Awards Night

Well, troops - it is now THAT time of year.

Almost every packet of cold meat ye buy for yer home-made lunches will have an “06″ or a “jun” in the middle of the sell-by date; You’ll wake up before 6am on weekday mornings not only coz you need that pish but because it’s SO BLOODY SUNNY OUTSIDE; Some boring bastard at your work (at my work it’s me) will, on at least three occassions per hour, be mentioning the imminent arrival of The Longest Day, complete with shotgun-chewing “banter” about how it’s “the countdown to Christmas” thereafter: The chat in the same office about which part of Puerta del Costa Britventura des Americas your colleagues are all planning to visit will have reached fever pitch and Wimbledon is slowly changing from that mental team which might have moved to Milton Keynes into an ivy-clad, upper middle-class, short-skirted, bat and ball, all-white-attired potential focus for all your surfeit sporting attention in weeks to come.

Yes, it’s the summer, troops.

Yes, it’s the “close Season”.

Yes, 2006/2007 is officially “LAST season”.

Thank F. Thank U. Thank both C and K.

(and, not forgetting “!”.)

Aye, the Scottish Cup final has come and gone (let’s remember Perrier Doumbe’s first half punching of Mark Burchill the next time we hear the “Masonic conspiracy” line. Add it to the list which also features Balde’s assaults on Mols in the 2002/2003 League Cup final, the last-minute penalty award to Celtic in the same game, Roy Aitken knocking the ball out for a shy which he then took himself to set up the only goal of the 1989 Scottish Cup final … etc, etc. All petty stuff which wouldn’t have altered the result of the game in question but good to have off the top of yer barnet next time ye hear “When does that kind of thing ever get given against Rangers??!!”), the English play-offs have all ended, the European finals are all wrapped up and - okay, there might be a few issues to be settled in Spain and there may be a course of major internationals around the corner but - fuck it - we all know the 2006/2007 Scottish domestic season is definitely OVER.

We’ve had all the moaning and whining and screaming and suicides over the stark failures and meagre successes for Rangers’s most recent campaign on the blog during the course of the season. S’been had out on these pages. We tried to effect some measure of “closure” on the PLG affair last week (on this blog anyway) and I’ve said my thanks to you regular readers and polite passers-by for your contribution to this particular wee football discussion forum over the last ten months.

S’been dark. S’been intense. S’been emotional. Of course I still feel there’ll be long-term footballing ramifications for The Teds coz of these past months but - fuck it - 2006/2007 and the banshees it brought to Edmiston Drive ARE OVER. let’s lighten up. Let’s get the Monopoly, Ker-plunk and Battleships out on the desks. Let’s wear jeans, T-shirts and trainers instead of the uniform. Let’s finish at lunch-time. Let’s call the teacher by his/her Christian name for a few hours. Lets not slag the boy with the Gola “trainers” - just for a change.

We’ve all earned a bit of cheer. Time we all had a break. If dicussing the possibilty of signing Luca Toni to play up front alongside Stepehen Pearson with Billy Davies and Ally Mccoist co-managing and Walter Smith General managing, is our summer holidays, then let’s first put a tin-lid on the past year’s work. Before we sun ourselves in possibility and welcome the factor 15 rumours which feed it, let’s put a quick, chirpy seal on the season which is no-more:

This is how we do it:

Player of the Season:

BRAHIM HEMDANI.

Barry Ferguson is the best player at Ibrox but I’ve been in a serious huff with him since January - not all his fault, I’m still talking to him, and he will be forgiven (or - big OR - Walter might actually sell him!!!) - but I can’t in all good conscinece give him this award. Davie Weir has been the biggest influence on the side since Walter’s arrival and the player I most love to watch these days but he’s only been here for half the campaign. Kris Boyd scores the goals but does not lead the line. Brahim has been through it all and been quietly brilliant - just by sheer dont of being so consistent in such a Monaco Grand prix of a season.

Result of the Season:

Has to be BEATING LIVORNO IN ITALY. First Scottish side to defeat a Serie A team on their home campo and the way we did it was utterly exhilerating. That night in the Tuscan rain, Rangers looked like European contenders - and that’s what I live for.

Performance of the Season:

I’m tempted to say Livorno again but the 3-0 DESTRUCTION OF HIBERNIAN IN OCTOBER was the greatest demonstration of what le Guen was trying to achieve. There was a fitness and sharpness and unrelenting disciplined passion and skill about Rangers which threatened to see us win by six or seven. The style was sumptuous, the day fantastic.

Our 2-1 win over Aberdeen at Pittodrie was another high point in Le Guen’s short reign but the 3-0 win over Hibs was the only time we really saw what the thrilling opening day win at Fir Park seemed to promise.

Most Significant Result of The Season:

You could say any of the games we failed to win under PLG as they all contributed to his departure. The Livorno game was the corner-stone of a historically easy European progression but the 1-0 WIN AT PARKHEAD and the 2-0 SLAUGHTERING OF CELTIC at Ibrox this month put us back on the domestic map when we seemed on the point of perhaps losing sight of those hairy hooped herberts.


Most Exciting Game of the Season:

The 2-2 DRAW IN AUXERRE saw some awful defending but - man - it fairly had ye gasping for air by the final whistle.

Most Boring Game of the Season:

The 0-0 AWAY TO MOLDE was just unfair - on humanity in general. Even people who merely read the result in the paper were cast into an instant state of ennui, leading to catatonic depression.

