On the Beauty of Football Songs: A German View of Celtic Park


If there was a national contest about which city has the greyest winter to offer, Berlin would have a good chance of winning. As the days get shorter and the sun is hidden by an army of dirty clouds, the city sinks into a grey soup. In order to brighten the mood there are various remedies. Some people buy a light box, stare into gleaming light 15 minutes a day and thus restore the body’s hormonal balance. I put my headphones on and click through the best football songs I know. There is no better recipe against winter depression.

As far as my selection is concerned, I am quite conservative, one might also say unimaginative. It always starts with the Youtube entry “You’ll never walk alone Celtic Barca”. By far, my favourite from the category ‘Nerdy Goosebump Moments for Football Fans’.

It’s 2004 and Celtic Glasgow are hosting FC Barcelona in the Champions League. The day before, a total of 191 people were killed in an attack in Madrid. The stadium announcer is in the centre circle, honouring the dead of Madrid and calling on the crowd to commemorate the victims with “one of our famous anthems”. You’ll Never Walk Alone. It’s the VW Beetle of football songs. Heard a million times but never better than this.

The first sounds are spilling from the stands. People rise, they lift their hands to the sky and tighten their scarves. They sing. At first softly, then louder, louder and louder. “Gerry and the Pacemakers” are switched off and now only the fans sing. A gigantic chorus, a thunder that shakes every sensible person with functioning hearing to the core. A mixture of anticipation and fear, memory and jubilation, love and anger, grief and passion. The footballers on the field, who are so used to noise, can feel the hair on the back of their necks start to rise. And I, who have seen this video more than a hundred times, amble in a turmoil of pathos, affection, and goose bumps.

The last sounds roll through the temple of football, the hymn of praise is silenced. A sunbeam crosses the Berlin clouds and blinds my eyes. The dear God tickles me at the back of my head. The most beautiful woman in the world gallops with a unicorn into the editorial office, takes me with her into the lunch break and gives me a bucket of happiness.

My day is saved.


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The European Adventures of Borussia Mönchengladbach


Borussia Mönchengladbach was the first club to represent Germany in the Cup Winners Cup. Opponents of the team coached by Bernd Oles in November 1960 were Rangers (the 1872 version). In the first leg, played in the Rheinstadion in Düsseldorf, Gladbach lost 3-0. Attacker Dieter Needig took defeat particularly hard. Shortly before the end, his opponent Davis was knocked to the ground, broke his jaw and lost four teeth. Two weeks later Borussia travelled to Scotland. 16 members of the 22-person delegation had never actually sat in a plane before their departure. It’s not clear whether their knees had stopped knocking before they took to the field at Ibrox as they went down by 8: 0.


Ten years later Borussia was in the European Cup for the first time. In the first round Vogts, Netzer and company beat the Cypriots of EPA Larnaca  6: 0 and 10: 0. In the second round the team then wrote history. In the return game against Everton they took part in the first penalty shootout in the competition after the tie finished level on aggregate. It started well when Gladbach ‘keeper Wolfgang Kleff parried the first penalty. Their joy was short-lived, however, as Herbert Laumen and Lüdwig Müller both missed and Gladbach went out. Müller was by far the best penalty taker at the club but in the remaining six years with Gladbach he never took another penalty.


Plenty has been written about about the scandal against Inter Milan from October 1971. Even today the words ‘can’ and ‘Boninsegna’ are enough to make any Gladbach fan foam at the mouth. The replay game was to be on neutral ground in Berlin and the Borussia fans were certainly surfing a wave of symapthy on the River Spree. Numerous taxi drivers drove the Borussia supporters into the Olympiastadion free of charge and for the first time since the Second World War, even the night flight ban on Berlin was lifted so that the numerous fans could go home after the final whistle in specially chartered planes. The Head Barman of the Hotel Schweizerhof invented a cocktail for the occasion named “Borussia”. The contents: A sip of Asbach Uralt, a swallow of Advokaat, an egg yolk with sugar, some warm milk and cream garnished with pistachios. It was all to no avail as  Gladbach drew 0: 0 and went out.


