Hold That Result!

The weekend didnae get any better did it?!

Generously went to the flicks see He’s The Man - if any day is Rom-Com day it’s a Sunday - and altho I was quite taken by the “don’t obsess about your own mortality, just get on with life” idea, it ended up doing a “Training Day” by kopping out half way through. Instead of the leading men actually carrying on with their affairs and starting new lives they just HAD to go back to their original partners because - HEY - we can’t threaten the ideal of the Status Quo in American society. As for the farcical, Lets Rope In The Grannies and Teenage Girls ending, well, the only thing that saved me from that was the unending crunch of popcorn from across the aisle and the two teenagers slurping the face off each other behind me. One woman actually started cracking her knuckles when she’d finished her popcorn - every finger individually! - For Fuck’s sake!!! I paid 6:50 to hear AND see this PISH attempt at a movie …

And THEN there was Jane Eyre on BBC1 last night. Toby Stephens looked like he was quite chuffed with rather than ashamed of himself, as he played a cross between Rick Mayall’s captain Flashart in Blackadder and Ross Kemp as himself, being pretend-hard in the last series of Extras. He was farcical. Rochester is supposed to be GENUINELY disgusted with himself, not whipping his “dark side” out to impress Jane at every opportunity but rather trying to keep it from her. She looked as if he was boring the tits off her rather than lulling her into his sensitive side …

South Bank Show - Robbie Williams. Boring as hell - told us nothing and, of course, they HAD to show that scene from Cracker where he’s shouting “Ceeeeeltic, Ceeeeltic, Ceeeeltic” at Robert Carlyle’s Alby! Why can moody, intellectual Scottish types never be fu**ing RANGERS fans, eh??!! Aw naw - the literatti have always got to wear their stick-on liberalism through an uneducated grope at what they’ve been told is a left-of-centre football club. Jeezus. Altho I did once see a terrible ITV drama in which Big Robbie played a Polis/Gangster with a season ticket for the Club Deck - cannae mind how clever the character was meant to be tho …

Mind you, I didnae feel much more intellectual myself when I only got four out of ten for the Sunday Herald’s fitbaw trivia quiz. Ah mean, WHO THE HELL knows how many goals Alan Gordon scored for Hibs in 1972/73???!!!

Yup. Pretty dire.

Of course, on another weekend, after any other result, all this would have seemed in no way irritating. As the Setanta monopoly kicks in - as well as, allegedly, the police advice about pre-match drinking, we see more and more 12:30 kick-offs in OF games. Apart from yer mid-week League Cup clashes on the Beeb, Old Firm games are now played floodlight-free. They’re constantly played in daylight hours.

Yet, for Bluenoses, this axiomatic fixture has been thrown into near-permanent darkness.

One win at Parkhead in the last six and a half years. And Celtic winning at Ibrox at least once a season over the same period.

On saturday just past it was deja vu all over again. In reality Rangers did little more than flatter to deceive and one phrase came back to me which has been a sub-title or tag-line for so many derbies of the new millenium: Like taking sweeties from a wean.

It wasn’t so much that celtic won - though that’s bad enough - but that, once again, they didnt have to be spectacular to do so. Rangers did very little to make Celtic feel they’d been in a game, never mind a derby. Strachan tried to say the opposite to the post-match media but it was a poor attempt at keeping his players’ feet on the ground and/or bowling a psychological googly at Le Guen.

The temptation is to shove this weekend’s match into the same sad sack as all the other OF defeats of the last six years. A lack of physical combativeness, a lack of direction and a lack, worst of all, of belief were the signature failings of so many derbies under the latter Dick Advocaat and Alex McLeish. We held the ball well in midfield for the second half on Saturday - that was as much as we could really say about our team - so nothing seems to have changed.

HOWEVER…

Rather than look at Le Guen as a continuation of David Murray’s failings in Old Firm games since 2000, as so many Bluenoses obviously now want to, we should isolate it and consider the following scenario:

A new manager loses his first Old Firm game, by two goals - a margin many feel is flattering to the defeated side - at the home of his club’s age-old rivals, the reigning champions, amid scenes of great gloating by the majority of fans present and this result follows hard upon emabrrassing performances in both Europe and earlier SPL fixtures, against lesser opposition. Leads have been relinquished to relegation candidates. We’re only weeks into the season but already this manager is under pressure…

You know what I’m gonnae say don’t you. I’m pretty obvious, I know. Sorry but, OF COURSE, I’m talking not about Paul le Guen this week but Gordon Strachan LAST season. A manager who ended up COASTING to the SPL title - as we DRAINED OURSELVES IN THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE GROUP STAGES!

We didnae lose 5-0 to Artmedia and get papped oot of Europe. We drew 0-0 with Molde and are still very much in Europe. Gordon Strachan is a stressed, fragile character. Paul le Guen is not. In victory, Gordon Strachan looks bitter and touchy, trying to look like he’s gnoring the media but actually over-analyzing their every word for hints of insults. In defeat Paul le Guen looks unphased and focussed and sure he’ll soon see his plan come together, trying to look as though he’s paying full attention to the media questions but actually supremeley bored by the blandishments he must feed them.

Berti Vogts was another foreigner who could speak better English than I could ever speak Foreignese but he always looked fundamentally unsure of his excuses and his plans, no matter the phrase book in which he’d find the appropriate signifiers. Le Guen is a bit unsure of the nuances of English as yet - but his eyes show a man with clear foreknowledge of his own success, and that of Rangers FC.

What do we want to do? Sack Le Guen this week? We’d be the laughing stock of Europe.

Nah. One Old Firm defeat does not a disastrous season make. And while it may be a continuation of a horrible sequence for us Gers punters, for Le Guen, it IS just one solitray OF defeat.

Okay, okay -admitted - I know that before Saturday I made much of the fact no championship-winning Gers gaffer of the last thirty years had begun his reign with a defeat in his first OF game but, lets CONVENIENTLY look at it another way. Neither Alex McLeish or Dick Advocaat WON their first Old Firm LEAGUE games. In fact, after a 0-0 at The Brox, DA’s first visit to the Potato Bowl resulted in a 5-1 skelping. When we next returned to our least favourite away ground we won 3-0 and took the SPL title home with us.

Paul’s learned the value of avoiding defeat in OF games, and a hell of a lot about how to do just that, the hard way - in a way in which it won’t be forgotten. As nice as it would have been to win on saturday, we’d rather get all our painful learning curve stuff done now - when there’s the maximum time to rectify it - than in, say, the next trip to Parkhead, when an early-season win may have formed a misinformed cockiness that bites us in the bum at a crucial point in a tight title race.

A Jimmy Calderwood or even a Tony Mowbray could probably have managed Rangers to derby victory on Saturday last - but beating celtic every now and then would probably have been the limit of their abilities. Le Guen wans to take us further than that but knows that, to do so, we must build deeper foundations … and those take a bit more time and involve a lot more shit shovelling.

Dissapointed? Absolutely.

Worried? Non!


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