no-one likes us … thank gawd!

The most interesting aspect of last Saturday’s friendly with Everton was not the performance - it was just a warm-up and we had three of our six best players missing - it was the “rapport” with the visiting Scousers.

One would have thought, with all the coverage of Celtic and Liverpool’s mateyness earlier in the year, Rangers and Everton punters would form some sort of instant, palpable bond. Even if it was just through being mutually sickened by the media fawning over their most hated rivals.

However, by the end of the Ibrox encounter, I was heartily barracking the English Bluenoses. There was very little love lost and they really did get on my wick. Why, when Celtic fans are supposedly loved around the world, is it always thus with us.

The sectarian image is undoubtedly a huge factor. However, I’d also like to think it’s because any two sets of NORMAL fans are at the football because they want to see competition and also indulge in some childish insults with the opposing punters.

No-one likes us we don’t care. Damn right - and I’m mightily glad we did have a verbal rammy with Everton’s 4,000-strong support. Unlike Liverpool and Celtic, the blue sides of Glasgow and Merseyside like to get silly at the football - we spend every other moment of our lives, the moments when there ain’t no cameras on us, trying to be mature and responsible.

We do have a bond with the Evertonians - we both like to get life the right way round.

* Fat Eck would like to apologise for the lack of question marks, at the appropriate places - ie, at the end of questions - in the foregoing piece of literary brilliance. We’ve just discovered a slight wee technical hitch on the site which doesn’t allow us to print pieces featuring question marks outwith the introduction. As you’ll notice, I’ve left a few extra Question marks in the itallicised intro which the reader can carry into the main piece for his/her use when they become confused by the grammatical omissions.

Fat Eck, who has just finished reading the “confidential” autobiography of a certain Blackburn Rovers centre-half and decided he too can refer to himself in the Third Person, would also like to point out that the lack of question marks is actually a God send for a Rangers fan because, well, we’re always right and always know the answer to everything. Don’t we.


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