McCoist’s comments since Thursday are even more deranged than his commentary was.

The other day, I wrote about McCoist and his absolutely unbearable commentary on Thursday night – how he once again demonstrated the worst kind of bias when watching his favourite team. What I didn’t know at the time was that Tam McManus – a man this blog intensely dislikes – had said much the same thing on Twitter.

I might never have known, had McCoist not completely lost the rag both after the match and again yesterday on TalkSport.

He sounded even more deranged than usual, which is saying something considering the kind of nonsense he’s spouted over the years.

But there was something different about his comments this time – particularly those in the TNT Sports studio. They didn’t just hint at bias; they laid bare the Ibrox mindset in its purest, rawest form. McCoist summed it up in a way only someone from that world can, when caught in a moment of truth.

His remarks were appalling. He took aim at McManus. He took aim at other pundits. The bitterness was so obvious, so visceral, and so completely unhinged.

You all know I’ve always said McCoist usually wears the mask well – that carefully cultivated image of the affable everyman. But when it slips, it doesn’t just come down a little bit. It comes right off, and what you see underneath is genuinely ugly. This was one of those moments. His utter refusal to even consider a view outside his own blinkered perspective? Unbelievable.

Here’s what he ranted on TalkSport:

“That sending off is a disgrace. Anyone that knows the game… The lawmakers will say ‘oh, the referee’s doing this and that’, it is never a sending off. They’ve taken common sense out of the game. If you talk to referees, there’s no such thing any more. He would not have had a word said about it if he’d left him on the pitch, and that’s the difference – they’re all frightened of the people upstairs.”

The “people upstairs” are, of course, the guardians of the rulebook. And while referees do retain a certain level of discretion in some situations – perhaps too much, depending on who you ask – there are moments where the law is crystal clear.

This was one of them. McCoist can protest all he likes, but this decision fell squarely within the black-and-white category.

Whether he accepts that or not is irrelevant. That’s the reality.

And let’s not forget – we’ve just seen a VAR official sacked in Scotland. McCoist should maybe think twice before being so cavalier about someone else’s job. But nuance is not really his strong suit. He sounds like a clown most of the time, but what came after the game made even that seem mild.

“If that’s the laws of the game, the laws of the game are wrong. I know the laws of the game. I’m arguing that the laws of the game are wrong.”

There it is. You will not find a clearer expression of how Ibrox and everyone within its orbit views the world: if the rules don’t match the outcome they want, then the problem isn’t them – it’s the rules.

That is McCoist’s mindset.

And that is why he has no business commentating on their games. The rules only matter when they work in their favour. When they don’t, the rules are the problem, and we should all either ignore them or twist them into shapes that suit.

How many times have we heard this before? “The problem isn’t us. The problem is the rules. The rules don’t serve us, so they must be wrong.”

His is a club that’s been trying to live in a fantasy land for years. Even the entire discussion around their prospective takeover is framed around how to get around UEFA’s financial sustainability regulations. The idea that these rules might simply apply to them in the same way they do to everyone else? That’s unthinkable in their world.

There’s a difference between disagreeing with a decision and outright rejecting reality. When the decision is correct, and verifiably so, but your response is to claim that the laws themselves are the issue, then your judgment is fundamentally broken, and in those circumstances you certainly shouldn’t be masquerading as a neutral or professional offering insight on a nationwide broadcaster.

It is astonishing to hear those words and remember they came from the mouth of the guy they keep putting in the commentary booth. What makes it even more surreal is who he was debating. Not Chris Sutton. Not Stiliyan Petrov. Not Hartson. Not even Martin O’Neill. He was arguing with Alan Hutton.

Alan. Bloody. Hutton.

I wouldn’t trust Alan Hutton to deliver an entirely unbiased opinion either, but even he didn’t think the referee got it wrong and he certainly wasn’t going to argue the toss about it, except to tell McCoist he sounded ridiculous.

He accepted it was a red card. And if he was saying that, then you know just how far off the deep end McCoist really is. Barry Ferguson – Barry Ferguson! – also came out after the game and agreed the ref got it right. So McCoist isn’t just off the rails by any reasonable standard – he’s off the rails even by Ibrox’s standards.

This man has no place in the commentary booth for their games. He just can’t help himself. He offers the most nakedly biased takes imaginable, and fans from other clubs – and neutrals – shouldn’t have to put up with that.

Nobody wants it. Tam McManus was absolutely right, and you know I hate saying that. McCoist wasn’t working for their in-house channel – he was supposed to be broadcasting to everyone, not just the Ibrox cheerleading section. And the truth is, most of them didn’t agree with his nonsense either.

He was offered a way out of the hole yesterday but he just kept digging, continuing to behave in a manner that would shame even The Village Idiot.

The mask hasn’t just slipped – it’s hit the floor and shattered. And the picture he’s presenting to the world is hideous.