Since 2010, I have encountered a recurring theme among The People.
Put simply there has been a stubborn refusal to openly acknowledge that this site had developed excellent sources of information on matters Ibrox.
Despite this, time and again the narrative outlined here has been subsequently vindicated by events.
I was having something of a digital clear out last night and looking back over the last three years it was quite interesting.
Although I often implore my readers to use the search function on this site, I rarely do so myself.
Here is a piece from May 27th 2012.
The world was young then dear reader and Rangers were still alive.
You will note that within the short piece I mentioned the …ahem…possibility that the forces of law and order might have an interest in the Duff & Phelps chaps.
Obviously these are now live proceedings and cannot be commented upon in the media.
However, when I was writing this, the stenographers were standing in line waiting for the next instalment of good news from Ibrox.
Another factor over these last three years has been the childlike impatience of the average Fitba fan.
I told one Celtic affiliated chap at a Q & A evening, also in 2012, that this Ibrox saga would not be concluded to a timescale of his liking.
The poor fellow fidgeted as I addressed him.
I related that one well-placed source (yes one of them dear reader) had confidently assured me that the entire Rangers/Sevco saga would generate “a decade of litigation”.
His prediction was made to me after the Initial Public Offering of Rangers International Football Club (RIFC).
At that Q & A, I could call on the expertise and good counsel of the late Paul McConville.
I still have to do a double take at times that my big blogging buddy has passed on.
There was a time, in early 2013 when I was writing ‘Minority Reporter’, that I was delighted that Paul was taking up the slack on the Sevco saga.
The moral of this story is that it is sometimes worthwhile to take a pause, look back and assess what you have been doing.
Moreover, three years is probably a good chunk of time to work out if you’ve been wasting your time or not.
I recently came to the conclusion that I had squandered that amount of my existence on a failed project, but my motives were the best.
Some endeavours have a birth defect, and they simply can’t be fixed along the way.
However, this journalistic exercise hasn’t, in my opinion, been a waste of my time.
Throughout the last three years the Fitba Fourth estate has, in my opinion, looked the other way as all things Ibrox imploded.
During this time, the stenographers just stood in line hoping to be rewarded with the next succulent press release and simultaneously trembling in fear of upsetting The People.
I recall in 2012 speaking to one tabloid journalist who worked for a major title in Scotland.
He had discovered that, because of his brief professional association with me, the klan was trying to access his home address and other personal information.
I can still recall the panic in his voice as he spoke of his young family.
Consequently, I was not surprised when his title fell into line and obeyed klan’s diktat.
This was not an isolated incident in 2012.
I now have trusted sources of information that I did not have in the year that Rangers died.
The basic lesson is that if you keep working on a story then other doors are opened for you.
However, you must knock on those entrances and be prepared for rejection again and again.
I am convinced that, three years on, The People would rather it was only succulent fantasies that were on offer.
Hopefully, you are of a different mind dear reader.