The Ibrox club has not started this season particularly well. It’s not just in that they’ve lost their first league game, it’s that their performances in the two matches so far have been little short of abysmal. Their pre-season was a mess. When even Keith Jackson is getting the proverbial broken badge out because of a couple of friendlies you know it’s bad.
I said earlier that Ibrox has tried to copy us at every turn this past few years, and that’s as true as it ever was.
But there’s one area where they just don’t seem to learn anything. The concept of message discipline doesn’t seem to exist over there. They are forever talking trash, forever assuring us that the “real” them will turn up at some point, forever assuring the watching world that this time they mean it and this time they mean it.
All they had to do in the aftermath of the game in midweek was keep their mouths shut, to focus on the game in front of them and not make big bold statements or predictions. Instead, you have Dessers and Cantwell mouthing off again. “This is only the beginning,” the striker said. Of what though? The end, one suspects, for The Mooch and a few others.
Honestly, if that man had an ounce of leadership skill, he’d get their squad together and tell them that talk is cheap and only what you do on the pitch counts. But he has allowed them to do this over and over and over again in his time at the club.
It’s a cultural thing over there.
They really do believe that all they have to do is show up sometimes, and their entire approach to the Kilmarnock game last weekend reeked of that kind of egotism and arrogance. They think three points every week are an entitlement. What we recognise – and especially now with Rodgers cracking the whip – is that it’s all earned.
Yet still they do their talking in the media, and not just talking but brash ego driven stuff which makes you think these are the daftest people on the planet.
You can get away with that stuff if you are serial winners, as we are, but it sounds crass when you do it when you have just lost your opening game in the league, and scraped over the line in the first leg of a European tie against a team missing eight first team players and who played much of the second half with ten men.
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.
It’s the definition of stupidity as well.
Stupidity Sevco style. They sure as Hell didn’t learn this from us.