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Monday 2 December 2013

KEEVINS'S KEICH

Hugh Keevins bangs on in the Daily Record about the 'Good Old Days' forty years ago, when Rangers won the European Cup Winners' Cup while Celtic got knocked out in the semi-final of the European Cup. He compares this with the doom and gloom of football in Scotland today. Surely he's old enough to remember all the doom and gloom being peddled in the papers back then? Scottish footbal was dead on its feet and changes had to be made. The changes came and the Premier League was born.

Really, what has riled Keevins is the general malaise felt by everyone involved in our esteemed Fourth Estate; they still haven't got over the death of their favourite team. Bisto FC just doesn't seem to be able to fill that hole in their lives. Keevins, therefore, resorts to Plan B: blame Celtic for everything. Sure, he has the tiniest of tiny digs at Bisto. Well, not really; it's more of a lament over the boardroom battles. Meanwhile, Celtic were 'humiliated' by AC Milan and embarrassed by the Celtic support. Oh my God! The whole game is in meltdown!

He makes a big deal over saying that Celtic should 'clean up the club's image'. He conveniently forgets that in those 'Good Old Days' Rangers were still following an openly sectarian signing policy, which not one reporter condemned, Rangers fans continually sang about being 'up to wur knees' in certain people's blood, again without condemnation and that the great European Cup Winners' Cup final was marred by the violence of the Rangers supporters. It puts a silly banner into perspective, eh?

Meanwhile, Celtic's demolition of Hearts is being touted as showing how bad Scottish football is. For Celtic to be beaten 3-0 by Milan and then beat Hearts 7-0 shows the gulf between our top team, who couldn't hack it in Europe, and the rest of Scotland. What a load of pish! Celtic's showing in Europe prior to the Milan game has been pretty good and this one game was an aberration. Any team can have a 'bad day at the office,' as they say whenever Bisto FC gets beaten by a team of amateurs.

Speaking of Bisto, they managed to get through to the next round of the Scottish Cup with a wee bit of help from the referee. What a shock! Some Bisto Kid threw a flare onto the pitch, causing Nicky Clark to throw himself to the ground. Of course, the referee immediately pointed to the spot and sent off a Falkirk player for good measure. Lee McCulloch missed the penalty due, no doubt, to the smoke from the burning artificial pitch getting into his eyes. Sooperally trots out the old story about ten men being hard to break down, but nobody's fooled. Bisto FC did their usual tactic of waiting for the other team to get tired and then scoring twice. Sooper says that they're not scared of anyone they might face in the next round. That's hardly surprising. If the referee doesn't do it for them then the Bisto Kids will burn the place down!

I had to laugh at a Bisto Kid on McMurdo's website calling Celtic and Hearts 'Scotland's 2nd and 3rd teams'. They think because they get huge crowds, all clutching their juvenile season books, turning up at their games that makes them the number 1 team in Scotland. Throughout Britain there are probably more Muslims turn up at Mosque on a Friday than there are Christians, of all denominations, going to church on a Sunday. Surely, then, using Bisto logic, that makes Islam the main religion and our kids should be learning about that at school instead of Christianity?

The Bisto Kids' habit of airing their dirty linen in public, literally, with 'Sack the Board' slogans written on it, has prompted McMurdo to denounce the whole idea of fans having any kind of say in the running of a football club. He posts a picture of the Bolsheviks to underline his point - Reds under the bed and all that. Good news for the rest of Scotland, then, as the Gravy Train hurtles toward its doom.

They're still banging on about how it's Celtic that are about to go to the wall. Of course, they have the excuses ready for when it doesn't happen. They compare the current 'investigation' into Celtic to the investigation into Derek Hatton's administration in Liverpool. Nothing was found in that investigation but the Bisto Kids can't accept that; it must have been a cover up! They are already preparing the same argument for when their prayers fall on deaf ears and Celtic continues to go from strength to strength.

The shocking disaster in Glasgow at the Clutha bar has touched nearly everyone and the thoughts of all decent people are with the families of the dead and injured. The Bisto Kids, however, true to form, have to turn it into a game of oneupmanship:

"A great hard won fight for Rangers today and the respect of both teams and their Supporters observing the Minutes silence for all involved in the Helicopter crash was as it should be,total SILENCE and I never even heard a cough during it.Certain other Teams could learn from that as that’s what you call respect for others."

No doubt they all had their ears pressed against the TV speakers or radios today, desperately hoping for somebody to shout something or even cough or sneeze. They really are pathetic!

I see the McMurdo Mob have been going on about the 'Gallant Pioneers'. Those august individuals were rowing enthusiasts and maritime crafts have played an important role at Ibrox ever since. There was, of course, the Struth incident involving a boat. Then there were the players, diving like submarines every chance they got. Next, we had David Murray and others deserting the place like rats from a sinking ship. Now we've got the Bisto Board trying desperately to keep a leaking gravy boat afloat, while sailing too close to the wind and Sooperally bobs about like a marker buoy. Meanwhile all their troubles don't stop the Bisto Kids sticking their oar in where it's not wanted. As to their allegations about Celtic - Rowlocks!



Rare footage of the very first meeting of the 'Gallant Pioneers.' Their motto was, 'Start as you mean to go on'!

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