Charles Green, like Whyte and Duff & Phelps before him, is asking for admittance to the SPL on the basis that Rangers FC is a distinct entity from its legal identity. While this theory has been strongly advocated by SPL chief executive, Neil Doncaster, by necessity, if you claim the football benefits of being ‘Rangers’, specifically player registrations, you also inherit Rangers penalties.
Although Rangers clearly won their challenge to Lord Carloway’s 12-month ban on player registration at the Court of Session last month when Lord Glennie referred the matter back to the SFA Appellate Panel, as the full ramification of the decision became clear to Green, who then had an irrevocable contract to buy Rangers or its assets, he floated the idea that he might appeal.
The SFA, correctly, decided not to instruct the Appellate Panel until the 21 day period when an appeal can be raised, which elapses today, has passed, just in case Green tells Lord Glennie he’s got it all wrong.
All this has been terribly confusing, not to mention expensive, for Scottish football, but with yesterday’s news that Rangers have a prima facie case to answer for subverting Scottish football for over a decade, the obstacles before Green are clearly insurmountable. There is reason to believe we can quickly reach some clarity.
The SFA must, without delay, convene the Appellate Panel to consider Lord Glennie’s instructions and apply an appropriate penalty on the various legal and ethereal bodies which claim to be ‘Rangers’. If the Appellate Panel suspend or expel what is left of the football club from the SFA, as must surely be expected, all questions about fan pressure, morals and votes become moot.
In this case, history will record the folly of Green’s appeal to civil law as the act which finally killed off any chance of ‘Rangers’ surviving, conveniently letting the SPL off the hook, while Green would be obliged to dispose of the stadium for a modest return to those capable of forming a genuinely new football club at some point in the future.
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Why would a certain bus company owner be in such a hurry to get back to Glasgow tonight?
Just asking like
Can I have raspberry…
I’d be more interested in who’s trying to get out of Glasgow tonight :-)
Headtheball:
Sounded a wee bit too good to be true. However, how does anybody know he is in the south of France?
I wonder if SDM’s jet is revving up as we speak
so what if companies that happened to have professionals employed as directors who happened to be referees who happened to have contracts for services at ibrox.
its not difficult ti find a fraud
even better, what if a PR company had been found to have been distributing funds to media company senior executives
From FollowFollow.
Copy and paste this and send it to everyone you know who’s a supporter of other SPL teams.
These Huns…They just don’t get it, do they?
The sense of entitlement, the superiority complexes, the arrogance and venom -a pity that didn’t get liquidated too.
So let them proclaim their arseholery to the rest of us and let them illustrate why every decent fan wants them dust to the winds…
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Mr Thompson, we’re sorry for everything
Dunfermline, sorry
St Johnstone, sorry
The SFA, you’re right, have been all along , sorry
To Clyde, your panel and all your impartial callers, please accept this; sorry
To the media and all the worthy journalists who have printed the truth about us all along, and we doubted you, sorry
sorry, are we feck, We are Rangers
and to the green and grey out there GIRUY
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There are certain people who should be apologising …. But to the fans of our great club not to Scottish football
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Great post. NSYB
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Post of the day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Sorry for being the most successful club in the world which you shower of scumbags can’t accept.
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Good Stuff. Rangers till I Die. GIRFUY
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the RANGERS support dont ****in do apologizing
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Sorry for ragdolling every one of your teams for years.
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There are certain people who should be apologising …. But to the fans of our great club not to Scottish football
Totally agree, this is what I don’t understand when it comes to the venom others show toward our great club.
We have been through the mill and yet they want more, always more.
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I am sorry that our esteemed legislators, media and fellow member clubs, all of whom now want to inflict a slow painful death on us for our heinous crimes, did not, on receipt of our accounts after year one of us operating EBT’s, flag up any concerns. Ditto year 2, 3 or any subsequent year until they ended. This whole sorry affair is as damning of the utter incompetence of those who run our game, the utter ineptitude of our ‘investigative journalists’ and the utter spite of our fellow clubs, as it will ever be of us.
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that’s the spirt meldo.
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To all the Rangers haters currently involved in a feeding frenzy, give it your best shot because we’ll be back soon enough and we wont forget. GIRFUY,scumballs,
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I must apologise for my country’s conduct during zee war.
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Sorry for being so successful that just about every other team in Scotland hates us for it.
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I am sorry for celtic supporting child abuse in the year 2012
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Sorry for not hating you as much as you hate me.
