Let’s take the return – the welcome return – of RTC to Twitter.
The information he’s putting out there is, as usual, amazing.
The documents which show that Walter Smith had an EBT are not at all surprising, but they offer an insight into the Real Rangers Men which should intrigue everyone.
I wrote an article for this site last year called The Enemies of Rangers?. I made it clear who I believed those enemies to be; the people who’ve lied to their supporters over and over again.
Since that article was written, the inconvenient truth about Ally McCoist has seeped into the public domain.
When he said “we don’t do walking away” some of us realised he was talking about sticking it out on a huge and unjustified salary, that he was actually saying he’d be hanging in there as long as the terms and conditions were to his liking.
We tried to point that out.
Sevco fans didn’t listen, but they can no longer be in denial about what McCoist was; a leech, a fat, well fed leech who had every incentive to stay when others went.
He’s never going to come close to those earnings again.
Indeed, my prediction, made back when Sevco was born in the lower leagues, that he would never again manage a team in top flight football, anywhere, looks more secure by the day.
He and his predecessor, Walter Smith himself, did as much as any two people apart from Murray to speed that club towards the inevitable graveyard. They behaved with a selfishness that was, and still is, absolutely appalling, and yet their role in the downfall of that club remains largely unscrutinised except on certain blogs and websites.
Back in 2012, Alex Thomson broke ranks on this issue to become the first mainstream journalist in the UK to actually question the role played by Smith in what happened to Rangers.
It was commonly known, at the time, that the then boss was one of the loudest voices at the club raised against the austerity package Lloyds’ point man, Donald Muir, was trying to implement.
I think, to this day, that would have saved them.
What happened instead was that Smith went on the radio and told the world the bank was running the club, and in doing so he got the supporters behind a vicious campaign against them.
The banners, protesting against Lloyds, began to turn up at the ground. Impromptu protests sprung up outside the headquarters and at local branches. The calls came for supporters to start closing their accounts en masse.
Instead of offering a rousing chorus in praise of the one man on the board who was trying to enforce fiscal sanity on the rest – and the rest included Paul Murray and Dave King, let’s not forget – instead they were united in singing Money’s Too Tight To Mention.
Stop for a moment and ponder that for a second, the sheer insanity of what these people were doing.
Smith had said the bank was running the club. What he meant effectively was that Rangers existed at their indulgence.
Think about the idiocy, the lunacy, that’s required to actually spit in the faces of the people who are keeping your lights on.
The banks were the best friends Rangers ever had.
The nine in a row years would not have happened without them.
The club got to 2012 precisely because the banks were letting them spend far more than they ought to have. Forget EBT’s. This club was financially doped for years beyond count, before Murray ever embarked on that scheme.
Now we know that Smith was a recipient of one of those “trust funds”, thanks to what’s now in the public domain.
Aside from his own huge salary, he, too was taking a wee bit extra.
He spent years telling the world how committed he was to the club. In point of fact, the money was right and that’s what mattered. In fact, we can see, clearly, that there was barely an individual connected with the Ibrox operation who wasn’t sucking the marrow off the bones.
How tough must it have been for players and executives when they realised the gravy train was about to come to a sudden stop?
We’ve all been saying for a while now that the worst enemies of the club were the people inside its own walls, and that’s still the case today.
Only this time, there’s a new man at the helm.
I don’t have to tell anyone how I feel about Dave King or his alleged plans for the club. Nothing he says or does stacks up, and in doing a similar thing to what Rangers did over Lloyds – picking a fight with the people keeping the lights on – he’s dragged the club into a legal and financial dogfight against a guy with the means to shut them down.
Today Sports Direct released a statement accusing King of “misleading the fans.”
We’ve been saying much the same thing since he rode into town, and I understand why the supporters don’t want to hear it. There is no messiah on the horizon for this club, no-one waiting in the wings if King’s revolution upends and he’s forced to admit what we all know.
They’ve picked this guy. This is the last throw of the dice before hard times.
Those hard times are coming whether he’s there or not, but the truth of that will come down like an anvil if Ashley hammers him in court this time next week. God help them then.
In the meantime, King, like Murray, and like Smith, has his wee favourites and he’s not shy about promoting them.
Unlike those guys, King doesn’t choose them based on any skills they might have.
His decision to promote Chris Graham to the board could only have come from someone rewarding sheer sycophancy, without a clue as to what that move represented. It blew up, spectacularly, when the “fan rep” had to resign within days.
Yesterday, he appointed John Brown as the club’s ambassador for a trip to Russia, to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the Moscow Dynamo tour of the UK at the end of the Second World War. I can think of few less credible people to be representing a football club in an official capacity, but this is Sevco, and there’s something almost beautiful about the decision.
This is the sneering, semi-literate halfwit who Hugh Keevins once famously said wouldn’t have green jelly at his table at a night out once. A complete muppet, a goon, right out of nutjob Central Casting.
The guy who once made headlines standing on a doorstep shouting about title deeds, in front of a howling mob, foaming at the mouth, will now be travelling to Russia wearing a club blazer and tie.
Ambassador John Brown.
Wow. Just wow.
Sevco fans don’t like me much.
That’s hardly a surprise.
But sometimes you need someone from the outside to tell you the truth a friend won’t.
When you consider who their idols are, and the way those people have behaved, they should be welcoming any advice that doesn’t come from the Real Rangers Men.
This is an absolute shambles.
That they don’t want to hear that is only one reason they’re heading down the tubes.
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