Not So Sharp: Celebrity Sevco Fan Tweets From The Gutter

You know and I know that there is a sub-sect of the Sevco support that crawled out of a stinking, reeking, drain.

Today, Lynsey Sharp, the Scottish runner and Commonwealth silver medallist, has become one of them after a sick tweet last night, targeting Jock Stein.

It says a lot for the Ibrox operation that it can’t associate itself with people showing even the remotest hint of class.

Even those in the public eye aren’t immune to getting swept away in the scummy tide of filth and diseased thinking that surrounds that club like a plague cloud.

Their more humane supporters must be mortified.

Sharp is very high profile.

She is one of the poster children for the shareholders organisation The Rangers Trust.

But like many of its members (and you can judge this for yourself by simply checking out their barmy, occasionally rabid, press releases) she appears to be a calibre one halfwit … and that’s me being generous and restrained.

The fact is, I don’t want to be restrained.

I want to scream my own stream of obscenities at the variety of people who think dragging abused children into a debate about football makes them look something other than demented.

Sharp will regret that tweet a thousand times between now and the end of her career.

At a time when Scottish sportsmen and women are being lauded and celebrated across this great land she has, in a single moment, made herself persona non grata with a huge section of the population.

In short, she’s now an un-person and as long as she’s selected for competitions a lot of us won’t go to them.

A lot of us won’t watch them.

Most tragically, as long as she’s part of the team, a lot of folk won’t wish Scotland well in them.

I cannot imagine swallowing this, to cheer her on to victory, now or ever.

Sharp is supposed to represent her country.

All of it.

Not just certain parts of Ayrshire and Larkhall.

If the national selectors are okay with her deciding that some of us can get stuffed then I guess they’ll bear some of the responsibility themselves when consequences come.

I’m absolutely fed up with narrow bigotry being tolerated in Scotland.

By this action she’s no better than the other gutter dregs, those who march past chapels at this time of year reminding themselves that whilst they live in dilapidated schemes with paint peeling off the walls that they are still the masters of all they survey.

When all you survey of a Saturday night is a sink full of sick it’s easy to kid yourself on like that.

She claims this is a mistake.

You’re damned tooting it’s a mistake.

An even bigger mistake is to kid on she didn’t know what the phrase meant.

To say she thought it referred to Jock Wallace (and I’m not writing it and I’ll never write it), well … it insults our intelligence on top of smearing a man who’s not here to defend his reputation.

But, see, increasingly that’s all these people have got.

In my latest piece for On Fields of Green, I’ve talked about how they are clinging on to the name, the name of Rangers, as the last remnant of what they once knew.

I’ve asked where the real money is coming from to turn their shattered club into what they think it should be.

More and more, they know it’s not going to happen.

And they are desperate.

And they are angry.

Sometimes that anger spills over and wears a public face.

That’s when the anti-Catholic, anti-Irish and child abuse slurs start, when they are at their lowest ebb.

We are supposed to pity them, I think.

I’ll tell you here and now, I don’t.

I don’t feel the least bit sorry for their tortured mental state.

Indeed, when something like this happens you wish on them more misery than before.

You want to see them weep on your TV screens.

You want to listen to their pleading, “oh won’t someone help us?” tone on the radio.

You want to check out their forums and sup on their pain as if you were tasting a fine white wine.

Yeah, today I’ve run out of the milk of human kindness.

Today I just want to hear them squeal.

Today Lynsey Sharp joined the ranks of the unwashed, those who can’t raise themselves above the gutters full of vomit, urine and fag ends where so much of Sevco appears mired forever.

The irony of this, of course, is that she was supposed to be a standard bearer for their support at a time when they have to put on a bright, shiny, public face for investors.

She seemed to be a perfect one, a great example for their younger fans to aspire to.

A good catch for a club that needed good news.

They thought the same about Chris Graham too, of course.

And that’s the company she belongs to now.

She is a public disgrace, lauded now only by the warped and the twisted.

They will love her more than ever.

But now she reminds the rest of the world why we hate so much of what they are about.

She must make her family and her supporters very proud.

Scotland, as a whole … not so much anymore.

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