I read one of the Ibrox fan sites last night having a bitter, deranged rant about The Green Brigade banner from yesterday. I think they have some balls to be pointing their fingers at our supporters for expressing a view on this ticket standoff when their own fans disgraced their club, their city and their country with their own display on Tuesday night.
These Peepul don’t care how the world sees them, and in that selfishness and egotism, they don’t care how the world sees the rest of us, all of us who the media and a lot of others suck into their vortex of hatred. But we don’t all live in their cesspit.
What The Green Brigade did yesterday was to perfectly articulate the attitude of this whole club towards their pathetic behaviour. There is nothing on that banner which wasn’t fact. What the Ibrox fan site in question wrote in response was, in contrast, a tissue of lies. We started this? Really? On what planet do these people live that they believe that?
That’s like something out of Trump Land. I know these people are delusional, but that’s taking it to the outer limits, to the point where they don’t let you walk about on public streets. There aren’t enough padded cells at Hidden Hills for these clowns.
Their club is responsible, single-handedly responsible, for devaluing the derby which gives them any relevance to the wider world. Think about that for a minute. Even before the death of the first Ibrox club, our club had long ago stopped referring to this as “the Old Firm” fixture. We understand that standing alone is in our best interests, in no small way a consequence of their ability to drag us into that cesspit of theirs over and over again.
So we have made it plain to the outside world that we want nothing to do with them. It is their club which clings to this derby like a life preserver, because that’s what it is, and without that to define them, without an object on which to base their twisted hatreds, without basking in the dark light of that fixture, what else do they have to offer the outside world?
They are, as one former Rangers director described them, “A provincial West of Scotland football club.” Without the Glasgow derby, the world might forget they existed at all. They have imperilled the one thing that gives them definition and I get that they have to be scared by the realisation of that, and want someone else to blame … but that’s not us.
This one, they’re going to have to own it. This is a mess made in their house, kept going by their board and instead of attacking Celtic fans for making that point they might want to focus their ire where it belongs … and get their own house in order before they have a go at us for what our fans put up at games.
Because the reason they remain nothing more than a West of Scotland football club is because they are backward redneck bigots who will not accept that their attitudes and ideology has no place in the modern world, and that killed Rangers as surely as the debts did.
It’s why when that club was circling the drain no-one came to snap up the assets but a fly-by-night dodgy geezer every bit as nasty as the one who pulled the plug.
They might have a shaky grasp of history and fact, but we remember.