INTO THE SUNSET...

So that's it. Sooperally's offski and, as Gary Ralston reports in the DR, he did it to "move the focus back on to mismanagement of the club".  Nothing to do with him being a shite manager, then! You've got to laugh at this stuff from a guy that supported every shyster that climbed the marble staircase. Then he goes on to shed crocodile tears for the poor staff that have been sacked just before Christmas, when even a quarter of his salary would have paid for them all. Are you going to forego your severance money, Ally, so they can have their Christmas party?

The thing about Sooperally is that he learned his managerial tactics from Walter Smith. Basically this involved spending loads of money and relying on the referee to help you out when things weren't going well on the pitch. So Ally's been spending money the new club doesn't have, while his hands are now so podgy that his thumb can't reach the second knuckle, so the widow's son's arse is out the window!

There's a load of pish doing the rounds about the board 'refusing to accept' his resignation, but the fact is that, like any job, he has to work out his notice. There is also speculation that Sooper is bluffing and looking to force the board to keep spending on his team. I find that hard to believe. I really doubt Ally's got the brains to work out any kind of clever strategy; you only need to look at his 'tactics' on the pitch to know that! Besides, if he's bad-mouthing the board to the likes of Gary Ralston it'll give his bosses the excuse they need to boot his corpulent carcass out the door without giving him a penny.

McMurdo, meanwhile, is on about the 'Raynjurz-Hating' press again. He still doesn't get it. The likes of the Daily Record have never made any secret of the fact that they want 'Real Rangers Men' at Ibrox and, like Listy Graham and Halloween Houston, they can't accept the current board as being 'Raynjurz'. Maybe somebody should send Merlin a copy of 'Clash of the Agnivores' for Christmas!

Back to Sooperally and he seemed to have plenty to say before handing in his notice. Apparently there is no way he could have won Division 3 with youngsters from Murray Park. He would probably spin this as showing respect to the part-timers in the old third tier but, really, what he is saying is that Murray Park has been producing nothing but shite! So much for the 'conveyor belt of talent' that Jabba used to tell us was going to come pouring out of this 'academy'.

And Sooper also had a go at Stephen Thompson over the Charlie Telfer money. I'm not the first to say it, but most of that cash should be going to BDO since it belongs to Oldco. If I were a Rangers creditor I'd be watching with interest and if Bisto FC keeps it all I'd have my solicitor straight on the case to get my money off them. It looks like they're pretending to be the same business now as well as the same club, which means that HMRC and the rest should be dragging them through the courts. They can't have it both ways. But, then again, this is Scottish football we're talking about, so maybe they can...

And, of course, the Record can't help themselves, giving us the 'Life and Times of a Legend'. They include the usual lie about Sooper winning the Golden Boot in 1992. There was actually no such award that year, so nobody worked out the co-efficients involved in playing in harder and easier leagues. Sooper scored the most goals, so the DR and others just decided to give a phantom boot to McCoist!

Sooper Santa gives The Peeppul an early Christmas present with the news they wanted to hear!

 

 

Meanwhile, famous members of The Peeppul, like Lulu, Marti Pellow and...er...Andy Cameron, have released a record to help Bisto FC. They're calling themselves Orange Baund Aid.



It's Christmastime; there's peeppul that are afraid
At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around a hun at Christmastime

But say a prayer to pray for the other ones
At Christmastime
It's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a crowd outside your window
And it's full of hate and fear
Where there is no water flowing 'cos they haven't washed for years.
And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you
And there'll be no cheer down Govan way this Christmastime
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
Oh, the Grim Reaper is nigh, he's sharpening his scythe
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

Here's to you, raise a glass for ev'ryone
Here's to them, even though they're dirty huns.
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

Ha! Ha! Peeppul
Ha! Ha! Peeppul

Ha! Ha! Peeppul
Let them know it's Liquidation
Ha! Ha! Peeppul
Let them know it's Deid Club time again