In April 1974 Borussia again had a bad experience with a Milan club, but this time with  AC Milan. After the 2-0 first-leg defeat in Milan, all hope for Borussia rested on the return, which the club again moved to the Rheinstadion in Düsseldorf because of its extra capacity. Gladbach took the lead early thanks to an own goal by the Italian Sabadini Milan then started playacting worthy of Hollywood. Time and time again, the Italians were able to meet their reputation, falling down at every opportunity and fouling every other minute. When referee Franco-Martinez refused to give Borussia a stonewall penalty, the players lost it. After the final whistle Klaus-Dieter Sieloff said, “I have never seen such cheating in my whole life!” Meanwhile, Gladbach fans chased the Spanish referee across the pitch. He later had to slip into a police uniform in order to be able to leave the stadium safely. Gladbach had to pay a penalty of 5,000 Marks as well as losing out on a place in the final.


The return home from the UEFA Cup tie back from Zaragoza was almost a tragedy for Hennes Weisweiler’s team. After the Foals had easily gone through to the next round everybody on the team bus was already looking forward to a celebration dinner. Suddenly it swerved violently and two windows were broken. It turned out that apparently the bus had been shot at. The perpetrators were never identified. Luckily none of the players were injured, only a  journalist got some glass shards in the eye. Ouch.


Speaking of ouch, in the first round match of the European Cup in 1976 against Austria Vienna attacker Herbert Heidenreich wondered after the final whistle why his back was hurting so much. When unpleasant pustules formed he went to the doctor who diagnosed second degree burns. Suspicion immediately fell on the lime with which the lines at the Bökelberg Stadium were drawn during those days. Promptly, the city banned the use of the substance. Heidenreich’s back was fixed, and in the end Gladbach even reached the final, where Liverpool proved to be too strong.


During the excursion to Craiova in Romania in the UEFA Cup of season 1980, the players of Borussia had certainly had more difficult evenings. But on the night before the game, Romanian fans circled around the team hotel all night to test their drums, trumpets and horns for full functionality. It was not until nine o’clock in the morning that the local police intervened. They could have saved themselves the bother, since by this time the team were already sitting at the breakfast table.


From the Stasi report on the UEFA Cup first round of  Gladbach at 1. FC Magdeburg then part of the DDR: “The player Lothar Matthäus has now become well known in the national team of the Federal Republic of Germany in the German Democratic Republic. Before the UEFA Cup tie in Magdeburg he intends to present to football fans of the DDR numerous sport souvenirs,.” As suspected: it wasn’t Kohl or David Hasselhoff, but Lothar Matthäus on his own that started the road to the fall of the Berlin Wall.


Borussia’s 5:1 win against Real Madrid in November 1985 is not one of the biggest football games ever. However, “The Black Night of Madrid” followed shortly after the height of the Foals’ joy. After the 0:4 defeat in the return leg in the Bernabeu and the surprising exit from the competition, striker Jupp Heynckes was so disappointed that he imposed on himself  a vow of silence and refused to talk to any of his team mates for a month. That night in Madrid echoed round the Bundesliga for a long time. Opponents regularly taunted Borussia with ‘Real Madrid’ chants for years.



The team wore a unique jersey in their UEFA Cup match against the AS Monaco in October 1996. Since alcohol advertising was forbidden in the Principality of Monaco, the word “alcohol-free” was quickly added under the chest lettering of their sponsor, a well-known Altbier brewery. To this day fans of this jersey offer top money for them at auctions because of their rarity.


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“Celtic Park and the Fans Can Change History”


Before the Juventus Champions League game was coming up in 2012, I thought it might be interesting to look at some of the Italian sporting press and see what they were saying about the tie between Celtic and Juventus.

Not being an Italian speaker, I relied on a translation service and my neighbour and fellow Celt, Franco who originally hails from Naples and would have loved to have seen Celtic knock the ‘Old Lady’ out of the Champions League.

When the draw was made in Zurich, Juve Director and former player Pavel Nedved said…

“It could have been much worse but Celtic is a respectable opponent. They were the only ones to beat Barcelona in the group stage and have qualified with great merit. We will find it hard and if we are not up for it on the day we could be in for very difficult times. This Juve team has yet to mature, many have never faced a year in the Champions League in the second round and it will take a great experience.However we have a good chance to go through, if we look at Celtic with great concentration especially away from home we can do it. We have to play with their same intensity, then technically maybe we have something more than them. “

The feeling that Juventus were technically and perhaps tactically superior was balanced in the Italian papers by the feeling that Celtic Park offered something special which could affect the outcome of games. Gazzeta Della Sport Writer Guissepi Catonio warned Juventus that …

“It will definitely be a tough first game, the one that will be played in Scotland in the cauldron of Celtic Park. If the Juventus Stadium is the 12th man for the Bianconeri, Celtic Park is also equivalent to perhaps a 12th and 13th man for pushing Celtic to greater efforts. In recent months, FC Barcelona fell there: one more reason to keep vigilant. Celtic Park is a Bear Pit. Be warned!”

