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Michael Stewart is an irrelevance who craves attention which stems from being a ginger kid and being a less than average achiever throughout his life. He harbours real issues which stem from the time he failed as a trialist at the World's most successful club. This issue haunts him to this day which has facilitated an uncontrolled hatred of that club. In attempt to remain relevant, and to satisfy his inherrent desire for any form of acknowledgement, he posts any Rangers (always Rangers) related tripe on social media and also on any mainstream media outlet overly willing to give him a platform, to which he knows Rangers supporters will always react. Block and ignore and let him crawl back under his narcissistic stone, miserable, alone and excessively ginger.

Dey doo doo dat doh don't dey doh Dodoo?

Maybe he likes the windows in his house just the way they are, or his kids being reasonably safe going to school and his car without the go faster key gouges. Or maybe he naively thinks the compliance officer will do his job for him. Maybe it's just us that's paranoid. Who knows?

Absolutely not. These fuckers are after our club, our stadium, our lives and our families. Nothing would please them greater than for some or all of the individual Rangers supporters to have their lives completely ruined because of their faux offense to a word they use to describe themselves. Box clever bears.

Not sure where this is but if you stand up in front of the lads in the West enclosure you'll get battered wi cold pies

What an absolute crock of hate filled bigotted shite. So only the last league games between the paedos and us at Ibrox have been hate filled? Lurid Orange tops? Blah blah blah gave up reading anymore after that. These c**ts don't even try to hide it any more.

All the joiners, plumbers and sparks off my job

Yer a paradiddy

Phew, I thought for a minute his name was Brendan.

Looking for my Dad and his mates but they're not in it. Me neither, I'd be right down the front with my Chipmunk Crisps and macaroon bar

Our fans tend not to smash up pubs, trams or city centres, fight with the locals or even shite in Lidl bags and throw them at other supporters and worst of all, sexually abuse 100's of children and cover it up for decades. Now that would be deserving of wall to wall coverage in the media and condemnation from all corners but......oh never mind. Be (if Rangers fans are) somewhat over exuberant celebrating a last minute winner and it's wall to wall big bad Rangers in 99% of every tarrier supporting media outlet in the land. Sometimes I really hate this shit hole of a country, as it is them, the complicit mhedia and the seething hoots mon seperatists that have surely turned it into a bitter tarrier republican supporting, Rangers and Unionist detesting cesspit. Refreshing from the Danes and well done those who went to support and represent the Club. Good job.

What's yours?

Had you been there you would know that:- 1. The crowd weren't being prevented from getting in to the stand because of being searched. 2. There wasn't 90 mins of anti catholic bigotry. A couple of renditions of the Billy Boys which refers to "fenians" is not anti catholic. Check out the Oxford English dictionary for the meaning of the word, you'll probably find it under 'F'. That same word that the unwashed hordes saw fit to emblazon on a banner that they themselves made and unfurled at their filthy den of paedophilia the previous day 3. The exit gate wasn't forced open. It was opened by someone unseen by me but it did relieve the crush at the front and stewards were checking the tickets of those going through the gate. Strange though that an "exit" gate opens inwards only don't you think. Fire doors and emergency exits generally open in the direction of the escapees running from the emergency. Perhaps that's something else that kilmarnock fc should be looking at. The emergency gates at Ibrox open outwards, if you notice, that's if you go often. There's three out and out lies for ya. If you'd like to me to go into the backing in of Police Horses and the coralling of the crowd by stewards and police, the failure of the "High Tech" killie ticketing system and the 1950's turnstile arrangements gimme a shout

Is this the yahoo that said on his dating profile that he would be quite happy sitting at home watching Greys Anatomy?

And obsessed tims too. Don't forget the soap shy, kiddy fiddling, obsessed tims. Especially all the new ones we seem to have inherited in the last few days.

I think you will find that a considerable number of Labour supporters do not support Corbyn and his cronies for that very reason but it doesn't stop them being Labour supporters. I'm not but my Grandad was a "staunch" Labour man and I'm quite sure had he still been alive he would be appalled at what the Labour leadership has become. So I'm calling out your post as dung.

That same "justice" minister that point blank refuses "justice" to those victims of paedophilia at the dome because of his own allegiances to the paedo harbouring scum? That "justice" minister? That same "justice" minister who's very own version of "justice" is to let all crims serving 12 months or less out of jail? That same "justice" minister who would love to see many of us locked up for even thinking about singing naughty songs? That "justice" minister? "Aye nae bother Humza, in ye come bro. Hail hail an aw that!"

There is still such a thing as the Cardonald Anton Rogan CSC

Let's all do the Anton, let's all do the Anton...

I work with a few. 1. They're of the opinion that TLB isn't the man, the appointment shows lack of vision and isn't building for the future. 2. Greetin' about why they aren't they spending money cos they've got millions in the bank. 3. Concerned about signings this window, or lack of them. 4. WTF's happening with Tierney? Sell him and take the £25m if he's no happy 5. Griff is a goal machine and will score 40 goals this season. (yes really) 6.-They won't win a treble this season but the league and Scottish cup double is a stick on. 7. Who's Torbett? 8. The refs are masons 9. Who's Cairney? 10. Rangers are spending money they don't have, 11. Admin 2 is looming fast. 12. Mike Ashley will soon own Rangers 13. No way big Jock knew. 14. Other - mostly Rangers stuff

We may not get the cards on the pitch but rest assured the "compliance" officer will be issuing a few retrospective ones our way this season

What supporters? Who knew about this? Are thon club 1872 still a thing?

Not been around for a wee while Just donated

Who was he manager of again?

