What can I say about the galloping major that hasn't been written a thousand times before? (one thousand, eighty hundred and forty seven if you include the writings of Brian Glanville.)
The sweetest left foot. The fulcrum of the best team never to win the World Cup. Playing in that game that every male Glaswegian over the age of sjxty claims they saw in person. That wee jink and move to turn Alf Ramsay inside out for that goal against England in '53. Oh and someone is using his name over at the Guardian Sportsblogs to fuel the conspiracy theories in anticipation of R*ngers end of the season run-in:
"You're aware who currently manages Aberdeen?
Tango and Sash will make sure Rangers secure any necessary points at Pittodrie next Thursday.
Having said this Bob Malcolm FTP won't be trying to hard this weekend to upset the orange, I mean, apple cart.
Hence Celtic's greatest hope lies at Love Street on Monday - bugger." [Rangers' treble triumph in the hands of McGhee's Motherwell men]
Conspiracy theories to the left of us, conspiracies to the right of us. A future R*ngers domestic treble staring right back at us.