Dermot Upsets A Stall In Paddy's Market

Last updated : 30 June 2005 By The Govanhill Gub
Now as much as I love all this infighting and caterwauling amongst each
other I believe there is a serious side to all this.

In short Timmy is way, way out of control, the Green Genie is out of
the bottle and it'll take a miracle to get him 'cork'ed ever again.

I contend the Scots mhedia and their craven cowardice are part of the
problem, and indeed are major players at that. Quite frankly,
irafitbaclub gets away with murder and journalistic flotsam and
jetsam at the Record, The Evenin’ Tims, The Gherald, the Sunday Gherald
and especially the Radio Snyde Sellik propaganda show needs to shoulder
a major part of the responsibility.

Where do you want to start in the modern era? The
Woods/Butcher/McAvenie 2-2 draw at Ibrox will do nicely for starters.

After that match Alan Davidson you will of course remember penned his
quite preposterous "Open Letter to Graham Roberts.” In any lexicon of
craven cowardice, Davidson's wee, piece will always be in the top
three. Instead of taking Peter Grant, to task for his sectarian
bigotry, something Davidson admitted Grant knew was doing. He aimed his
wrath instead at Roberts, who Davidson also admitted, was innocent as
to the implications of his actions. Nuff said.

Radio Snyde is a yahoo propaganda station pure and simple. You can
start off at the cowardice when Ba Face issued a broadside at Dr Dick
Park; make a port of call at the Celts for Change stuff. Then come
right through the Celtic-Minded pogrom aimed at getting rid of Joke
Broon. Radio Snyde basically went trackside at kick-off on the Saturday
it was announced that Broon was for the off and gave the Celtic-Minded
listeners back home a wee audio treat.

I'm sure the yahoos beat Dundee 6-0 that day and the panel, basically
said that Broon being bumped was the catalyst for the yahoo support
being in a great mood, therefore lifting the team to greater efforts
and heights.

Before that of course there was Peace Process' infamous broadside at
Gazza's invisible flute. Irony, rather than paradise, being lost here.
To this day, no one has ever been able to explain to us on a
satisfactory level, why the bhoys against bigotry, the fair play
merchants, the social inclusives, would boo a culturally Protestants
invisible flute? Social integration Chez Mhank? Don't make me laugh.

Radio Snyde was also a major driving force in making Motherwell change
a goalkeeper before a match against Celtic. And through all of these
instances, yahoo after yahoo after yahoo was allowed air space to ram
their points home.

Nineteen Ninety-nine was of course the year of the OLD FIRM shame game.
Rangers fans didn't actually do anything wrong, other than have the
audacity to celebrate a title clinching win at the cesspit, but they
had to take their share of the blame too!

Since then there was also the quite unbelievable sight of a Scots
journalist being frogmarched out of an official Celtic Press Conference
by a convicted criminal and not one of his colleagues had the
professional integrity to walk out in support. In fact, Radio Snyde,
who actually employed the hapless, talentless, journalistic plank made
to walk, tried to play the whole matter down and cover the whole
incident up. Still Celtic and Scottish press cover-ups are nothing new.

But the times "achanged” for a while there and since August 2000 our
mhank mhedia have basically been in raptures in these ensuing five
years. In fact, in the words of Howard Devoto; "They had to rewrite all
the books again” and maintained to us two years ago that their beloved
hoops, winning the absolute square root of hee haw was better than
Rangers domestic treble.

Objectivity, balance, impartiality? Honest folks it just aint there.
Oh, and that includes incidentally, a total press ban on the news that
even a pregnant woman in Kilmarnock was attacked by those jolly
craicskateers at time up on their quadruple season.

A feature of this five-year period has been the almost daily cranking
up by the press of Timmy's expectations. For instance ten years ago,
whenever Rangers were linked with a "big-name” player, the press
immediately dismissed the deal out of hand. ‘Why would he want to come
here? Scottish football is crap, no player worth his salt.’

Contrast that with, what can only be described as desperation by the
Scots mhedia to get any "big name” a move to the mhankdome in the close
season. Scots football is still crap, maybe even in a worse state than
a decade ago, but that shouldn't concern the Crespos of this world.
Come to Timberry Fields, where nothing is real.

So where were we? Oh well, lets get basically back up to date. November
20th just past at Ibrox saw the most deliberate, provocative, nakedly,
sectarian behaviour ever perpetrated on the field of play during an Old
Firm match. The Scottish press, to a man, had nothing to say of the
perpetrator's religious bile. Had nothing to say that the Celtic
manager also appeared to get in on the Sellik styled hatred.

In fact, the Daily Record, the rag that once hired a lip reader to
accuse a Rangers player of racist behaviour, didn't want to know,
didn't want to comment when a lip reader proved beyond doubt the
sectarian poison spat out of the Celtic player in question's mouth. The
Daily Record, I may add tells us that it hates sectarianism and will
tell you quite solemnly that it is a curse that blights this wee
country.

A few months ago, Timmy decided to bhoycott an Old Firm auld timers
Charity match because an old hero of theirs wanted to play 45 minutes
in his beloved hoops. Once again, Radio Snyde came into its own and
allowed demented yahoo after demented yahoo to explain away his
irrational hatred.

One moron came on and told us that he hated Graeme Souness and blamed
him for the Mojo affair. He just wanted to take the rise out of Celtic
and make them look bad. But wasn't Jock Stein guilty of the same
behaviour 22 years earlier when he snatched Alfie Conn from under our
noses? I mean is it only Celtic FC who are not allowed to be outsmarted
and/or made to look foolish in the transfer market or subject to a bit
of one-upmanship by their rivals? Well folks, that's what Radio Snyde
wants you to accept.

Which brings us back up to the here and now. Against all odds, the
teddies have won the SPL; again age-old logic has been turned on its
head. We were told incessantly at the end of season 1997/98 that the
league tables don't lie. The best team always wins the league. Except
in the season just past, that is!

The main stories since the most thrilling and dramatic ever Scottish
League title win have concerned the ex Celtic manager's ill wife, a
rather insipid Celtic Scottish Cup win, the coming of the new Celtic
saviour, and a complete news blank once again on a piece of IRA,
sympathising vermin leading the Celtic support in a sing song before a
Proviefest for a Celtic player under the guise of a testimonial match.

I maintain that it is these instances and many, many more on a daily
basis that are the reason why the Celtic support is now totally out of
control. That the Scottish mhedia, again to a man, decided not to raise
the absurdity of a Fair Play award being meted out to those unsporting
cretins in Seville when they BOOED the winners onto the podium, tells
you everything you need to know about journalistic standards in this
country, and more importantly why a new generation of yahoo has grown
up thinking that he is basically untouchable.

So where am I going with all this? Well, as has been spoken about many
times before on the FF boards, the Evenin Tims on a Wednesday is a good
barometer as to the strength of the up and coming sporting journalistic
talent in this country. Believe me when I say that the next wave of
Scottish footballing journalists make today's lot almost Rangers
friendly. In short you think what we've got just now is bad? Just wait
till you see what's coming up at the rear!

It's a sad day when it is down to a majority Celtic shareholder to
point out the errors of the Celtic support. Believe me it will be a
cold day in hell that it will happen with our press in the future.


Yours in Rangers,

The Govanhill Gub