SAVE MY BELOVED RANGERS…
August 7, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
My name is Robert McKinnon and I am sixty-three years of age, in my lifetime Rangers has been my sole and constant companion.
Like lovers, we’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve always remained loyal and dare I say, faithful to each other.
No other club has ever tempted me, and I have never flirted with anything other than the imperious red, white and blue. There was that sexual buzz that I always got when entering Ibrox.
As I pushed myself forward through the turnstile and then instinctively mounted the terrace, I was almost overcome with the heady aroma of unwashed bodies, plus the sweat, bovril and mince pies which combined to provide a heady concoction which proved overpowering.
Lovemaking needs music and as Billy Shakespeare one said; “Let music be the food of love”. I would listen ecstatically as “Simply the Best” rang round the hallowed walls of Ibrox, save within its womb in the knowledge that it could never get any better than this.
Last Tuesday in Kaunas romance died forever, I have fallen out of love with my beloved Rangers. We have grown apart, the club is not like the beautiful lady I once knew. She no longer listens to me, before she had class and dignity now she looks and sounds like a cheap tart. The lady has become a whore, I will not be going back to Ibrox.
I want a divorce.
Original By Steve Clark
STEIN SOLD HIS SOUL FOR A FEW £££
June 23, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
“Up until Jock Stein came, Celtic were nothing, absolutely nothing.”
Celtic had one or two decent players but as a team they amounted to nothing. Crerand was decent as was big John Hughes, but that was about it.
We used to love humiliating them, rubbing their noses in it. Back then they knew their place.
The 1963 cup final replay was a great day, when we got the third goal ensuring their end of Hampden emptied in minutes. They could never accept a beating from us, self respect was not in them.
We had loads of money and they had none, that was why all their best players left them. Then came Stein. I have never understood why a man of his background could have ever played for them never mind manage them.
It’s wrong to speak ill of the dead, but it has to be said Stein was a traitor. By associating himself with Celtic he gave away his birthright and nationality.
But at Celtic even intelligent strong willed people cannot stand up to their constant brainwashing. That is what happened to Jock Stein, he sold his soul for a few pounds
Stein was a good manager, there can be no doubt about that. However, he benefited from being able to sign Catholics whereas we couldn’t for historical reasons which made sense at the time, and still make sense today.
We have to remember that way back then there were no coloureds in Scotland, and there was only one true religion. Sadly, like our glorious signing policy that has been consigned to the dustbin. Was it wrong not to sign Catholics?
Of course not and some of my best friends are Catholic! Catholics were actually delighted that we had a non-Catholic policy as it gave them more to choose from, so all in all everybody was happy at the arrangement.
The sixties and seventies were hard times for Rangers supporters as we struggled on the field. Meanwhile, our kith and kin were being attacked in Ulster.
The worst was 1967 when Celtic won the European Cup against eleven unwilling, Italian Catholics. I wept that night, it was then that I knew we had entered a new permissive age. The Beatles, drugs, long hair, brown bread and slip on shoes.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
Original by Steve Clark
SOCIETY, MANCHESTER, AND WHY I SUPPORT RANGERS
May 28, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
Gordhun Smith reveals how he wept when he saw the images from Manchester on his television screen. They were not tears of shame or sorrow but of anger.
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I was incensed that a handful of drunken idiots have besmirched the good name of my club and everything that our great institution represents.
I won’t fall into the trap of blaming foreign infiltrators, be they “Chelsea” fans or taigs with tickets, no we have in the best traditions of Scotland’s premier club to hold up our hands and say, “sorry, we are guilty”.
The handful of morons who donned our colours may well call themselves Rangers fans ,but they are not followers as they do not follow on. And therein lies the difference, we follow a club, they cheer when we are winning.
I was not unable to follow myself due to my bunions but I was there in spirit.
When that great man David Edgar said that the trouble at Manchester was reflection of society, he was merely speaking the truth.
Single parents, underage drinking, teenage pregnancies, AIDS, social security scroungers, asylum seekers…..and the list goes on and on and on.
Let’s put it his way. Fifty years ago, there was no AIDS, there were no gays or lesbians, there was no unemployment or teenage pregnancies because the word ‘teenager’ had never been invented!
There was capital and corporal punishment, people had RESPECT for themselves and the society in which they lived. Of course I could be accused of looking through the world with blue tinted glasses and am merely reporting what I thought I saw.
But look at the facts, people didn’t get murdered in the numbers they do today. A policeman would come along in the street and cuff a youngster’s ear and that was the problem solved.
At school, teachers were allowed to belt naughty children and it never did them any harm.
This was incidentally the post-war period after we had helped destroy fascism. The monarchy was revered and everybody was happier. Rangers too were THE team, everybody knew their place, things worked and it was the natural order.
Then came the sixties.
It is no coincidence that the decade that saw drugs, hippies, free love and the abolition of capital punishment saw the rise of Celtic and the trouble in Ireland and America with some people protesting and trying to get above their station.
