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Honestly, what are the chances of so many incompetents finding a berth in the same organisation? Probably close to zero so you'd almost think the SPFL has to be deliberately recruiting people who have neither the skills nor the intellectual equipment do their appointed jobs. Only in Scotland do we treasure failure and reward stupidity.

“from the first whistle to the last”, AGAIN! ”BBC Scotland is now a public dis-service broadcaster” - Angus Robertson. ”BBC Scotland is a public service broadcaster” - Nicola Sturgeon. ”Pensioners rely on public service broadcasting, most have no access to live streaming” - John Swinney. ”what do you think of the BBC’s decision to stop broadcasting the First Minister’s Covid briefings”? - Stuart Cosgrove’s first question to Scottish Government’s National Clinical Director, Jason Leitch last Saturday. Above are the reactions from the great and the good to the news that the national broadcaster was considering curtailing live coverage of the First Minister’s daily outpourings on Covid 19. Concern was expressed for pensioners, the long term sick, those living in Scotland’s many remote parts, ....... etc. BBC Scotland is essential to the country’s homogeneity. Thursday evening was Europa Cup qualifiers night, Scotland had three clubs playing. Rangers were in Gibraltar, taking on ra Sellik’s conquerors, Lincoln Red Imps, kicking off at 16.00 hrs. Aberdeen traveled to Norway to face Viking and Motherwell crossedthe Irish Sea to take on Colraine; both games starting at 19.30 hrs. PQ’s coverage began at 18.00 hrs, Big Dick introduced Al Lamont who was sat next to him in the studio and invited him to give a report on Rangers 5-0 victory on the rock. Lamont had watched the game on a monitor, viewing either Premier Sports or Rangers TV. His report was stilted, lasted a few minutes, including questions from Big Dick. Basically, it was routine For Rangers and the only concern was Roofe’s injury. During the match, ie the previous two hours, PQ broadcast, ‘Drivetime’ - the station’s normal two hour evening news programme. There were two Sport Desks during the show and the current score was given on each occasion. Combined with Al Lamont’s post match report, that was the extent of BBC Scotland’s coverage of Rangers visit to Gibraltar. “From the first whistle till the last”, SERIOUSLY? From six until ten O’Clock, Big Dick was breathless with excitement as fellow Dandy Don, Liam McLeod commentated live from Stavanger. James McFadden was live with updates from Colraine, Billy Dodds sat beside Big Dick in the studio and he whooped with delight as the Scottish standard was hoisted higher and higher by the Dons and ‘Well. The Scottish co-efficient was mentioned and discussed. Pensioners, the long term sick, those living in remote areas, ...... etc are all important folks, if interference is being run on there collective listening to the First Minister’s live Covid briefings five days a week. The very minute those same folks, who are all paying their BBC license fees, are re-categorised as, “h-u-ns and typical orange wankers” they are relegated to 15 second burst transmissions during an evening news show. The extent of preferred prejudice within the a Gang Hut was under pinned last Saturday by PQ sending both Cosgrove and Cowan to Fir Park to cover the Motherwell- St Johnstone game for the open mikes segment of the programme. This follows Cowan accompanying Preston to Fir Park for the ‘Well - Glentoran match. We are all desperate to view live football, but really it’s only those and such as those within the PQ Gang Hut that receive the privilege of from the first whistle to the last.

Well done to both teams

At last, clubs and players with the self-respect to stop grovelling to this utterly dishonest premise. When will Rangers players have the good sense to join them?

