23 Jan 2020 14:04:46
Ok guys an gals some of us including myself are a bit concerned about our chances this season so here is something to reflect on .

RANGERS MEMORIES

I wish we had a time machine.
Our club would be the best it's been.
We wouldn't let the tax man win.
It was our Davie done the sin.
We paid the price for his demeanour.
While he drove around his brand new beamer.
Oh yes he got us to the top.
But also sent us to the drop.

I'd take us back to start again.
But legal and with decent men.
We'd pay our dues like any other.
And respect our board just like our brother.
We'd win our trophies fair and square.
And be miles in front with points to spare.

We would not need to sell to White.
Would be because we did things right.
We would not even sell to Green.
Our club would be the best we've seen.
We would not suffer all this pain.
Then all we'd do is win again.

Now we're back here in this day.
We have to fight on come what may.
Let Stevie lead us to the end.
Don't let them drive us round the bend.
We can get back up never fear.
I hope and pray it is this year.


1.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 14:50:15
Absolutely Brilliant Bluebilly, well written Son, and certainly echo's how I also feel.


2.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 15:20:39
even the great bard couldn't have written it any better.


3.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 16:22:42
Excellent, sums it up!


4.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 17:14:20
Get that framed.


5.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 19:34:25
Is it just me that thinks its a bit cringey😂👍.


6.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 20:44:43
Maybe it's just my old age kicking in, but I thought we won all our trophies fair and square? What do you mean "we'd win our trophies fair and square" Bluebilly? Think you should have penned that line "we won our trophies fair and square", other than that not a bad attempt.


7.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 21:06:22
Op we would not need to sell to green, bless our club, god save the queen.


8.) 23 Jan 2020
23 Jan 2020 21:25:44
Boredom leads to electronic games and other assorted bad habits, such as laboured poetry.