Nihilism!

[26th of foot 6,126]

I attended yesterday's proceedings at Ibrox with no expectation and no hope. Walking to the ground reminded me of my start to my intermediate academic week some fifty-five years past. I began each Monday morning with triple Latin, a double period after Assembly was followed by morning break then another forty minutes of 'o me miserum'. My Latin master was Danny Sutherland, a genuine Polyglot, he taught Latin, Greek, Russian and, Arabic. His recreation was utilising other tongues, the four at the end of the Lochgelly extra heavy were particular favourites. Mea culpa, me maxima culpa.

 

Triple Latin was a dread, better to get in and take your punishment knowing you would feel better once it was over. Approaching the Stadium, I was lamenting Noon kick-offs. Normally, it would be over at two thirty and the process of emotional betterment could begin. What transpired was a growing feeling of being able to compete. We dominated, had 24 attempts on goal, scored three and, generally battered the Establishment club. I was transported back to the early seventies when we sang, 'who put the ball in the Sellik net, Alfie, Alfie'; securing a last minute Ne'erday victory. I was elated.

 

Last minute singing should have been the thing but that element within our support had other ideas. Throwing coins at the £11 million Belgian fud as he prepared to take a corner was a considered better idea. Striking Arnie on the cheek bone deflects, it changes the post match narrative and, allows the Yahoos something to hang on to. Since the League Cup final, the usual suspects have queued up to tell us, "you have nothing". 

 

Latin for nothing is 'nihil' and like most Latin words it can be extrapolated to greater significance - 'the absence of anything'. Why do they persist with unconsidered actions that detract from the greater Rangers joy? If they want to dispose of ten quid, then deposit the coins in a bucket and help our well skint club. I implore the club to identify and deal with the culprits in draconian fashion. Then, we can remind Peter of his stated intension of 24 years past to indentify and deal with the Yahoo that struck Fernando Ricksen on the head with a lighter.

 

 

[BlackSocksRedTops 3,874]

28 minutes ago, 26th of foot said:

I attended yesterday's proceedings at Ibrox with no expectation and no hope. Walking to the ground reminded me of my start to my intermediate academic week some fifty-five years past. I began each Monday morning with triple Latin, a double period after Assembly was followed by morning break then another forty minutes of 'o me miserum'. My Latin master was Danny Sutherland, a genuine Polyglot, he taught Latin, Greek, Russian and, Arabic. His recreation was utilising other tongues, the four at the end of the Lochgelly extra heavy were particular favourites. Mea culpa, me maxima culpa.

 

Triple Latin was a dread, better to get in and take your punishment knowing you would feel better once it was over. Approaching the Stadium, I was lamenting Noon kick-offs. Normally, it would be over at two thirty and the process of emotional betterment could begin. What transpired was a growing feeling of being able to compete. We dominated, had 24 attempts on goal, scored three and, generally battered the Establishment club. I was transported back to the early seventies when we sang, 'who put the ball in the Sellik net, Alfie, Alfie'; securing a last minute Ne'erday victory. I was elated.

 

Last minute singing should have been the thing but that element within our support had other ideas. Throwing coins at the £11 million Belgian fud as he prepared to take a corner was a considered better idea. Striking Arnie on the cheek bone deflects, it changes the post match narrative and, allows the Yahoos something to hang on to. Since the League Cup final, the usual suspects have queued up to tell us, "you have nothing". 

 

Latin for nothing is 'nihil' and like most Latin words it can be extrapolated to greater significance - 'the absence of anything'. Why do they persist with unconsidered actions that detract from the greater Rangers joy? If they want to dispose of ten quid, then deposit the coins in a bucket and help our well skint club. I implore the club to identify and deal with the culprits in draconian fashion. Then, we can remind Peter of his stated intension of 24 years past to indentify and deal with the Yahoo that struck Fernando Ricksen on the head with a lighter.

 

 

You simply cannot legislate for idiots. Look around you when park your car. When you go to the shops. When you are ordering coffee. They are everywhere unfortunately. People who are painfully unaware that they inhabit public spaces with other people. 50,000 people will always reflect a broad section of that society and sadly the idiots within that throng will always show their true colours and live up to their name. 

Edited January 3 by BlackSocksRedTops

[ranger_syntax 4,521]

Very un-Struthian.

[Sutton_blows_goats 5,688]

Shame the polis took that coin away, we could have put it towards a new centre half.

[MacK1950 2,412]

As purchasing indide Ibrox is by card only why was the moron carrying cash?!!!!!🙄😈😁

[Fa1833 259]

Nummulatores hominum, heu quam miserabiles! No excuses for the behaviour full stop.

Edited January 3 by Fa1833