Gun pointed at his sitting target, McCauley demands “look at me.” Waingro sniffles and blubbers, terrified to look up. McCauley growls. “Look at me.” Waingro slowly raises his head just as everything falls out his arse and his lights are switched off. That, McCauley thinks, will teach him to wear a fu**ing Craig Whyte mask to a Scottish Cup tie (or something similar – I haven’t memorised the lines). Last time Dundee United were at Ibrox they brought the biggest support they’ve ever had in our place, split evenly as a neutral venue, and it was one of those few times I’ve seen Rangers play above themselves domestically, post-Souness, and lose. No. Sorry. Scrub that. As of 5pm last Saturday, the last time Dundee United played at Ibrox there were no fans of either club present, locked out because of Covid-19, and the 4-0 doing they escaped with flattered them almost as much as the gloating attention we as a support granted their relegation from the top flight - at Dens Park by Dundee (sat helpless on your sofa in your bathrobe) - and their subsequent promotion play-off failures against Hamilton, Livingston and, on penalties, St Mirren (two to the chest; one to the skull) over four of the last five years. Four goals, but it should have been five-nil. Four injuries, but it should have been five-nil. Ryan Kent maintains his goal-every-second-game ratio of this season and Tav, in the armband, maintains his goal-every-five-games ratio in the 250th appearance of his five year Rangers career, and it’s all over by half-time. Kemar Roofe brilliantly poaches a Scotty Arfield drive and then Scotty needs no poachers as he finishes off a sublime team drive: Goldson picking, Ryan twisting and flicking, Hagi slicking his way down whatever avenue hurts them most, again; what a counter-attack – what a goal - Four-nil: Look at me. Look. At. Me. A regal Stevie G, a studious Neil McCann, a freezing Emma Dodds and the world’s only balding, retired 12-year-old, Alan Hutton, can estimate all they like, on a Tyldesley-less Rangers TV, how many more we should have scored on Saturday. I can confirm we were just one shy. It might be a dish best served cold but by the time Rangers get round to serving up some revenge, it’s usually freezing and it’s usually by five clear goals. It was nice winning 3-0 at Pittodrie under Pedro. But we were under the cosh for most of that game and it amounted to little more than paying off some of the interest still being accumulated. The 5-0 we did them by at Ibrox last September felt like the moment we put the sheepish types back in their pen for putting us out both cups, simply by being organised, and the concomitant McInnes embarrassment. That five-goal trouncing began taking chunks out the principal sum they’re owed. That was young Vito Corleone/Andolini, carving up his parents’ murderer, Don Ciccio, in Godfather II. Hearts continue to give us problems at Tynecastle. But by the time they put us out the Scottish Cup this February, their annoyances were already heading inexorably back to “crumbs from the master’s table” category. We’d just progressed to the last 16 of the Europa League and, after beating them in all four league fixtures in Gerrard’s first season, at Ibrox last December the maroon buffoons got done 5-0. In that game it was almost like the Hearts died but Rangers did far more than survive. Wouldn’t you agree, my ingrate Jambo friends whose team we applauded round the Parkhead pitch after they left us trophy-less in 1997-98 and whose club we kept alive for decades by packing their death trap open terracing off Gorgie Road? That was Heat again; McCauley executing Roger van Zant for trying to kill him and his crew when all they wanted to do was sell him back his bearer bonds to everyone’s profit. And, of course, this very midweek, we avenged the most embarrassing European result in the history of our fellow Glasgow giants. We didn’t just beat Lincoln Red Imps for the sake of making it through to next week’s qualifier versus Willem II. No. We did it for the collective pride of the SPFL, we did it for the reputation of Scottish football and – most of all – we did it to provide some peace and comfort to our separated brethren across our beloved city. And, of course, we did it by five clear goals (although the fifth goal was pretty unclear and the fourth was a complete mystery – I watched it on Premier Sports). By the end of Taxi Driver, the world thinks Travis Bickle’s an avenging angel but, really, he just hated everyone in his immediate vicinity and wanted to shoot stuff up. I doubt this will be the season we beat Celtic by five clear goals in a game. We’ll do that as a celebration of our newly redoubled confidence after we’re league champions. They – the only side I have ever seen score five at Ibrox or see, on live telly as it was, beat us by five in a domestic game - will be getting theirs soon enough. However, in fairness, that 2016 Scottish Cup semi makes us the last side to have beaten Celtic in any domestic competition; last season’s Europa League makes us the last Scottish side to have gone past them in any competition and, since we’ve arrived back in the top flight, Rangers stopped their 22-game winning run of 2016-17 - becoming the first Scottish side to take league points from them at Parkhead that season - and last December became the first Scottish side in over five years to beat them in a meaningful league home game. And, tell me now, how does it feel? Now that the Arabs of Tannadice have been given that first-person pasting we craved so bad for so long, do you feel like the Highlander at The Quickening? Do you feel like Michael watching Al Neri shoot Fredo in the middle of his Hail Mary? Do you feel avenged? Do you feel sated? Do you feel like a big man? Well, do ya? No, me neither. It was nice. It’s always nice to skelp someone who’s annoying you. But there’s nothing like getting what you want to remind you what you actually need. Re-reading my little list, above, of our recent “achievements” against Celtic, it’s actually a list of Celtic achievements. There’s a difference between occasionally annoying someone specific and utterly dominating everyone. I didn’t crack open the champers on Saturday night or sit in front of Pointless Celebrities feeling smugly vindicated. All it takes is one good pasting of one of these rivals we’ve boycotted or cursed or swore revenge upon since 2012 to make you realise they’re as worthy of our ire as gonky big Richard Osman’s snidey barbs are deserving of a retort from urbane co-host Alexander Armstrong, and about as capable of overhauling us long-term on the football pitch as any member of Bucks Fizz is capable of naming the most obscure elements of the periodic table not ending in “-ium”. I want every opponent crushed and I need to see some crushed more than others. But, really, it’s all emotional displacement. Slaughtering the biggest opponents Scotland has to offer outside Glasgow is just a corollary of Rangers being back on top – of Rangers being back where we belong. It’s not revenge on isolated clubs we crave – it’s revenge on the Banter Years. And you get that via Glory Years. Live Podcast this Sunday This Sunday at 9.30pm we'll have another Gersnet Podcast live on Youtube. Don't miss it and remember you can take part via the chat facility! VISIT OUR YOUTUBE CHANNEL On Sunday we visit a club whose fans are busily trying to overtake Aberdeen’s in hating Rangers as a badge of honour and, historically, have given us the occasional bloody nose. The ill-will’s underpinned by their name versus our demographic. That they’re Scotland’s fifth-biggest club and, “alongside” Rangers, one of only five to have been Scottish champions more than twice, makes it inevitable we’ll have a tense relationship, that they’ll have their moments against us. Revenge? Vengeance? It’s rarely more than a dramatic device. We have to remember Neil McCauley made an arse of killing Waingro earlier in Heat and it’s his inability to let it go which leads to his own death, pretty much outside Waingro’s hotel, just as he should have been sailing off into the sunset with the love of his life. The laws of drama right now say either blunt-edged Rangers are about to give someone Scottish a terrible doing or the first goal especially parsimonious Rangers concede this season will be an opposition winner rather than a mere consolation. Both those screenplays are realistic at Easter Road. It largely depends on the actors. Roofe and Tavernier went off in Gibraltar to add to the three we haven’t seen again from last Saturday. Precautionary or not, our understudies are good but, as always, motivation is key. We only played Hibs three times last season but we won in every possible pain-inflicting way; a late comeback win midweek at Ibrox; a Christmas three-going-on-ten-nil exhibition at Easter Road: But the 6-1 home win last August was the first proper payback for the Hampden atrocities of May 2016. Six-one. Five clear goals. Godfather II again: Don Fanucci, who threatened his business, in the face and chest as Vito’s home-made silencer ignites more brightly than the flickering hallway bulb outside his apartment door. We’ve done Hibs revenge. Beating them in cup finals or relegating them cannot adequately pain a support so used to both. Invading the pitch to attack their players would only make us animals. No. They’ve been dealt with on the Revenge front. Now it’s just about finishing off any pretensions they had to the title. Let’s do that the way Jake LaMotta does to Tony Janiro in Raging Bull: It’s not revenge. We just want to make sure no-one can ever again say they’re looking good. We merely want to beat them to a bloody pulp. Possible team (4-2-3-1):