I’m f ucking getting there, though
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I’m sorry that I have to share this country with so many vile, twisted, bitter, Rangers-hating scumbags.
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Sorry for not hating you as much as you hate me.
I’m f ucking getting there, though
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Sorry lads, its not our fault your clubs have been living in Rangers’ shadow all their days
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Lest we forget.
A Cqn rumourfest, like we’ve never had before!
Great fun, but the scale of this stuff is hard to believe.
Kinda beyond the average tim’s “paranoia”.
And yet…
It might all well be true.
Strange times we live in.
The Celtic Spring…
“Those who are capable of tyranny are capable of perjury to sustain it.” – Lysander Spooner
apology accepted, now do your time :o))))
On the FF stuff.
Not one normal post there.
On a thread Should Rangers Apologize? we just get posts about child abuse and how others are to blame.
Is there not one Internet forum, run by Rangers folk, that has not been hijacked by muppets?
kitalba on 20 June, 2012 at 00:21 said:
I was told that Charles Green had his security people remove Walter Smith from Ibrox yesterday, does anybody know if that is true?
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afraid you’re wrong. what happened was Brian Kennedy turned up, crying, mascara running and shouting: ‘why don’t nobuddy ‘phone me?!’
the blue knights then roared up on their 49cc moped and demanded an audience with the great and wonderful Chuck. At this point a man in a cardigan appeared and screamed: ‘the polis?!! Get the effin polis!!! Ah’ll have the lot ‘o’ yeez charged! yu’ve roont this club wi’ yer ‘sign embdy p1sh!’
At that point he disappeared in a big puff of green smoke.
Sur David Murray awaits the knock, and the ‘warrant?, here’s the warrant’
Whatever you think of the man, this should show that he has some soul, sensitivity and a sense of his good fortune in life:
Graham Spiers pays a Father’s Day tribute to his late Dad.
There is a country lane outside our front door which, whatever the season, is often filled with moonlight late at night. I venture out there for a stroll last thing in the evening, where I can see the distant lights of Arran twinkling from the Ayrshire hills, and think of my father. We often did this walk together, especially towards the end of his life, when the acts of reflection and togetherness were very special.
It is now nine months since my dad died and, like many a privileged son, I still miss him. He lived until he was 80, a wise, caring, fun parent. I loved him deeply. Every day of my life, even when I got into my forties, I couldn’t wait to see him, to speak to him, to recount some experience I’d had and hear his reaction. As he got older, naturally, he grew slower, but the mere thought of seeing him still filled me with joy.
There must be many a lad like me – now a grown man – who can express similar sentiments. I grew up in three different locations – Edinburgh, Fife and Glasgow – but my dad was the constant in these shifting environments. If I close my eyes I am transported back to my youthful days, when the deep contentment of knowing him and being around him seemed to me to stretch on into an endless harvest-time ahead of us. Until late last year I thought it was never going to end.
My dad was a very Scottish man: a minister who loved football, loved the Highlands and the Borders, and who guffawed at the sharp, sometimes coarse, often self-deprecating wit of the Scots. His sermons, in his punchy, animated style, teemed with images of our country, from a shepherd tending his sheep, to a miner howking coal, to the fishermen of Anstruther or Peterhead who once returned to harbour in boats laden with catch. It is not lost on me that, through my love of my dad, my love for Scotland has grown ever richer through each stage of my life.
A tactile relationship with a parent is sometimes spoken of with wariness these days but I cannot think of my dad without remembering him in this way. The roots of my relationship with him were based primarily, from our earliest times, in touch: in a kiss, a hug or an embrace when I left to go to school, or to play football, or to run amok along a Fife shoreline with pals when I was little.
That same touchy love, more often than not, would be repeated when I stepped back through the door. “Hiya wee guy!” Dad would say to me as I returned home, lifting me up in his arms. I didn’t know it then but our physical warmth and comfort – even the sense of smell between us – made for loving bonds that would tether us all our lives.
Tactility remained between us right to the end of his life. I am now 48 years old and Dad was 80 when a stroke finally claimed him last year. But even then, when I saw him, my first reaction was to kiss him or embrace him. Our love for each other – emotional, intellectual, spiritual – had its base in the act of touch.