Juve Captain, Andrea Pirlo, was adamant that Juventus would rise to the occasion and stated on the official Juve website that his team would not be cowed by the atmosphere created in Glasgow.

“I know that Celtic Park as an arena for gladiators, but we are ready. We have players who have won the World Cup and the Champions League, we are used to this kind of atmosphere. I’m sure the Celtic fans will cheer like crazy, but this will only make us more determined.’

Steffano Benzi writes for the Italian language section of the Eurosport website and he was clear about the influence Celtic Park and the Celtic fans can have on events on the Park…

‘Camp Nou and Celtic Park: two very different realities perhaps similar in some respects but completely different, antithetical in others. Anyone who has been often to Barcelona’s stadium will never forget it but not for the same reasons that you remember a game at Celtic Park, any game, even an anonymous Scottish Cup game. I think it’s Juventus, in this respect, who risk more. True, the Celtic is certainly not the strongest team that Juventus could draw and the draw was benign: Perhaps even lucky for Juve. The Bhoys are certainly not the same team which Juventus lost 4-3 to a few years ago when they had Larsson, Sutton, Mjallby … They were on a par with the Rangers then and made a good impression in Europe against anyone, without necessarily having to dream grandiose dreams of winning things. The Scots would celebrate anyway.

Celtic of today, however is a team with a few gems, like Watt, and a strategy of betting everything on physicality and dead-ball situations. Someone has done a technical and tactical analysis of the game already and it’s a distinct advantage to Juventus coach Antonio Conte. But instead they should do an analysis of the environment: Celtic Park is something absolutely extraordinary that goes beyond what you can write, read, tell about. And I can guarantee that what you see on television is not even the smallest part of what you may suffer in the flesh in a stadium where you have sixty thousand people, never wanting to offend you but still make you feel like a real enemy in the camp.

Celtic Park, in many ways, is one of the most influential and dangerous stages of the world. It has everything to challenge you, to help you experience the classic bad day, if you enter the field with a weak stomach then you’ll want to get out as soon as possible. The fact is that Celtic managed to beat Barcelona, and I interpret this fact as certainly not random. Celtic cannot beat Barcelona says common sense. But football says rather that Celtic did beat Barcelona and they did it with merit at the end of a match and played beyond their means. This was interpreted by Barcelona as victory with a little ‘luck.’ It is on these aspects that Juventus will have to think and I’m sure Antonio Conte know exactly the difficulty in dealing with a team that will be poorer yes, certainly less experienced than Juventus and probably less able to play the tactical game. But Conte, who knows well the pitfalls of a challenge like this and will the hammer into the heads of his players a unique concept: Do not underestimate this opponent, who, for once, it may not be the team but the stadium which you have to face.

Forget the folkloric images, avoid the easy stereotype of a Celtic fan coming out of the Scottish pub and entering the stadium finishing a beer then ordering another. Do not let the charming chorus of “You’ll Never Walk Alone” that the whole stadium sings before the start of each game fool you. To hear these songs on your TV is not the same as having it weigh on your shoulders for 90 minutes, start to finish, even if you’re winning by three-goal margin. Celtic Park is undoubtedly one more challenge for Juve. Celtic is, of course, different other clubs. I think also for the fans of Juventus, if they behave as they should and if they live this adventure in the right way, it will be a great experience. The Juventus Stadium can be a bit like Celtic Park: but we Italians have lost the Celtic culture, their history, their being able to accept any defeat and still celebrate every possible outcome accepting any opponent in a fair manner.

Then, for heaven’s sake, if Juve play the game as it should be played we should win. But Celtic Park and their fans can change history.’’

The recurring theme in the Italian media was that Juve were better than Celtic but that the atmosphere created by Celtic fans could cancel out any technical superiority. Our old sparring partner Lorenzo Amorusso was surprisingly kind to Celtic in the Italian press. The man described as ‘The first Catholic captain in the history of Glasgow Rangers, the Protestant side of the city, the enemy of Celtic.’ Warned Juventus that…

‘Celtic Park is a true hell, 60 thousand people singing and support Celtic from ‘beginning to end, win or lose, always close to the team. They are truly the ‘twelfth man’ in the field and it is not a cliché. The support of those fans eventually multiply the forces of Celtic up to cancel any difference, any technical gap. I repeat, this is a team fighting for every ball, that does not give anything, driven by a deep pride and an extraordinary support. Juventus certainly on paper is stronger and has more individual talent and technical merit. But these differences, as if by magic, will eventually be cancelled out by the overwhelming atmosphere of Celtic Park.’

