Rangers Have To Bow To Modernity
Rangers is a very troubled institution at the present moment. The magnificent, classical façade of the main entrance has lost none of its allure and as for the sheer scale and beauty of the fabled marble staircase, there are no words that can be added.
But the very bricklayers and stone masons who erected this quite startling edifice, would be shocked to see the inner turmoil within the hallowed corridors of Scotland's second team. There I have gone and said it. Rangers have been overtaken by their bitter rivals across the city, in the east end.
Just about the same time the artisans at Govan were putting the finishing touches to Ibrox Park, desperately poor Irish, Catholic immigrants were flooding into the Empire's second city.
Despised and feared, these poor souls were to form the huge pool of cheap labour which was exploited by unscrupulous and immoral employers. If the Irish immigrant remained the unskilled, feckless labourer then his native Scottish counterpart was more likely the foreman or boss.
This direct comparison was more or less the same relationship between Glasgow Rangers (note the proprietal use of the city's name) and Celtic.
As the big ships sailed up and down the Clyde, Rangers were secure in the knowledge that they prevailed over 'alien' figures within the city. The plight of the hapless, largely ignorant Irish immigrants was put into stark contrast with the Scottish emphasis on self education, natural intelligence and duty.
More than one hundred years later, the shoe is very much on the other foot. The big ships no longer go up and down the River Clyde. Heavy industry no longer exists in the west of Scotland.
The great grandchildren of those Irish immigrants are now an integral and essential part of Glasgow's identity. Their quick wit, wily ways and indefatigable charm makes them the face of ordinary Glaswegians. They are now far more likely to be in positions of authority and responsibilty.
Above all, it is in their own team we see their greatest achievement. A club made in their own image, an identity second to none and with a support that is the envy of the world, Celtic has come of age. They will play those fellow giants Manchester United on Wednesday evening. For Celtic right now a win, a draw or even a loss does not really matter. The fact that they are on the same stage as the English giants is the key issue. Celtic is run professionally and those in power never lose sight of the club's historic mission. The much maligned John Reid has proved to be an inspirational choice to replace the irrepressible Brian Quinn. He positively exudes passion when he discusses his beloved Celtic.
Back over at Ibrox, things are not looking good. The night of mass madness in Manchester cannot be easily erased from the nation's conscience. As a public relations exercise, it was an unmitigated disaster. The sight of policemen being attacked by drunken thugs put the club back fifteen years in terms of public perception.
Above all Sir David Murray himself conveys a sense of ennui, a man utterly fed up with trying to defend the red handed, red necks who are driving his club to the very edge. As the USA is poised to elect a black man as President, (a fact that would have been inconceivable just five years ago), Rangers still have fans in their midst who make the Klu Klux Klan look like an enlightened organization. Murray can announce as many campaigns as he wants to deal with sectarianism and racism, but deep down he knows that he is onto a loser. He cannot change hearts and minds, this is a societal problem and one which needs to be addressed by politicians, churches and above all the police. Time is running out for a dated, poisonous and ultimately anachronistic set of beliefs that do not belong in the year 2008.
Rangers have been put on warning, they really need to listen before the bell tolls for the last time.
