Scottish football’s most hilarious question at the moment is this; “Does Aaron Ramsey even exist?”
I mean, we know that there is someone using that name on the books at Ibrox, but is he a real person, a real identity, or is this some kind of time-card scam or mobster style no-show contract where he pretends to work there but actually drives a getaway car for somebody?
I love that the likes of Gabriel Agbonlahor are actually debating whether or not he’s been a better signing that Reo Hatate. I also love that the ex-England striker thinks Juventus knew about his injury issues before foisting him onto Ibrox … well of course they did.
I want to laugh out loud at the notion that they were as surprised as the Scottish media seems to be.
The unfolding Ramsey calamity is one of the funniest stories of the year so far for me. It wasn’t as if people couldn’t see this coming; we did see it coming and we pointed it out to those who were dribbling all over themselves when the signing was confirmed.
It looked like a desperate move. It looked like a disaster in the offing.
I am delighted that it is proceeding along exactly the lines we thought that it might, and not just because this expensive folly is going to cost Ibrox a goodly sum … I am pleased because of the embarrassment it heaps on our drooling hacks, who could not wait to talk him up and talk the rest of the game here down at the same time.
Hatate has been off the boil recently – the whole team has.
But it is clear that his superb impact in the early games has already made him far and away a more effective signing that Ramsey. Time is running out for the Welshman to prove that he’s anything more than a colossal waste of Ibrox’s cash … another one in a long line of them.
Even as it stands right now, there’s no real debate about who had the better January window. The folly of the Ibrox club – in all its dealings – becomes ever more apparent, especially now that their manager isn’t even using these guys as subs.