There are a number of issues bubbling under in what passes for Scottish football governance at the moment. Celtic called for a review. The SFA maintained their stony silence. The SPFL read a ludicrous pre-prepared statement by Gerry Moynihan and decided no further action was necessary. It was all done and dusted in forty-eight hours. Neil Doncaster engaged in an interview with Grant Russell and blatantly lied. The latest event is Pargate. The CQN’s inertia on this does not bode well. If they had been told by the Judicial Review Requisitioners to keep their powder dry they would not have passed their information to the SFA Compliance Officer, Tony McGlennan.
A cynic might conclude:
Why would dust present itself to a vacuum cleaner.
Meanwhile the latest innovation by the squatter at Auchenhowie is to counteract the clamour for title stripping with a call to ‘add the titles.’ The titles won by Orange Ordure draft dodgers who claimed that they were members of the cloth. How the denizens of Ibrox can wear poppies truly beggars belief. If anyone ever thought integrity would break out at Ibrox, then think again. These individuals would mug their grandmothers to reinforce their deluded sense of supremacy and to get one over Timmy.
However there is one scenario in Pargate that could prove to be a silver bullet. If several former Dunfermline players have gone on the record to assert that they were told, or worst still bribed, to throw the game at Ibrox then it will be difficult for the SFA to finesse it. No-one expects them to act. If only one player volunteered information, he will be dismissed as a bitter fantasist, as was the case with Hugh Adam when he lifted the lid on Rangers cheating in 2002. Did the SFA intervene when the cheating was presented to them on TV? Of course not. The cheating continued for another nine seasons.
Jimmy Calderwood is a buffoon who fancied himself as a celebrity after overcooking his bloated body in a sun bed. He made not to put too fine a point of it, a total prick of himself. He would tell anyone that would listen that he would be the new Rangers manager. Did anyone actually anticipate Advocaat who bore a striking resemblance to Hitler, being replaced by the Pars answer to Eva Braun? The closest Calderwood got to managing Rangers was on Football Manager.
Yet the scenario of Murray dangling this carrot at Calderwood is not easy to dismiss. Calderwood was already beholden to Murray for his job at Dunfermline. Could he be further compromised by an EBT? Would Murray have him at his beck and call as was the case with The Gallant Pioneer of Tax Evasion, Campbell Ogilvie?
On the 25th May 2003 all Rangers had to do was to beat Dunfermline by more goals than Celtic could score against Kilmarnock. Chick Young, who at that time was pretending to be a St. Mirren fan but had to use Tom Tom satnav to find Love Street, was in his element. BBC Scotland only had one outside broadcast unit and the Hun loving Teuchters who run this Rangers-facing state broadcaster insisted that they set up shop at Ibrox.
Celtic fans were treated to a broadcast from a tin can. The party was at Ibrox, and the mantra was ” Party Over Here, Fuck You Over There.” (Ice Cube lyric).
Rangers duly won by one more goal than Celtic with ten of their players, two substitutes and their manager all ‘imperfectly registered.’
This game should have resulted in a 3-0 reverse for Rangers but not in the corrupt fiefdom that is Scottish football governance.
Murray was a gambler with the Bank of Rangers’ money, but would Daddy have cut off his allowance if the lucrative Champions League was out with his grubby gift? We know that Murray was prepared to bribe to get his way, so why not throw a season ticket at a tanning salon, or even better an EBT, Calderwood’s way, to ensure that his players engaged in an exercise in shadow football?
As I watched both games with the Celtic game’s picture being inferior to those that were beamed back from the moon in 1969, it was obvious that Rangers could score at will and would outgun Celtic. They even had the luxury of allowing Dunfermline to score from distance to give the impression that the fix was not in.
Murray must be exposed as a criminal. He must be banned from the game. His accomplice, Calderwood, should also be banned sine die. This is their JFK moment and should the SFA attempt to pin it on the patsy in the book depository I would anticipate some triangulated CQN cross fire from the grassy knoll.