By giving blacks and Irish Catholics more civil rights in Northern Ireland and America, society began to crumble and events degenerated terribly.
At Manchester, we saw the final phase in this development. This new society now means anarchy, lawlessness and mayhem.
This is not Rangers fault and has nothing to do with football.
By Gordhun Smith
THIS IS NOW, THIS IS THE HOUR
May 24, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
Now is the time; history is about to be made. From nothing we have become something; from a long sleep we have awakened; from the dead we have returned.
Since first we ambled onto Fleshers Haugh, as young men in the Victorian Past, every era of Rangers have walked forward carrying the torch of our club.
The standards set by Mr Struth have been etched in the marble and brick of our stadium and our hearts. Yes, teams and individuals have failed, but true Rangers never have.
This week, we make new history for the club. The beloved ghosts of the stadium, from stairway thirteen to the dressing room, look down on us and this team and they want us to win; to win not just for them, for they are in the past, but to win for now; for the present of this club, for ourselves and for the future, for our children. We owe to them and we owe it to ourselves.
We will play with courage, we will defend with heart and voice, we will attack with belief and pride and we will be dignified, honest and ready. We will struggle at times, but we will prevail. We were the people back then and we are the people still.
I believe we will emerge from this week filled with pride.
Thank you Walter.
by Darryl King
PARANOIA; THE CELTIC DISEASE IS CATCHING
May 5, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
It was often said that if you accused the average Celtic supporter of being paranoid, half of him would agree with you in total certainty whereas the other half wouldn’t be quite sure about the question at all.
Whether it was the potato blight in the 1850’s or their terrorist past in Ireland, it is clear that a large section of Celtic supporters have been genetically scarred by past events.
Sigmund Freud once famously declared that “the one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever is the Irish.”
It is an amusing thought to have the father of modern psychology try and plumb the depths of the average Celtic supporter.
Celtic supporters may not have an Oedipus complex but after a few shaky sessions at the Brendanbeu, they quickly develop an edifice complex as the bricks and meccano, sway in an uneasy harmony especially if a breeze gets up.
Celtic supporters are also very thin skinned and have in the recent past called for the head (and succeeded) of a Scottish journalist for harmlessly referring to them as being “bead rattlers”.
The paranoid have no sense of humour as they are unable to relate to the real world. The bottom line is that football is merely an outlet for the human condition.
However, more alarmingly it seems as if the paranoia virus may be spreading over from the genetic misfits to mainstream normal society.
First of all just let me clear up a few things, I am not and have never been a Rangers supporter despite suggestions to the contrary. I remain a devoted follower of Partick Thistle and have absolutely no connection or affection with Rangers.
However, you have to say that there is something in the complaints which Rangers supporters are making about some bizarre and inexplicable decisions in recent weeks.
This should not be confused with paranoia as Rangers supporters are renowned for their objective, dispassionate view on games. After all they are descended from a race of people that gave us the Enlightenment, rational thought and in the process conquered half the world and brought light to darkest Africa.
I myself was subjected to a disgraceful allegation by an ex-professional footballer who slurred me on air. (I am currently seeking advice from my lawyers, Findlay, Findlay and Findlay.)
I do not favour either of the Old Firm in their unsavory fight for the SPL. Suffice to say and here Freud can interpret my dream……
” Look at the clear blue celestial sky above, all is peace and tranquility. Look below however to the green fetid pools of death and destruction”.
I am sure you know what I mean.
By Dawwyl Kling
Original by Steve Clark
BORUC INCITES MOB YET AGAIN
May 2, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
There can be no doubt that the insane antics of Artur Boruc did much to incite a home crowd, already notorious for its rowdy behaviour. However, by parading around publicly dressed in a T-shirt bearing the portrait of the Pope goes way beyond what is deemed acceptable.
Let’s be clear about one thing, it took incredible restraint by the passionate Rangers support who refused to rise to the bait of the satanic Slav. One can only imagine what the defunct Pontiff would have made of his venerable countenance being borne on a muddy, sweaty goalkeeper’s jersey.
Is this Boruc’s attempt to ‘honour’ a national hero? If it is then all I can say is that there must be thousands of perplexed Polacks who must be hanging their heads in shame at the sheer audacity and gnaffness of the increasingly unstable goalkeeper.
As for the title , “the holy goalie” , well Celtic supporters cheapen their own religion by elevating a clown to the role of a spiritual leader. Boruc was at it, he knows, Celtic supporters know it, everybody knows it.
I realize that he probably isn’t too intelligent, but Chief Inspector Forbes McKinnon of Strathclyde Police and match controller, was not too happy with the Pole’s attempt to whip the excitable Celtic fans into an even more crazed state. Religion, Celtic and an Old Firm victory are the unholy trinity that must be avoided at all costs.
I have it on good authority that the Polish Ambassador to Scotland has been contacted with a view to bringing pressure to bear on his wayward compatriot. Let’s hope that he is not poleaxed by the diplomat’s undiplomatic use of language.
By David Legit (honest)
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