Religion in Scotland is often mocked but it can also deposit layers of goodness and kindness in our lives. I know this from personal experience, having grown up in a church manse which was never austere or pious, but which treated the ideas of God and the Church with a certain reverence. My dad read voraciously, stocking his mind with ideas that he might preach about on a Sunday, and I grew up a witness to the way he loved people and saw everything through a theological prism. It’s an old-fashioned thing to say but Dad believed in the Christian faith, and thus, by extension, in the beauty and quality of people.
Here is a very Scottish scene from his life. When I was small we lived in Anstruther for four years, where Dad was the Baptist minister. In that little church, which is built right on the rocks above the shore, his office or “vestry” was at the back, a tiny little room up in the sea-facing wall, against whose small window the wind and rain and spray from the sea would beat on winter nights.
I imagine the scene in there often: Dad speaking to members of his congregation in that setting, hearing their problems and praying with them as the water lashed against the window. Here is but a tiny microcosm of Scottish church life, of love and care, inside a candle-lit window in the East Neuk. In my dreams I sometimes imagine being on the outside of that window – that is, on the seaward side – somehow hovering and peering in on a rain-lashed November night.
Seeing Dad in his pulpit initially confused me when I was younger. What was this pageantry, what were these big words? His voice boomed from up there in the pulpit. In this setting he wasn’t someone to be kissed and cuddled, he was a shouter, a figurehead. I preferred him back down to earth, ruffling my hair and bamboozling me with his football dribbling.
In time, like many a son, I grew to take on his principles and ideas, adopting them as my own. In my case, my dad’s idea of being “both a man of the Word and a man of the world” has stayed with me, at least as an aspiration. The truth of our lives, he believed, was found in the written word.
Anstruther remained a significant influence on us. The little fishing village back then had a harbour teeming with boats, worked by men in bob-hats with cigarettes sticking out of their mouths, whose yelling and shouting at each other across their port-sides intrigued me as I stood and watched. Winters in Anstruther were blowy and rain-strewn but then came the spring and the summer, often hot days which would see us tiny children leaping off the pier into the water.
It wasn’t just the poet Matthew Arnold who linked the sea with faith. Dad watched this coastal community around him and it triggered ideas and insights in his mind about the human condition. One day he and I were walking along the beach at Cellardyke when an old fishbox was washed up on the shore in front of us. On the side of it, to Dad’s delight, it said in fading letters: “Made in Israel”. He cackled at this metaphor for our faith: a piece of driftwood having washed up from the holy land. I hardly need to explain the sermon material he derived from that morning’s walk.
As he began to make his way as a preacher of renown in Scotland – it seems such an old-fashioned idea now – Dad also began to get some recognition as a religious broadcaster on Scottish television. As a young minister he was quickly signed up as a regular presenter on Late Call, STV’s infamous and sometime lugubrious late-night spot for religious reflection. Looking back I’m amazed now at the way he pre-recorded batches of these shows in the early 1970s. For quite a few of them, without the use of an autocue, Dad would record five four-minute pieces in one day, speaking each homily to the camera merely from his mental notes.
He took me with him for one such recording session – I was about five years old – and Nelson Gray, the much-admired head of religion at STV, allowed me to ferret about in the studio while Dad did his stuff. When I think about this now, were I today going off to a TV set to do such a stint, I wouldn’t think of taking either of my wee boys with me – I would just want to concentrate on the job at hand. My dad, however, thought nothing of indulging my excitement.
Years later, when I had the good fortune to appear on the slightly less pietistical Scotsport, also on STV, Dad would tease me about the tripe I had to talk about – groin strains, games of two halves and the like – compared to his “weightier issues” of life and faith. He was also withering about the fees he claimed I received for talking about football, compared to the peanuts he would be paid for doing Late Call.
I am moved to tears when I think of his love of people – especially poor people. In the 1970s my dad had an especially effective and well-known ministry in Hillhead Baptist Church in Glasgow, and it was characterised by his outreach to those who lived in the gutter: the homeless, down-and-outs, chronic alcoholics and others, who would turn up at our door with their ravaged faces pining for some sort of help.
It is a rare gift, and one Dad had in abundance, to be able to relate to such people via care, love or humour, without seeming to be patronising. He started a Friday Friendship Room in Hillhead for these men and women, when various misfits of society, some of them extremely broken, would turn up for an evening of games, conversation and friendship before 9pm prayers of healing led by Dad.
