Oh dear, this is all becoming rather unedifying.
If only someone would give Mr David Cunningham King a very reasonable price for his shares.
Let’s say, oh, 26p a pop.
Were that to happen, then something amazing might happen.
Dave would simply disappear.
The last 24 hours have seen very like the early weeks of 2015.
In normal times whoever controls the home dressing room at Ibrox has the obedience and loyalty of the local media.
The infamous term “succulent lamb” harks back to the glory days of David Murray wining and dining several selected hacks at his hacienda in the Channel Islands in 1998.
One thing that characterised those free-spending days was a complete absence of any journalistic scrutiny in how the original Rangers was being financed.
It was never going to end well.
Now this wee gem from the chap who broke the story about the Suave Billionaire Craig Whyte.
I had those breathlessly heady days in mind when I reacted to this world exclusive.
On a serious note, this entire circus could be used as a case study for journalism students.
A back story to this hugely entertaining shitshow is what happens when you give a PR rookie total charge of a communications operation.
The idea that anyone at Ibrox needed a strict policy against the Glasgow sports desks is utterly risible.
The £25k charge to attend pressers then the tilt towards fan media.
Of course, it was all a car crash waiting to happen.
It has been a case study into how to lose close friends in the fan base and bought and paid for sports desk shills.
Now this today from the Quintessentially British Mr Craig Houston on Facebook.
Just in case it comes down one day, here it is for posterity.
Dear reader, this will not end well.
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Sorry Phil but, I’m going to have to disagree with your last statement, this could end VERY well.
There’s no war more messy, damaging or divisive than a civil war.
In 2012 the fans were united against the world that had conspired to try to rob them of their club. Should the the bastard child of the dead club go tits up any time soon, the acrimony towards, and finger pointing at, each other will be something to behold..
My dear old mother, God rest her, was one of the nicest people who ever walked the earth. She said on more occasions than I could count that you should never take joy from the misfortunes of others. Should the aforementioned scenario unfold, I will be a major disappointment to her, because I will laugh long, hard and loudly.
You used a phrase many years ago, Phil, to describe them. I’ve never forgotten it. “The trailer trash of a dead empire.” Still, after all these years, the most accurate description I’ve EVER read or heard. No matter how much anguish they go through, their toxic fan base will NEVER get any sympathy from me.
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I sincerely hope you’re right about it not ending well Phil, can always do with a laugh.
The Club 1872 folk know what has happened behind the scenes at Sevco.
There is now an open conflict between the group and the club.
It’s turning into a soap opera, bayjaysus you’ve even created/named the cast for them, saving the bother.
Schadenfreude topped up thanks, although, can you ever really get enough of it?
This could rumble on for quite sometime, hopefully🤞🏽