transpired since Friday night, you might have expected his take on things, but, no, silence. How sad.

Well Done Mr Lawwell

JINGS, crivvens, help ma Boab - wee Peter Lawwell has finally found his bravery pills. Sorry, that's a bit unfair, well done the Celtic CEO for grasping the nettle and giving the Green Brigade the skelp on the erse they have had coming for a long time.

 

He might well have banned more, acted with more harshness, but, as a shot across the bows of the Green Brigade,this was a cracker. Let's hope it works.

 

It will be interesting to see how "The Greatest Fans In The World" act in Barcelona this week. Let's hope wiser counsels prevail and the Bhoys behave.

 

Meanwhile, across the city the Silly Party and the Monster Raving Looney Party are still going at it hammer and tongs in the run up to the Rangers AGM. I somehow think the Spivs in the Sharp Suits and the Spivs in the Brown Brogues deserve each other. They really are like two baldie men fighting over a comb.

 

The lot currently in charge are spending their capital faster than even Viv Nicholson managed; those who would be the Kings, well - I don't think they've got the money they will need if Rangers 2012 are not to join Rangers 1872 in the dustbin of history.

 

You see, the thing which makes me fear that we might have to go through another dose of administration, liquidation, re-birth, demotion, demonstrations and financial jiggery-pokery is the fact - the Rangers fans have a long history of backing the wrong horse.

 

They put their trust in the old Unionist Party - which, some 50-years ago, sold-out to the English Tories. They put their trust in David Murray, who, as those who had followed his sporting involvement since his days in basketball and who kent his faither, had their fears that it would all, as happened with his father and his basketball teams, go pear-shaped. They put their trust in "a billionaire whose weealth is off the radar" - and we remember what happened there. Then, they put their trust in a blunt, plain-taling Yorkshireman, who told them what they wanted to hear. Now, apparently, they are putting their trust in a Gang of Four whose track record, such as it is, is sketchy and who, apparently, don't fancy putting too-much of their hard-earned personal fortunes into rescuing Rangers. Do I see a pattern emerging here?

 

Then there is the splintered state of the Rangers Family. The green Brigade may well be the black sheep of the Celtic Family, the spoilt little boys doing daft things int he corner and saying: "Notice us, please notice us". But, around Parkhead there is the GB and the rest of the family.

 

Across the city we have umpteen different lodges, all occupied by small groups, and all with their own agendas - between them, they appear to have just one mission in life - to restore Rangers to what they see as the club's rightful place - beating Celtic regularly and dominating Scottish football.

 

That's a long way from where their club is right now - and, I don't see them coming together and coming-up with a cogent plan designed to get them to where they want to be.

 

And, I fear, somewhere, perhaps in the ranks of the likes of the Sons of Struth, is a mirror image of the Green Brigade.

 

Now, as we stand on the cusp of 2014 - forward tho a canna see - I guess and  fear.

 

 

 

FINALLY, may I be allowed to put on my Ayrshire-made, Kilmarnock bunnet and say: "Well done Boydie", after Kris Boyd drew level with the Magnificent Seven as the most-prolific goal-scorer in the modern age in Scottish football.

 

As Kris quite rightly points out, as a footballer, he's not in the same class as the marvellous Swede, but, when it comes to putting the ball in the net - he's the best Scottish-born and trained scorer we've had in a generation or two.

 

In some countries a goal-scorer with Boyd's aptitude would be told: "Just hang around the opposition penalty area and put the ball in the net when it comes to you".

 

His team-mates would be told something like the  advice memorably given by the Army football team captain to his side, in George Macdonald Fraser's wonderful book: 'The General Danced At Dawn': "Just feed him, he's bewitched". (the team had a maverick winger who, when he was "on" was unplayable - in this game, he was exactly that).

 

But, not in Scotland. Boydie, apparently, doesn't track back, cannot tackle, is selfish - aye, but, he scores goals; let's celebrate him.

 

 

 

WHEN it comes to the vexed question of match fixing, I cannot forget a story once told by Ally MacLeod, during one of his four hours long, press conferences/post-match analysis sessions/ piss-ups involving the press corps in his pokey wee office under the stairs at Somerset Park.

 

It was around the time as the celebrated match-fixing case involving Bruce Grobbellar, and Ally told of the time, when he was a stripling with Third Lanarm, there were allegations of betting coups involving fixed Thirds games.

 

At training one night, as the implications of the case were being discussed, an indignant Ally spoke: "Well, I've never played in a match that was fixed  - I'm sure I'd have noticed."

 

One of the veteran Thirds defenders then spoke up: "Ally, you have, and you never noticed".

