Do you believe in life after liquidation?
There are certain states where there is no equivocation, no ambiguity nor shades of grey.
Death is like that.
You can’t be a little dead any more than a woman can be slightly pregnant.
With companies-and a football club is a company-liquidation is similarly final.
Yesterday on twitter it was fun to see the Succulent Bambs take a pasting.
Some of them took it personal.
I tried to tell them it was just business, but they took it very personal.
In the age of new media they can’t insulate themselves from interacting with those who consume their product.
Often it has been the hacks that have been badly informed and it is the “consumers” of old media have been able to put them right.
The credibility test for the mainstream media in Scotland over the next few weeks is whether or not they fall into line with the fantasy that liquidation does not mean the end of the club.
When the death certificate is formally written for Rangers (1872) then that will be that.
Some people will want to pretend that things haven’t changed and will want to dress up like the old days when Rangers were alive.
There are, I am reliably informed, entire conventions devoted to who is the best Elvis impersonator.
However, no one outside of a locked ward is pretending that Elvis Aaron Presley (1935 –1977) is in the building in corporeal form.
What will now emerge is a Rangers impersonator.
A tribute band.
Of course in European competitions they will be for three years a tribute banned.
The marketing fantasy that Rangers still lives is vital to the financial health of the Tribute Club.
The risible idea that Rangers are not dead needs to take hold so that the roadies who trashed Manchester and turned beautiful Barcelona into a urinal will still part with hundreds of pounds for season tickets.
Charlie himself said that if a CVA didn’t succeed then the club’s history would be gone.
Mr Green was bang on the money!
If Rangers fans want to be in contact with the club they love next season then I suggest they invest in a Ouija board rather than a season ticket for Ibrox.
Richard Gough, to be fair to him, acknowledges that the club he captained is now dead.
As we know with Elvis, no matter how much the deceased is missed, no one comes back from the grave.
Rangers have left the building.