One would be astonished if the new board of the SPFL after an hour or so of deliberation and a minimum of e-mail correspondence from Rod McKenzie, to inform them as to whether they can get away with it, do little more than to circle the wagons around Neil Doncaster.
Their Chief Executive, more than most, is responsible for the lie that is continuation. He woke up one morning and had a Eureka moment: Let’s ignore the fact that Rangers are being liquidated, and as Charles Green clearly stated in court there is no Rangers, and pretend that Rangers Lite are Rangers continued. To add credibility to his marketing wheeze he chose to confer the new club with the trophies won by the old club. No member club has ever challenged his sophistry. If Rangers Lite can be sold to broadcasters as the most successful club in world domestic football, versus former European Cup winners Celtic, thus squeezing a few more million out of Sky and BT Sport, why would the clubs complain as the crumbs from a rich man’s table fall on their laps?
However when one finds that many of these conferred titles were won by cheating, he was forced to have a rethink: Let’s create a commission. The SFA have a stable of ‘safe’ QCs on the make, and former members of the justiciary, who can be relied on to arrive at any verdict of one’s choosing, particularly if you reduce their scope to that of a pinhead. Then throw in the Chief Executive of the SFA appellate committee, and Billy Bob Smith’s your uncle. Add a few words about no competive advantage to please the Rangers fans and the bookies that want to bleed them dry, then tie it all up in a pretty bow to present to a compliant 4th estate.
Doncaster’s sinecure as Chief Executive gave him enough time to acquire a Masters degree in Business Administration. He had no need to study in the evening as he had time on his hands in his working day. He would naturally put down his books when Stewart Regan wandered along the 6th floor corridor for afternoon tea and mendacity. Allowing Rangers to participate in Europe with a fully crystallised overdue payable quantum of £2.8m was causing poor Stewart some concern. He had had to engage in counter-terrorism training as The Klan were conspiring to murder him, so he subverted the rules to save his scrawny neck. What’s a few rules when compared to spilling his blood on Mrs Regan’s doilies? The Klan don’t do scones and courtship dances. Regan had no intention of taking one for the team.
Doncaster’s bullshit, which clings to his office like an H Block dirty protest, is one of the root causes of the civil war that is going to erupt in Scottish football. The Craig Whyte trial had the takeaway of Sir Bribe & Lie admitting that the modern day equivalent of cash stuffed in envelopes to be handed over at service stations in the dead of night, had given him the latitude to buy players that he could otherwise not have afforded.
Murray’s tax evasion had eighty takers including the incorrigible tax cheat Barry Ferguson who transferred his share in his £1.2m gated mansion to his wife in 2011 as a precaution to the HMRC shit hitting the fan. By the time that it did, he just sidestepped the £1.4m due by declaring himself bankrupt. Did Ferguson send his three children to state schools? Did he and his family avail themselves of the National Health Service? How about The Armed Forces, the bigots in uniform that parade at Ibrox? Nothing Barry? Did you go so far as to buy a poppy or are you as tight as you are corrupt?
Despite this the Daily Record will allow this unconscionable tax cheat to pen a column in their failing rag. What a role model this former captain of Rangers is. I guess it could be worse when one recalls the days of Richard Gough soliciting under age male prostitutes. Is Barry’s tax fiddling better than Richard’s rent boy fiddling?
Is this the heritage that The Klan will kill for to protect?
Meanwhile on the park Lee Wallace is getting the Caixinha Cold Shoulder as he is surplus to requirements at Speedy Gonzales FC. The full Barrie v Banger Bhuna is being visited upon our favourite Supergrass:
“Those pesky Hibs fans called me bad names Mr.McLean. Just as well that 200 of The Klan rushed the field when we were safely in the dressing room to preserve our dignity.”
Alves has been promised the Captain’s Armband. Pedro is growing tired of Wallace & Gromit (Kenny Miller) not high-kicking to his every word. It has been a long close season since Lite lost out to a Luxembourg Lucky Bag of part-timers. I’m sure there’s no truth in the rumour that the Grass has been overheard stating:
“Infamy, infamy, Banger’s got it in for me.”
At Celtic Park this evening Celtic host a useful Rosemborg side without a recognised centre forward. I broke the exclusive news on Twitter that Dembele’s hamstring was playing up again and that he would miss out on another big night of European football at Celtic Park. A two goal cushion might be difficult to come by when relying upon Armstrong and Rogic to both find the net. Johnny Hayes is a competent journeyman but not a patch on Patrick Roberts. The team from The Paris of The North are deadly on the break. It should be a cracking tie played before a capacity crowd, minus The Green Brigade. Not that capacity crowds are in any way unique at Celtic as they have sold out on season tickets for 2017/2018 and opened a waiting list for 2018/2019.
The only fly in Celtic’s ointment is the systemic tax evasion and cheating of Rangers. It’s the governing body’s (the SFA) duty to sanction Rangers for their industrial cheating. If Lawwell decides to throw his weight around, Regan will need more than Doncaster to hold his jacket.