 

Ally always thought, to fix a match, you would need to nobble, both goalkeepers, one defender and a striker from the other side - and that wouldn't be easy.

 

However, these days, with in-play betting on such issues as whether or not there will be a booking in the next ten minutes - it is much easier for the bad guys to get the incident they want arranged - and, sadly, given the lack of cash in Scottish football, Scottish players will always be vulnerable to illegal approaches.  

Parkhead To Ibrox - The Gulf Of Glasgow

THERE must have been, over the past two years or so of turmoil, been few days which more-vividly demonstrate the vast gulf which currently exists between the two traditional power players in Scottish football than this morning's back pages.

 

On the one hand you have the reports on Celtic's thorough and clinical dismantling of Motherwell - third in the Premiership remember: a five-goal thrashing handed out to the Steel Men, on their own Fir Park pitch; on the other hand you have the latest round of name-calling in the battle for "the soul" of Rangers (if that isn't an oxymoron).

 

The current Rangers Chairman might, for all we know, be a pillar of Sussex society; he may be well-thought-of in "The City"; he might know his way around and be able to deliver an impressive balance sheet; but, at a time when the SS Rangers is side-on to a tsunami of issues, any one of which might swamp and cause it to founder - the big question down Edmiston Drive way seems to be: Is he one of us?

 

And, certain factions in the fo'c'sle seem to think not. Cue another round of bitterness - something the boys in the brown brogues, you have to admit, do rather well.

 

Sure, Celtic are out of Europe, even though they still have the small matter of a trip to Barcelona to come this week. Yes, between Scott Brown's wee rush of shite to his tiny brain, and a lack-lustre off-night in Amsterdam, the best team in Scotland managed to shoot themselves fatally in both feet in a group in which they had to function at maximum efficiency from start to finish.

 

But, domestically - and remember, you have to conquer Scotland just to reach the foothills of Europe - they are starting to look ominously impressive. So, here we have it - Celtic is where it is at in Scotland these days: Rangers are the comic interlude.

 

Or, to put it in historical Glaswegian context - Celtic are Morecambe and Wise - Rangers are Mike and Bernie Winters.

 

 

 

GARY Lineker's efforts at humour - well, they are seldom funny. He kicked-off the BBC's coverage of the World Cup draw yesterday by inviting the viewers to predict how-far England might go, and, when around 20% of the respondents suggested they might struggle to get out of a group, not even known at that point, he "quipped": "Scotland has voted".

 

Doesn't the crisp-muncher realise: we Scots WANT England to reach the quarter-finals, a stage in the World Cup, which, by England having reached it, sets the English Media off into a fervour of "It's our game - we taught the world", "England Expects", "This time - we're gonna get it right this time", "England's golden generation" and so-forth.

 

Then, the rug is swiftly pulled from under their feet and, as ever, refusing to face the reality - they're shite, expensive, over-priced shite, but, still SHITE - the English media start calling for heads. And, up here, we love it.

 

It's what World Cups are made for; so we can acknowledge our brilliance. Of course, we long ago realised, Scotland are Shite; but, we can live with this and we get our kicks from the realisation that, England too are shite, only, unlike us, the English haven't realised this.

 

I must admit, however, a sneaking admiration for Roy Hodgson. He has, I feel, made the best of the impossible job of dampening-down English hopes, and, actually, a quarter-finals finish would be a good result for the present England squad.

 

In truth, the draw hasn't been good for England. A fired-up Balotelli first up, in terrible conditions in which to play the high-tempo English game; followed by Uruguay, in what might be Diego Forlan's last hurrah, not forgetting that controversial chap from Liverpool determined to show the English press what he's all about - then, perhaps dis-spirited by two defeats and their media's measured response to this - a return to Belo Horizonte, of blessed memory.

 

Brazil just might be England's Argentina. Oh PLEASE!!!

 

 

 

I NOTED this week, some suggestion that Michel Platini fancies the introduction of Rugby's ten-minutes in the sin bin for yellow card offences. As someone as at home covering Rugby as football, can I say: Bring it on.

 

I have long felt, ten minutes in the sin bin for cautionable offences or for "professional" fouls or a lack of respect for referees, just might in time, cure football's ills. I wouldn't stop there, however. Bring-in ten-metre march backs for dissent at the award of free kicks, or for back-chat of any kind; let's have citing officers to review contentious issues, but, what would, I feel, be worth trying is the rugby protocol whereby, if a player is being booked or sent off, the team captain is summoned by the refereee to learn exactly why.

 

Mind you, could Scott Brown, as Celtic captain, remember the referee's explanation as to why Scott Brown, the Celtic player, was being sent off?

