Some months ago, when the mainstream media and a section of the Sevco Rangers support was wetting their pants over the prospect of the Great White Hope from South Africa sweeping into town to head up a revolution at Ibrox, this website posted a major article on how ludicrous the whole idea was, and we asked a lot of questions the media didn’t want to.
A few days after we posted our initial piece on the subject we had to post another, when Dave King, who had vowed not to leave Scotland until the job was done, departed after a meeting with the Sevco board, where we believe they threatened him with legal action for willfully trying to destabilise the company share price. I said then his humiliating retreat spelled the end.
Still, “experts” continued to pontificate on how strong King’s hand was, and how much sway he had over the Sevco support. The usual suspects amongst that support, the ones who have backed every loser in this saga already (hey Chris) rolled out their big predictions that they’d bring the board to its knees, and a long line of former players lined up right behind them.
Through it all, this website and others called it madness and said they were, again, backing a loser, that King’s plans were so full of holes and the man himself so basically without a clue that the whole scheme was going to end in tears. Still, they proceeded with it anyway.
They set up their website, asked the fans to put their money in there instead of into the club they love. How many did it? Who knows, but 17,000 at least renewed their season tickets, and this before the crowd-pleasing signings of Miller and Boyd. (More on them another time, friends.) When those numbers came out and the board released statements categorically rejecting the petulant demands of King and his ragged band of followers it was all over, and we said so.
Now, the climb-down is complete and the humiliation is total. The rebel website is being closed down, their plans an absolute failure. A lot of wasted effort, a lot of wasted time, a lot of hot air expended, another media campaign that failed to move the mood … it’s been a calamity.
The Union of Fans has been roundly defeated. The board is still in place, and still writing cheques to their predecessors. Ally is still spending money they’ve not got and the club continues to drift towards an inevitable collision with the iceberg of reality and debt. A series of efforts to get the law interested have come to nought, as though they were ever likely to succeed.
I have barely seen a campaign so poorly thought out, so badly organised, so destined to end in disaster and mishandled all the way from start to finish. Did they do anything right at all? Yeah, they ended it before the embarrassment got to be too acute. That’s about it. Everything else was farcical.
Confession time; it amuses me to have seen it go this way, and not for the reasons some on the Sevco forums will claim. I had no fears of Dave King taking over the club. It was not going to happen and even if it had, his giant ego would never have handled the inevitability of playing second fiddle to Ronny Deila’s Celtic. My own club is on a radically new path, swaggering into the future as the one from the other side of the city scrambles about in the past. King was never going to stop the forward march of Celtic, and deep down he knows it himself.
He would never have subject himself to that humiliation.
I am amused because the people who supported this bizarre and unworkable, this frankly ludicrous, scheme have learned precisely nothing from the past. The media that cheered for Murray, for Whyte, for Green, for Wallace and others still believes in every fruitcake scheme which claims to have the solution to Sevco’s ills. They still regurgitate press releases and PR statements like they are Holy Writ, without digging too deep or looking too closely. They still pick sides, when their job is to report the news, not to act as cheerleaders for one side or another.
It should shame them, except they have no shame. As long as they keep doing what they are doing their readerships will continue to shrink even as the bloggers and Internet Bampots continue to grow. The internet age has changed things, yes, but if these people acted as honest brokers, if they told the truth, if they reported facts, they wouldn’t be in the state they are in.
Some of the Sevco Rangers fans are even worse. They still let their hearts rule their heads, still let their dangerous fantasy of superiority influence their thought processes. They daydream and dwell on past glory so much that they can’t see the here and now, and any kind of distraction from reality is tough enough for people who need to focus before they can work the buttons on their trousers as it is. This can’t have been good for them.
Richard Gough, one of King’s most high profile supporters, and one of the standards behind which the Sevco fans were expected to rally, has talked about the South African fraudster having a “Plan B, C and D”, but as many of us never saw evidence that he even had a Plan A I am not holding my breath on seeing any of them in the light of day. Indeed, unless one of those plans is to cut out all the extraneous nonsense and simply buy shares in the club until he owns enough to do what he wants then there seems little point in even debating what they might be.
No, in truth, this was the last throw of the dice for those who were pinning their hopes on him, which is probably why we’re now reading tiresome tales of Brian Kennedy and Souness again, resurrecting the “possibility” of Smith and others putting in another appearance. It’s all nonsense, of course, but hope has to be kept alive, especially as it’s all there is left.
The time for rescues is over. The moment when the fans could have influenced the direction of this thing came and went quite some time ago. No-one is riding to the rescue, a fact that now has to be dawning on even the blindest supporters.
The signings of Miller and Boyd are weakness masquerading as strength, like a salesman who’s losing customers going out and buying a new car to represent success. Coming at a time when the club should be making cuts they are a clear demonstration that McCoist is still riding roughshod over the board, with no-one feeling they are in a position to pull him aside and tell him to work with what he’s got. They are as rudderless as they’ve ever been.
This club without leaders, this board without a plan, this divided support, this team reliant on players who represent the past, who’s future is behind them … this is the collective that will play out the rest of this little comedy. Other “saviours” may pop up, have their day in the sun and then exit stage left the way King has done, but in real terms it’s over.
These are the people who’ll have to gut it out until the finish. The directors who are in place right now are those who will have to come up with a plan, one that satisfies the men behind the scenes as well as the fans. They’ll have to put together a share issue, and sell it to a sceptical support.
They’ll be responsible for carrying the inevitable debts … until they no longer want to.
They are the ones who will decide when, and how, the plug is pulled.
This is the cast who’ll be on stage for the Final Act.
The curtain is going up soon. Please take your seats. The show is about to begin.
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