Our stadium was described as a Bear Pit, an Arena for Gladiators and a Hell. It is none of these things. It is our field of dreams where we express our love of our club by offering them our unconditional support and passion. Steffano Benzin hit the nail on the head when he said…

“Celtic Park and their fans can change history.’’

On Wednesday night, roll up to Celtic Park with Pride! You are the vital component in the Celtic story. You are the twelfth man, the heart and soul of Celtic… and God bless every one of you.

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Celtic in Europe – The Early Years


Celtic first burst upon the European stage with an unbeaten four match tour to Vienna and Prague in 1904. This was the bonding time for the team that was to win the Scottish League six seasons in a row from 1905-1910.

The gel suffered some immediate stress when the Vienna train pulled out of Frankfurt station one mid-May morning minus powerhouse right-half Sunny Jim Young. The big Ayrshireman did not make it to Vienna until the following night. Boss Maley took his place against AFC Wien playing each half of the game in the shade.

Willie Maley was dour type but at the end of the 1906 tour skipper Jimmy hay persuaded him to join in the players’ wee sing-song in Budapest. Hay sang ‘A wee Drappie O’t”

This life is a journey we a’ hae to gang,
And care is the burden we carry alang;
Though heavy be the burden and poverty our lot,
We’ll be happy a’ thegither owre a wee drappie o’t.

Owre a wee drappie o’t, owre a wee drappie o’t,
We’ll be happy a’ thegither owre a wee drappie o’t.

Gorbals outside-left Davie Hamilton “It’s Movin’ Day”.

Celtic were in Scandinavia in 1907. They had by now signed the original Wizard of the Dribble, Scottish international winger Bobby Templeton. In Copenhagen the Danes screamed for Bobby to dribble himself silly, but to Maley, if such genius artistry did not result in goals then it was vain, futile and of no use to Celtic. The Bhoys were travelling without a recognised ‘keeper. Let the crowds screech for thrills hard as they might, maley placed the demon winger between the posts (and on the transfer list when the team got back to home to Glasgow).

Celtic began another unbeaten tour in Dresden in 1911 followed by games in Prague, Budapest, Vienna, Basle and Paris. Ernst Kaltenbach scored for Basle and was in the party at Parkhead with the Swiss in 1963 with the Swiss on Cup Winners Cup European duty in 1963 to meet Napoleon McMenemy, his opponent from 52 years before.

Celtic’s first Continental tour defeat was in 1912 against a Danish XI training for the Olympic Games. No matter – after the North sea crossing and the train from Hull, Sunny Jim Young got out of the train at York station: “Well boys, I’m prouder than ever to be a Celtic player.”


Germany was bristling for war in the summer of 1914 when Celtic lost their second tour fixture 1:0 versus Leipzig. Patsy Gallacher was scathing: “The pitch was 180 yards long, we had grass up to our knees and the referee almost kissed the German who scored their goal, which was no goal!” He did not mention the screamer from 40 yards that nearly burst the net but was disallowed. The reason? Offside!

Celtic visited the Ypres battlefield in 1921 and played their football in Paris. In 1922, the year of Sunny Jim’s tragic death, they went to the new country of Czechoslovakia, played three games and lost them all. Celtic were in decline and Continental football was fast catching up on over here.


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No More (Cult) Heroes – Rab Douglas



If ever Martin O’Neill had a blind spot, boy was this it.

By comparison with the fiscal probity that reigned at Celtic Park  at the time, when he first came to the club MON was throwing dosh around like confetti.

Hence Dundee must have been thrilled when the ‘buy it now’ price of £1.5 million was realised for big Rab.


He went straight into the first team, but when you consider that the others vying for the gloves were Johnny Gould and Dmitri Kharine that’s hardly much of a compliment.

In truth, he wasn’t actually that bad a goalkeeper – most of the time.

Indeed he was capable of producing outstanding performances between the sticks. In the UEFA Cup tie against Valencia in Spain, for example, big Rab saved us from a real hiding. There’s no doubt that he could be a good shot stopper and even managed a couple of penalty saves.

But there’s more to this eccentric position than that, and Rab had an unfortunate proclivity which ensured that he will go down in the collective folk memory for all the wrong reasons. Like John Fallon, another Celtic goalie from a different era, Rab was an affable and likeable big guy who could be brilliant but was prone to dropping the most spine-twisting clangers, most memorably against Rangers (now in liquidation).