 

Could he then articulate the verdict to Neil Lennon?

 

And would Neil Lennon be listening in any case?

 

Mind you, as Big Billy, my Rangers-supporting friend, remarked when I talked him through this potential scenario: "It widnae matter, Cousin Vinny would find him not-guilty on appeal".

Record Run - So What?

I HAVE to admit to wry amusement at the contrived contempt for Rangers' new club-record 19-game unbeaten run, and even more contempt for those in the light blue corner seeking to turn this into something special.

 

On the one hand, it is always good news for a club when they put together such an impressive run, in any league; that said, when that club enjoys the advantages over their peers which the current Rangers squad does, there has to be an element of: "So what?" from the watchers who are not Rangers' fanatics.

 

When you look at the current Rangers' squad, full-timers to a man; for them NOT to go through the SPFL League One season unbeaten would be a less-than-stellar show. An unbeaten league season - plus the Ramsden's Cup - is the least the Ibrox hordes should expect come May.

 

 

 

THE SFA'S "punishment" on the Dundee United scrabble answer, for his laying of hands on that assistant referee would be a joke, if it wasn't so-serious.

 

OK, I accept that it sometimes seems Scottish linesmen - let's face it, some offer so-little assistance to the man in the middle they ought still be known by their time-honoured name - seem to think it is their solemn duty to mess-up matches for the players, the team managements, the stuck-up twat in the middle with the whistle and the - to them - least-important people in the ground, the fans.

 

But, much as we might wish to, they cannot be man-handled and the United player should have, at the very least, have had his erse well and truly kicked.

 

One awaits with interest, to see what happens the next time an assistant's mistake upsets a certain red-headed Premiership manager.

 

 

 

I FELT sorry for my mate Robin last night. Robin is another player in our Wednesday morning collection of ten-pin bowling coffin dodgers.

 

Yesterday, he had a shocker, then, he set-off for Dunfermline to cheer-on his beloved Ayr United in their Scottish Cup replay with the Pars; which Ayr lost.

 

A 170-mile round trip, not getting home until about midnight, and your team still lost. Guys like Robin, who has hardly missed a United game since before Ally's first spell as manager at Sopmerset Park, are the real heroes of Scottish football.

 

 

Celtic - Bouncebackability - And How

THE headline writers could put all the "spin" they liked into their headings and lay-outs; sure, it was Bhoys against Boys, but, you cannot overlook the fact - Celtic played some very-impressive football in routing Hearts on Sunday.

 

Indeed, I would go as far as to say, the Lisbon Lions would have been very proud of some of the goals, not least the Kris Commons opener which got Sunday's show on the road.

 

Just a wee thought for Neil Lennon - he might have a team ready to put on a real show in the 2014-15 Champions League, were he to come up with a really lucrative bonus scheme to reward his squad, should they manage two things - to go through the remaineder of this domestic season unbeaten and manage to score three goals per game.

 

He might also like to double the bonus, should they manage these feats without losing a goal - that way, the terrible lack of genuine competition in Scotland just could be used as a means of readying the side for the tougher tasks in Europe.

 

 

 

WELL done too, the Celtic travelling support at Tynecastle, for their immaculate conduct during the minute's silence or the victims of the Clutha Vaults disaster.

 

The Celtic fans have, in the past, shown scant regard for such public moments of respect for the dead - this time, they got it right and we could all breathe more easily.

 

Similarly, what a Dick was that so-called Rangers' fan who flung the flare at the Falkirk game. Kinda does away with the protocol whereby Juan Guy is seen as a Celtic supporter; the Guy family has a sect (a lodge?) across the city too.  

 

 

 

WITH the publication of the SNP/Scottish Government blueprint for Independence last week, I had an off-the-wall, out-of-left-field thought: Might not Independence be the making of Scottish football.

 

It is no secret that, because of the relative poverty of the Scottish game, when compared with their neighbours across the Solway and Tweed, young, emerging Scottish talent is fair game for exploitation by even mid-table "Championship" clubs in England, who can turn such promising boys' heads with the cash on offer in the English game.

 

With Independence, might not the Scottish government be able to offer our top home-based players tax breaks and more-favourable terms, making it worth their while remaining longer in Scotland, rather than taking the big money on offer in England too-soon.

 

Might not the government of an Independent Scotland go down the road which once saw highly-talented Eastern European players forbidden to leave until they were 28? That age might just be a big too-old, however, how much easier would life be for Gordon Strachan and Billy Stark if home-based Scottish players couldn't leave for England until they were say over-23?

