Originally Posted by
Deansy
The muppets on FF don't like this contribution from Bill Leckie:
Another Jhourno taking a pot shot, this time its us the fans that are the target. He names King in the same breath as Whyte and Green. Not fit for purpose.
Hatchet job by Leckie
YOUR fully-fledged, true blue Rangers fan is amongst the most unshakeably loyal creatures on earth.
It’s just a pity that loyalty is as blind as Stevie Wonder with a lead-lined paper bag on his head
Rangers fans
They’re like the guy whose mates tell him from day one of a relationship that she’s no good, she’s a gold-digger, she’s putting it about behind his back, but he would rather square go the lot of them than admit he’s besotted with a wrong ‘un.
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Then one day it all falls apart, she disappears with his brother and he’s left sitting on the floor of a living room with no furniture, the credit card company battering at his door and an unbearable itch in his pants.
Again.
Not that I’m suggesting this latest messy Ibrox break-up is all the fault of those fans. Course it isn’t.
All I’m saying is that by forever being more desperate to give two fingers to the outside world than they are to point one at the glaring issues within their own walls, they’ve enabled those in charge to screw them over for the umpteenth time.
Personally, I don’t give a toss whether Dave King and his goons succeed, fail or float forever on a beige cloud of mediocrity.
I don’t care whether Mark Warburton had a magic hat or exploding underpants.
But I do care about football fans — no matter who they support and even despite how unpleasantly that support too often manifests itself — having their lifelong devotion used against them as a means of silencing any form of protest.
At Charlton Athletic, Blackburn Rovers, Coventry City and Blackpool, punters have had enough of this passive-aggression torture.
They’ve had enough of financing rank-rotten regimes. So they stay away. They ask rival fans to stay away. They use the media to raise awareness of just how bad their exiled, don’t-give-a-damn owners are, not just for their own clubs, but for the game itself.
But your Rangers fan? He just rings up a phone-in and shouts about history and culture and 54 titles and how WeArraPeepel.
He creates a caricature of himself and turns a serious problem at an endangered sporting institution into a national joke.
In truth, I tired long ago of writing about all this, because it got a bit like shouting up to a guy on the tenth floor of a blazing building that he needs to get the hell out and him shouting back:
“DON’T TELL ME THIS BUILDING’S BURNING! YOU DON’T KNOW ABOUT THIS BUILDING, THIS IS OUR BUILDING, IT’S A HISTORIC BUILDING AND YOU’LL NEVER BE FIT TO BURN IN IT!”
What can you do about an attitude like that? Knowing even if they escape and the building isn’t too badly damaged, they’ll be too proud to get the smoke detectors checked so the place doesn’t catch fire again?
They got burned under David Murray, they got burned under Craig Whyte, they got burned under Charles Green and now they’re getting burned under King.
They refused to see the smoke signals until it was too late when Ally McCoist was in charge and they refused to see them when Warburton was plainly toiling.
Who knows, maybe they go back to their boozers and tear his signing policies to bits, maybe they go home and kick Albertz the dog up and down the garden, but — and here’s the crux — what those in charge can always rely on is that they’ll always come back and they’ll always stump up their cash and they’ll always, always sing No Surrender so the world knows there’s nothing to see here, please disperse.
Except the world DOES know something’s wrong, very wrong. The world can see that without the amazing numbers who kept turning up in League Two, League One and The Ramsdens Cup and who now still turn up despite seeing their greatest rivals disappear over the horizon on a golden team bus, Rangers would be nothing. Dead. Gone.
The money handed over by those ever-loyal hordes allowed Whyte, Green and McCoist to make an almighty rick of getting back up through the divisions and it has allowed King and Warburton to put together a gang of overpaid, overvalued, underachieving mercenaries in the top flight.
See the link there, Bluenoses? Without your money, your £800,000 at the gate every other Saturday plus pies and programmes and whatever else — even with the THREAT of those fortunes drying up — none of these imposters could have operated.
If only you knew the power you had. It’s greater than just about any other major club, because if Man U or Liverpool or Arsenal fans stayed away they’d still have their £100million a skull from Sky and they could market themselves up new pretendy fans.
But you don’t get it. You think strength comes from roaring defiance at everyone outside Govan, from constantly reminding everyone Whit Ye Ur and what you stand for.
Well all I can say is, how you stand for the mess that club has become is way beyond most of us
I mean, Barton? Senderos? Hill? Kiernan? Kranjcar? Who’s kidding who? Between them, they’ll have soaked up the first 4,000 admission fees every week.
That money was meant to get Rangers off their knees, give them a future, not to build a time machine back to the era of idiotic spending that brought them down in the first place.
Truth is, with a squad full of guys who have no re-sale value and whose best years are long behind them, Rangers have turned back into everything they were under David Murray, except a Poundland version.
And if anyone is daft enough to argue the toss about that, think on this.
Moussa Dembele cost Celtic £500,000, has scored 26 goals in 40 and is now valued at £40million, a fortune they can afford to turn down.
Joe Garner cost £1.8million, has three in 15 and might make the next gaffer £500,000 back if he cuts his losses.
That’s it. That’s the story, right there. Forget all your boardroom politics and management double-talk, that’s the bottom line.