RANGERS THE WORKING CLASS HEROES
March 12, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
There is something admirable about the current Rangers management which remains true to its working class roots by constantly seeking to reinforce its squad with home grown talent.
There was a time way back in the mid-eighties when the budding young Thatcherite David Murray, attempted to seize the zeitgeist 
and inculcate a somewhat more bourgeois and international ethos into the green grassy banks of the Clyde. Then everything seemed possible, Del Boy Trotter was the role model that all sought to emulate, the local wide boy done good. Equipped with the equivalent of the ubiquitous Filofax and monstrously massive pre-diluvian mobile phone, Rangers was not ashamed to yell from the highest summit; “We have loads of money!”.
How times change. Rangers has gone back to basics and now eschews any attempt to sound and even look like the vulgar nouveaux riches. Rangers has undergone a metamorphosis, a Protestant club with an increasingly non-Protestant following. A Scottish club with an increasingly worldwide appeal. A billionaire chairman with Calivinistic tendencies. The paradoxes just keep coming down good old Govan way.
And to the biggest paradox of all…..whisper it quietly..please don’t yell it. But Celtic has gone middle class. Shock! Gasp! Horror! Paddy is no longer in his midden ,but more likely Paddy is in the Mediterranean in his luxury villa.
A cursory glance around Celtic Park at match day will confirm the evolving and some might say frightening image of a Celtic support in turmoil. Parked in the main car park, the average pre-match Celtic supporter will have his Range Rover boot open through which one sees a sumptious hamper full of pheasant, foie gras, champagne and caviar.
He is more likely to be employed as a senior figure in some leading city corporation unlike his grandfather who merely swept for the corporation. (Oh how Brother Walfrid must be spinning in his sepulchre!) Celtic IS the establishment team in Scotland, how else do you explain the fact that the former Home Secretary is now their chairman? How else do you explain the fact that the previous incumbent was the deputy governor of the Bank of England? How esle do you explain the fact that champagne socialist Gorgeous George Galloway has signed up for the Brendanbeu?
But even at ground level a more disturbing picture emerges. Coatbridge’s gross domestic product is now officially double that of Larkhall. If you are born a Protestant in certain parts of Scotland, you will be born working class and will die working class. The same cannot be said of others.
This clearly is a continuation of the Tarrierization of Scotland, it is not a crime to be white, Protestant and non-academic. Rangers have proved that.
By Dawryll Kling
WALTER VENTS HIS FURY
March 9, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
The Gaffer directs his fury towards the match commander after being sent off today at the Scottish cup replay with Hibs.
There were heated exchanges between Walter and Hibs boss Paatelainen after Nacho Novo was sent off for a fair tackle on Gathuessi.
It would seem NO ONE is safe from sixty year old Walter’s fury!
THATCHER FUNERAL PREPARATIONS.
March 8, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
Preparations for Baroness Thatcher’s impending funeral got underway last night.
Despite Mrs Thatcher’s release from hospital late this morning, Off Sales across the country reported today a near sell out of champagne as people snapped up the bubbly libation by the box load.
Meanwhile a sick website appeared today to celebrate the dimise of Margaret, www.MaggieIsDead.com
A SPECIAL MESSAGE FOR MARGARET
March 8, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
A special Message For Margaret.
Dear Margaret, as the light slowly declines I wish to place on record my own personal appreciation of your sterling efforts to rescue this country of ours from dark, alien forces. Great Britain is a political and physical reality. Way back in the mists of history, it was obvious that we, the English, the Scots, the Welsh and true Ulstermen were hewn from the same stout oak.
When Magnus Carter put pen to paper, he enshrined our basic rights and liberties. This quintessential Britishness was embodied when King William of Orange (who wasn’t British, but became a good one eventually) routed the Catholic/Republican/Monarchists at the Battle of the Boyne.
You imbued us with a sense of pride, and I can vividly recall weeping tears of joy, the day our lads retook Port Stanley. When Prince Andrew stepped off his helicopter accompanied by his butler, I knew we were back in business.
You destroyed the communists in the shape of the Bolshevistic miners and reduced the unions to their proper role. Margaret, you also sorted out Ireland not giving an inch to the terrorist Republicans. Okay, you did sign the Anglo-Irish agreement which eventually led to power sharing. And okay, you did cause a lot of misery and slaughter following on from your irrational decision not to give into the demands of the hunger strikers. And okay, the fact that you did actually cave in to their demands very quietly later on doesn’t really matter.
But Margaret, your rise to power coincided with the rebirth of Rangers. Like you , we too found it very difficult in Europe. You clearly learned a lot from Sir David Murray and he was a major source of inspiration in those early days. There was always a season ticket available for you if you had only picked up the phone. I felt for you on the bleak day when you were forced to present the great unwashed with the Scottish Cup at Hampden. Whilst they waved their tri-colours at you and subjected you to a tirade of verbal abuse, your dignity shone through. Margaret, your portrait hangs on my bedroom wall, next to my poster of Paul Gascoigne.
Maam, I salute you.
By Daffyd Edgar.
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