 

 

The Storm Before The (Hopeful) Calm

I WOULD love to think, in three weeks it will be all over; because, that's how much longer we have to wait before the Rangers AGM. How I would love to see (figurative) white smoke emerging from the Ibrox chimney and confirmation that we have, if not a new Papa ensconsced at the top of the fabled marble staircase, a new togetherness down Edmiston Drive way.

 

Aye Right!!

 

I fear the sniping and guerrilla warfare will continue for a while yet. Similarly, I fear the off-field battle will leave Rangers in no state to immediately take-on Celtic, when - assuming they don't suffer the threat of financial melt-down before-hand - they get back to the Scottish top flight.

 

All the indications are that the club has been almost as badly managed since its re-birth as Sevco, following liquidation, as it was in the long downward drift into insolvency. The balance sheet issued to the shareholders prior to the 19 December meeting will make interesting reading. I dare say some will immediately describe the financial statement as a work of fiction, the sniping and tit-for-tat name-calling will continue, meanwhile, notwithstanding their abrupt dismissal from Europe this week and the rise in their fines payments to UEFA, Celtic will continue to prosper and pull away.

 

As part of my self-imposed task, to be an island of near sanity in the bedlam of Scottish Football, I feel it is my duty to monitor the out-pourings from around the Scottish fitba blogsphere. I get a good few laughs out of Phil Mac Giolla Bhain's Rangers obsession; his blog is actually much more interesting when he concentrates on matters Celtic rather than sniping at the other lot.

 

His piece this week on the death of Paul McConville was a well-written tribute to another member of the Celtic Family; whereas, some of his anti-Rangers stuff if repetitive shite.

 

Across the city, wee Davie Leggat is almost the mirror image of PMGB. At least, Davie doesn't obsess with the opposition, but, I fear he may be backing the wrong horse with his open support for "The Requisitioners", as Messrs Murray (P), McColl and their followers are known.

 

Well-buffed brown brogues do not a director make. I personally feel that Mr Murray, through his association with the discredited Murray (D) and Whyte regimes has permanently disqualified himself from having anything to do with the future management of Rangers.

 

Clearly, there is something in the collective Ibrox psyche which prevents the rank and file support from organising themselves into a cohesive unit, Ready to take their troubled club forward. They all want to belong to their own wee lodges, the Rangers' fans clearly lack the collective sense of "Cause" which has under-pinned Celtic through the years, whether these be - as under Stein - years of plenty, or, for the majority of the Kelly Years, years of under-achievement with occasional flashes of light.

 

The Rangers fans have a long, sad, history of backing the "wrong" horses, even though, at the time, they seemed to be the right ones. Overwhelmingly the men in the brown brogues voted for the old Unionist Party. Back in the Struth days, this party was the political group of choice for the majority of the Scottish electorate - but, in the end, the Unionists sold-out to the Tories.

 

They bought-into the David Murray "they spend £5 - we'll spend £10" business model - failed.

They bought into the "Wealth off the radar" Craig Whyte fairy tale - failed.

They fell for Charlie Green's snake oil salesman patter - apparently failing.

It now looks as if, while most of the rank-and-file are falling for the "We're Real Rangers Men - We Wear Brown Brogues" sales pitch of "The Requisitioners", the money men - those guys who, unlike some of  "The Requisitioners" have actually put money into the club - are unimpressed by the alternatives.

Also, in the manner of recent Ibrox fashion, it has become all about the money. There seems to be a feeling abroad that if enough money is thrown at Rangers - the team, all will be well. I don't accept this.

The situation is, for the forseeable future, no club in Scotland, not even a Celtic team which, in the short to medium term, will simply keep winning, will be able to hold on to their players in the face of the greater riches at the other end of the M74.

Where once the Old Firm could offer their top men better terms than were available in an English game where the £20 maximum wage ruled; where, with English clubs banned from Europe post-Heysel, the Old Firm could offer European football to top English players.

But, these days are past - the Big Two are today as vulnerable to predatory English clubs, even Championship clubs without the Old Firm lustre, as the non-Glasgow clubs have always been. To compete they have to get better, which means WORKING HARDER.

Celtic have gone down the route of scouring the world for unpolished diamonds and, along the way, they have, I feel, almost written-off the young generation of the Celtic Family. That could come back to bite them.

 

However, perhaps, if Rangers were to believe in the old Protestant, Presbyterian work ethic which enriched the Cledonian Diaspora across the globe, they wouldn't need all that cash to pur together a team capable of putting the Diddy Teams to the sword and challenging the rampant, all-conquering Celtic.

 

And, by the same token, if even a couple of the DTs tried working harder on their skills and their tactics, what an improved Scottish game we might have.

 

Hopefully, after 19 December, we might start to get there.