Biggest Thank-You of the Season:

Goes to WALTER “THE DIVINE CARDIGAN” SMITH. He gave up a great job with the national team, which he’d just led to a victory over the best team on the planet, and stepped in to bitch-slap the club he loves. We woke up enough to remember who we were. I’d say Ian Durrant deserves the second-biggest thanks for stepping in in the short-term with little reward. That one was for the jersey.

Worst Performance of the Season:

Rangers are first and foremost about great defending - EAST END PARK IN THE SCOTTISH CUP was the worst I’ve ever seen from us. A team who couldn’t score for months on end went 3-0 up on us and could have been further ahead. Only the crests on our shirts reminded me it was Rangers I was watching.

Lowest Moment of the Season:

Given what happened in the next few days, FIR PARK, MOTHERWELL ON 2nd JANUARY 2007: Hypocrisy, stupidity, hysteria.

The loss to St Johnstone was horrendous but more from an anorakish point of view - that CIS cup loss didn’t necessarily have to be anything other than the apres moi le deluge moment in terms of Le Guen sorting out the dressing room dissenters.

Best Laugh of the Season:

Falling about the smelly green bucket seast at a damp PARKHEAD AFTER UGO’S AMAZING WINNER.


Best Goal of the season:

That one in the 3-0 trouncing of Aberdeen at Ibrox which saw Alan Hutton put in a tackle and then a cross for the Boydster to do his thang. Ferguson was involved, it was all one-touch at speed from our own half - ruthless.

Most Improved player of the Season:

ALAN HUTTON. I’m worried because his press all about his forward runs rather than his defending - always a concern that such full backs will get found out ala Chris Morris of Celtic after 1987/88 when Mark Walters got intae him - but there’s no denying Hutts has been remarkable since Waldo arrived.

Charlie Adam cannae really be considered to be anything other than a new Rangers player.

Saddest Goodbye of the season:

I’m not old enough to remember Kai Johansen playing so, for me, it’s BIG DADO PRSO. Only a few seasons short of full Legend status. A huge chunk of reliability and passion has just left the dressing room.

Stefan left a long time ago.

Worst Player of the Season:

No, it’s not Sebo - it has to be Karl Svensson. Sorry, Karl. Worst defending I’ve ever seen from a Ranger … which is a bit like saying “the worst swimming I’ve ever seen from a lifeguard …”

Best Performance Against Rangers this season:

OSASUNA’s visit to Ibrox. Tactics, fitness, nous.

Worst Performance Against Rangers this Season:

PARTIZAN BELGRADE were really shite - and we only beat them 1-0.

Best non-Rangers Game of the Season:

Scotland BEATING FRANCE AT HAMPDEN - one that’ll live with me forever.

Best Impartial Game of the Season:

The UEFA CUP FINAL at Hampden. Amazing standard of football and on-field drama and excitement, great fans, great night, great day.

Best Impartial Fitbaw Experience of the Season:

Accidentally walking alongside the Wolves Subway Army on the way back from St Andrews and getting CHARGED BY THE BIRMINGHAM CITY ZULU FIRM and then going along to The Hawthorns for the second half of West Brom versus Burnley. The Stewards, the ticket office, EVERYBODY at that club seemed to do all they could to get me in for half-price - what a smashing day out and I was so sorry to see WBA lose the play-off final.

Word I’ve spelled much betterer this Season:

RESTAURANT

Word I’ve spleed worstest this season:

That must be nine seasons on the trot now for Immediately

Worst Weather of the Season:

The thunderstorm which lashed down on Walter’s first game back, that 5-0 thrashing of Dundee United …okay, I’m getting silly now, I admit - but I’m starting to realise this final rant on 2006/2007 maybe isn’t as “fun” as it should have been. Suppose it couldn’t be with the season we just had. But it’s at least very pop-quizzy so please feel free to hit us wth your own versions of the above list in the comments thread below. Non-Gers fans can be as sarky as you like - go for it, I’m buying - but ye can also do us a favour by giving yer genuine highs and lows of yer own team’s season, as per above. I’m honestly very interested.

In the meantime, as per Sooooness, can I just say something here:

Big Congrats to my young colleague and fellow Bluenose who, in a Reservoir DOBS-stylee, I shall call Mr White: This man attended EVERY GAME RANGERS FC PLAYED ON SCOTTISH SOIL this season. He was over in Auxerre too. We’ve had worse seasons but, in terms of loyalty, for this guy to do all these games when The Gers were winning nowt means he can now sit back on a Friday evening and say “ach, I might go - I might just watch it on Setanta - we’ll see.” coz he has truly EARNED HIS STRIPES! Another True Blue is born.

And a Big, BIG, BIGGEST Thanks to the man with the technical plan, the Boffin in the coffin, the braniac with the … erm … Caramac? Nah. Look, anyway - what I’m trying to say is a Huge “CHEERS, AMIGO” to Dave - the poor bugger who actually makes this blog work. He’s the guy who had the passion to get OpenFootball going in the first place and he’s the man who has the technical know-how to make it easy for even a technophobe like me to post his rants in cyber-space. He’s a St Johnstone man and deserved Ross county to hang on for that draw on the last day of the First Division season but he doesnae really need to go to Ibrox next season - he was there once already this season and it was a piece of pish, apparently …

Cheers, Dave.

Peace out, y’all.

New Balls, please …


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