Steven Gerrard might have retired from football in 2016, but his legacy will long live on whenever anyone plays a football video game in what has become colloquially known as 'Gerrard mode'. Think of it as football with superpowers, where one player can push his way from the halfway line into the opposition area with the idea of them being tackled little more than a pipe dream. The appeal of the style comes from how unrealistic it is, or at least should be. Football is a team game, and the idea of one man doing it all by himself is something which ought to be restricted to park kickabouts or, yes, video games, not at the elite level. However, for Gerrard, this was the reality. Throughout more than 800 games for club and country, he played football how you’ve always wanted to… and he made it work. The skills required to be king of the playground are meant to be different from those you need as a pro, and you need only look at any player described as a 'wasted talent' to understand how that works. Making the step up requires compromise, at least for 99% of players, but Gerrard forced himself into that remaining 1%. And the same force of will that got him into the game acted as his most valuable quality in achieving what he did in a Liverpool shirt. Recalling his childhood kickabouts, the Merseyside-born midfielder would say of the makeshift hard playing surface outside his home in Huyton, Liverpool: “Back then, it was MY pitch – no cars allowed." It was there that he developed the nous to determine no game was too big for him to dominate, whether that meant a six-year-old Stevie going up against kids a few years his senior, or the local-lad-made-good, inspiring the Reds to a Champions League final comeback you wouldn’t think possible if you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes. When the bigger boys coming to play in your yard is all you’ve ever known, you’re going to play like every pitch you step on is your own turf to protect. <img alt="Steven Gerrard makes a trademark fierce tackle in midfield " class="Image-elem" height="1080" src="https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/704xn/p0763jvx.jpg" srcSet="https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/480xn/p0763jvx.jpg 480w, https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/624xn/p0763jvx.jpg 624w, https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/800xn/p0763jvx.jpg 800w, https://ichef.bbci.co.uk/images/ic/1056xn/p0763jvx.jpg 1056w" width="1920"/>Getty Images Steven Gerrard makes a trademark fierce tackle in midfield There has been no player quite at the same level as Gerrard when it comes to sending shots into the back of the net through sheer strength of character. He might have fallen desperately short of a Premier League title, but his accolades show us that playing football the way everyone wants to play it can still bring the highest of highs. To get a feel for Gerrard’s longevity in Liverpool colours, all you need to do is look at an assortment of his team-mates. His early days at Anfield saw him share a pitch with Gary McAllister, who was born in 1964, while Gerrard’s team-mates in his final game included Jordon Ibe, a man 31 years McAllister’s junior. And yet Gerrard was worthy of his place in both generations – and every squad in between. While most Liverpool fans will point to Gerrard’s achievements in 2005 and 2006, there was one earlier goal which seemed to encapsulate his body of work even more. In the final minute of a Premier League game against Charlton Athletic in April 2003, in which Liverpool had trailed until five minutes from time, Gerrard found a way in between Luke Young and John Robinson where there ought to have been no space whatsoever, before squeezing a low shot beyond Dean Kiely. The concept of ‘wanting it more’ is deliberately nebulous, often shared by limited coaches unable to express what they really mean, but on this occasion it’s hard to find another way to describe the midfielder’s route to goal. It’s all down to a frankly inhuman sense of self-belief; a refusal to incorporate the term ‘impossible’ into his internal dictionary. There might have been moments in Gerrard’s career where such an approach worked against him, but when it served him so well on so many occasions it’s easy to see why he was so keen to persist. Refusing to give up Liverpool weren’t meant to be anywhere near the 2005 Champions League final, and that they even shared a pitch with AC Milan in Istanbul was down to Gerrard’s intervention against Olympiakos in the final group game. Needing to win by two goals to progress, the Reds fell behind to a Rivaldo free-kick and suddenly needed to find three unanswered goals. Obviously, it would be Gerrard who stepped up in the 86th minute to deliver the third and send Anfield wild. There was something cinematic about the effort, with the way the ball set up perfectly for the midfielder from Neil Mellor’s knockdown. For that second, those of us watching at home saw the game through Gerrard’s eyes, with that steely focus whereby the ball was only going in one place and goalkeeper Antonis Nikopilidis was not going to get a chance to interfere with destiny. Liverpool rode the momentum of that goal all the way through to the final in Turkey, and, having done it once, Gerrard had the belief to do the same once more when his team fell 3-0 down to Milan by half-time. Gerrard had a unique power whereby his own refusal to give up could flow through his team-mates. It didn’t matter if the perseverance could sometimes make things worse – if there was even a 1% chance of reviving his team, you could bet he’d give it a shot. One year on, in the FA Cup final at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, it was time for Act II. If Liverpool were never expected to be in the game in Istanbul, they were never expected to allow their opponents to compete 12 months on - and yet, as the clock ticked into stoppage time, they trailed underdogs West Ham 3-2. As the Merseyside club struggled, so did Gerrard. He had gone down with cramp, and the game looked beyond him. But as the ball dropped to him 35 yards from goal, he cobbled together every last ounce of strength in his body to hammer the ball past Shaka Hislop and into the corner of the West Ham net. Liverpool's Steven Gerrard Gerrard scores incredible 35-yard FA Cup final equaliser It was a case of his powerful spirit mending his broken body, however temporarily. Steven Gerrard could well have added more trophies to his cabinet by leaving Liverpool, and yet you got the sense he was only able to produce those against-all-odds recoveries by virtue of that red shirt giving him power. The one-club man is a dying breed in English football, but Gerrard was able to stay with his boyhood club for his entire time in the Premier League, without compromising his pursuit of trophies. Only a Premier League title evaded him, and the perfectionist in him explains why he’d later admit he will “never be at peace” with some of the near-misses, but he retired with a body of work any player would be immensely proud of. More importantly, though, he achieved everything by bustling his way into a leading role - and refusing to be a passenger.