Let's not have any messing about tomorrow at Easter road let's get out on the park and get the job done mon the gers .

I’m guessing but I’d think Daniel Johnson is our no1 target at the moment. I see he was left out today by Preston.

Former winger/left sided player needed like a hole in the head.

I think we need to be realistic. We will concede goals. As long as we don’t concede any goals against Celtic.

Most probable outcome.

The interesting thing with this is the reference to “civil and criminal proceedings”. The criminal proceedings are vital such that the victims get the justice they so richly deserve against the perpetrators of such horrific, heinous crimes. But also interesting will be the civil proceedings. In civil proceedings invariably the plaintiff will chase the deepest pockets - so undoubtedly Gordon, and presumably the many other abuse victims, will be chasing Celtic. This could be absolutely catastrophic for Celtic financially which obviously helps us - however, by far the most important aspect of the civil proceedings for me would be that the many victims receive proper, appropriate financial compensation for what amounted to, in many cases, completely dismantled and ruined lives and, in the case of Andrew Gray, premature death via suicide thanks to the abhorrent actions of those entrusted to nurture and protect him. The perpetrators are the scum of the earth and deserve never to see the light of day again. However, so too the organizations that not just enabled these horrific actions but buried them, swept them under the carpet, denied them and, worse, actually victimized the victims by accusing them of false accusations. Its as sordid an affair as you can get and, if it had been dealt with the way it SHOULD have been, the biggest historical stain on the whole of Scottish sport, EVER. But such is the state of Scotland these days that its far more popular to give a shit about the face painter not being paid than it is about innocent children being sexually abused by those entrusted to protecting them. Scum of the earth !