My abiding memory of him was one of those Friday nights when, standing maybe four feet tall, I crept to the door of our church hall where all this was happening, to see my dad plunged amid this grimy human mayhem: his tie loose, his sleeves rolled up, laughing and teasing and – I now know – loving these men and women. It is a most moving memory which I cherish.
In this context his favourite reference in a sermon came not from the Bible, but from The Power And The Glory, the great novel by Graham Greene. The story chronicles the emotional and spiritual agonies of the whiskey-priest on the run in Mexico, and the priest, in one scene from the book, stumbles upon a village of seeming squalor, whores, drunkards, thieves and every other type of human inadequacy.
My dad loved what happened next. “The priest looked out at this scene of desperate squalor and only one thought entered his head: ‘God so loved the world …’” That anecdote, which I heard my father refer to often in sermons, absolutely captured his theology.
All the while we played football together, and went to Ibrox Stadium to watch Rangers on Saturday afternoons, after which, late into a Saturday evening, I’d hear my dad’s typewriter clacking away as he finished prayers and sermons for the next day’s worship. Back then in Glasgow he might be preaching to 300 or 400 people on a Sunday morning, so he had to hone his act. But, as Sportsreel with Archie Macpherson loomed on BBC1 at 10pm on a Saturday, I’d wander through and push open his study door and say: “Dad, the football’s coming on, come on!” He would instantly down tools, ruffle my hair, and we would make our way to the TV.
I grew up and he grew older. I became a man and, now into his late seventies, he grew more frail. Gone was his liveliness, the sharpness of his mind and his ability for keen intellectual engagement. My dad was invaded by Parkinson’s, which was no calamity in itself, but which diminished him as the years passed. I looked on in sorrow as this great man, who had once dragged me up and down glens and played football for hours, was worn down.
I lost my dad on September 29 last year. He had suffered a stroke six months earlier, on Maundy Thursday of Holy Week, after which I would go and see him lying stricken in his Glasgow hospital bed and read passages of scripture to him. He held up bravely, though death was approaching.
Just four weeks before his stroke we had been in Strathspey together for three days, walking the beautiful forest road between Boat of Garten and Nethybridge. I had asked him then, perhaps sensing that our time together might soon end, if he feared death. “No, not in the slightest, of course not,” he replied. He then said something I will never forget. “All my life I’ve encouraged people through faith to have no fear of dying. Sometime soon it might be my turn.”
On the day he died I went to see him at midday and, with his breath now quickening and sounding rattly, I phoned my sister and mum and told them I believed the end was coming. So we sat with him over his final three or four hours as he slipped into unconsciousness and ebbed away.
I stared and stared at him during this closing chapter and felt filled with love. It was strange in one way – I was not hysterical with mourning in the slightest. On the contrary, I felt a sense of deep gratitude as I watched this man, who had led me up and down hills in Ardnamurchan and chased me across beaches as a kid, slip away. There was nothing left unsaid. Dad knew I loved him deeply – I had told him repeatedly – and I knew myself how lucky I had been. In those final hours I just wanted to look into his now-craggy face, a face once blossomed in handsome youth, and give thanks.
When he died at 6pm that day I lifted his brown, warm hand to my face and tasted again the lovely scent of my dad. Even in death, it was a beautiful experience. “Smell his hand, it’s lovely,” I urged my sister as we caressed his lifeless body. An ordinary Scottish life of great energy and accomplishment was done.
My sister and mum went home but I stayed at that Glasgow hospital to make some calls with the news. Then, an hour after death, I went back in to see my dad for one last time. I pulled back the curtain to see him propped up in bed, his face now glowing and almost youthful in the way that often happens in the post-death period. I took his clasped hands in mine, said one last prayer with him, kissed his forehead for a final time, and left.
I will never forget him. He was – there is no more articulate way of putting it – a great dad. I have been a deeply privileged son. I remind myself of this every time I walk our moonlit country lane late at night.
kick back
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seen it all now! night night,
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This walking away by Smith McColl and Park is just making Wee Willie Bluenose look stupid.
Celtic is…
Kitalba at 2:20:
Absolutely magnificent post. I encourage you to post it again at an hour when more readers are awake.
Congratulations again – I wish there was a way to post it on FF and RMF
Iniquitous
So what’s going to happen?
Well, a big stooshie.
And then what?
In a years time, a team a bit like Rangers will start again in division 3.
There will be thousands that will love the fight, and the new team will be promoted in successive seasons.
Then they will be back to their level, before the mafia rode into town.
