Fun over the fact we aren’t in the realms of a Rangers fakeover

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About a decade ago, I was a little late for a big birthday celebration for a close friend. As I raced through the door of the pub it was being held, I found myself pushed right back against it courtesy of a throng of his family members setting upon me.

“So when are these Huns going into administration 2.0?,” their ringleader demanded of me. They aren’t, I had to inform, explaining that it wasn’t like the old club with the unique set of circumstances created by their ruinous misuse of EBTS. Their finances are a mess, I further imparted, but they will be able to bump along and avoid that scenario. “What are you talking about, I’ve read it hunners of places online,” said the most vocal in aggressive fashion, his hackles rising to the extent that I thought he was going to brain me for daring to counter the febrile Celtic on-line chat.