What was it?
Two titles in twenty years?
Had a wee check.
Between 1964 and 1987 Rangers won the league three times.
Without the financial doping that is how big Scotland’s Second Largest Institution is.
So, with naebody very religious anymore, any new candidates for Scotland largest institution?
Morning Celts, clear blue sky and another scorcher along the NW coast of engerlund.
Have the Huns got it yet? Dead, gone, kaput! It’s only a matter of time until the bulldozers come in…… All in all it’s just another brick in the wall….
HH
If the only source of the referee EBT rumor is Underground Celtic CSC its a load of nonsense, is there any other source for this story?
As others have said, the corrupt referees didnt need money to assist their club.
EBT’s for referees
EBT’s for referees
EBT’s for referees
it must be paranoia.
EBT’s for mainstream hacks
EBT’s for mainstream hacks
EBT’s for mainstream hacks
who can’t say David Murray.
Life is very long when you’re lonely..as long as you’re enjoying yerself…that’s the main thing!
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I can’t see the “nuclear story” just being some more meat added to the EBT bones. Journo’s and refs would surely be untraceable brown envelope jobs – the old fashioned way of avoiding tax.
I’m putting 2 and 2 together here, but Alex Tomo was tweeting about the “massive fraud” which HMRC could get their teeth into, then questioning how CG could get the assets so cheaply in the asset sale. Could this be an investigation into the massive overvaluation of Ibrox and MP which covered up “technical” insolvency. It was spoken about on here for years, but I don’t think I’ve seen it come up in any of the reporting of the corporate implosion of recent times.
Didn’t the proposed CVA even have the assets of the club valued at 10’s of millions in one section, but also being sold for £5.5m/£8.5m in another section?
If this is the fraud being spoken about, then it would be another corporate nail-in-the-coffin for DeadRangers, with “trading whilst insolvent” charges being levied at the old board, but I don’t think it would be viewed as a footballing fraud – the SFA/SPL would probably just leave that one for HMRC/BDO to deal with.
I’m probably wrong, but bring on their bad news anyway….. I just can’t get enough!!
Morning all.
hen1rik on 19 June, 2012 at 22:52 said:
That one gave me goosebumps.
An Anthem for Hunville…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKxyoud_c-E&feature=youtube_gdata_player
And maybe Timville and the SFA too….
EN
Shuts the Craic about EBT’s not heard that or surprised either, this would certainly be difficult to prove I’d think, property abroad, payment in kind….. Whistle while we work!
HH
Bright Chilled Summer Morning in the Chilterns…
So England through to the QFs, think they might have got that managing expectations thing sorted.
Been a visible lack of George Crosses – I expect that to Change.
Looks like the Odds on Club 12 starting with a “D” getting shorter.
Ach Well!
Good morning CQN from a sunny Clydebank
This just gets better and better every day is fun
What will happen with the team with no name to- day?
I hear Parks of Hamilton are running opened top bus tours
Inside Ibrox this year
THE BIG HOOSE MUST STAY OPEN
Keep the Faith
Hail Hail
Morning Bhoys
Early start as off 2 Manchester for a couple of days work.
Looking forward to CQN liquidation beers on Sat. If u fancy joining us drop me an email at celticrollercoaster@yahoo.co.uk
Do me a favour and don’t tell Saint Stivs :+)
HH
CRC
Good mornin’ MountblowTim
Hope it’s no too early for a wee sing song
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Teuchter
Do’nt know what is going on, looks to me like they shower are still the same club, same name (almost) playing the same stadium, same scum support same everything. Really really do not understand.
To all the engerland hating tims out there and there are more of you than you might think; stick to scottish news today; the ‘UK’ media only want to talk about one thing today and it’s not the latest from Ipox.
Frankly, I dont see any difference between the over-reaction to engerland’s triumphs and that of most scots when the ‘national’ team get a mighty result eg Faddy the greatest scot ever after his winning goal against France from a few years back.
In the NW of England, most football fans from the cities (the Pool and Madchester) view your average engerland fan as either a right wing anachronism or as a ‘desperate to win anything’ fan from wee places like Huddersfield or Mansfield.
Not so different from most of us, really!
Need to get some work done today!
Have a good day bhoys and ghirls!
Come on England!
Only joking!
HH
Good morning friends froma beutifully bright and almost sunny East Kilbride. Off to earn some Brownie points by hanging out the washing…