Helpfully assisting a speculative Gregory Vignal (Who he? Ed)effort into the back of his net in a fraught Glasgow derby was but one in a catalogue of blunders against the one team in the SPL where it used to be absolutely vital for the goalie to keep his concentration.

Indeed Rab’s big game temperament was always a bit suspect, although I think it’s a bit harsh to single him out for extra blame for the UEFA final defeat.

His main weaknesses were an inability to deal convincingly and consistently with crosses – one tabloid tried to do a hatchet job on him by featuring pictures of Rab coming out for crosses with his eyes shut – and a lack of conviction when bossing defenders in front of him. When you stop to think about it, that’s two major flaws in any goalie’s CV.

Rab Douglas always did his best when playing for Celtic and seemed to derive as much pleasure as anybody when it came to achieving success. You could never grudge him it, but you can’t help thinking he was a lucky bhoy to get the chance all the same.

The arrival on the scene of the more technically competent Marshall saw the writing on the wall for big Rab and he left us to join the colony of ex-Celts at Leicester City, where he seemed sure to get a lot of practice on matchdays.

He was replaced at the Walkers Stadium late in the 2005-06 season by Paul Henderson and was placed on the transfer list alongside Mark de Vries and Alan Maybury.

Big Rab was handed a trial spell at Motherwell (his boyhood club) but was unable to agree a deal.

He briefly joined Millwall on an emergency 4 week loan then Wycombe Wanderers on a 3 month loan deal, making three appearances.

On 15 May 2008 he was released by Leicester as his contract was close to expiring and rejoined Dundee on a free transfer as one of Alex Rae’s first signings. Rae later got the sack but the two events would seem to be unconnected.

Rab started and played the full 90 minutes every Dundee game of the 2008/09 season and went on to help them back into the SPL following the death of Rangers (now in liquidation) last summer.

On one of his last visits to Celtic Park he saved a penalty against us. It wasn’t grudged and he’s welcome back any time.

Above: Rab demonstrates he’s not at all like the lazy stereotype of a nutty goalkeeper by sitting down inside Ibrox during a Glasgow derby and eating a pepperami snack thrown away by a disgruntled bluenose because of the green wrapper. Just another Saturday.

Tales From The Crypt – Jabba “James” Traynor


‘A long time ago in a galaxy, far, far away…’

Well that’s quite enough lines from the George Lucas Space Opera but the line nevertheless serves as an appropriate introduction to one of the more bizarre, grotesque and ludicrous inmates of the crypt.

At time of writing this piece Jabba Traynor had not been – officially – employed by The Rangers or the company with a similar name which went into liquidation in the summer of 2012 but you’d never have guessed it.

Though perhaps not the most shamelessly biased apologist for the worst Ibrox had to offer – a title held previously by Willie Allison and then, probably, by David Leggat – he had been the most persistently high profile and, superficially, articulate. Rumour had it that Ol’ Jabbs is set to become Head of Public Relations (or some similarly pompous title) at Sevco. Neither Traynor nor I believe all that much of what we read on internet websites and blogs and I have to say that this story really strikes me as being too convenient to be true but if it is it will be the final step in a long journey to his spiritual home for Jabba.

One that began a long time ago in a North Lanarkshire, far, far, away.

Born in 1953 in the Lanarkshire town of Airdrie Traynor was a keen and, one assumes, thinner version of his later self. He was lithe enough to be offered schoolboy forms to sign for his local club but instead Jabba chose to enter the fourth estate and had become a sports journalist by his early twenties.

By the late eighties he had become the chief football writer on what was then known as the Glasgow Herald. That newspaper had had a few decent writers in its recent past such as Ian Archer and Jim Reynolds and initially Traynor seemed a worthy enough columnist and pundit. Perhaps a bit too purple in the prose and, as I discovered when he phoned me up in response to a letter I had written to his paper in which very mild criticism of one of his columns appeared, somewhat thin skinned, but far from totally objectionable.

The early nineties was a dark time for Celtic as well as being, by all accounts legitimately, a successful one for Rangers. Traynor wrote several articles which were critical of Celtic’s failing board – not dissimilar in feel to contemporaneous articles in NTV in fact – and he backed the winning horse by supporting Fergus McCann and the rebels as they sought to take over Celtic.

Although few would have felt that Jabbs – by 1994 already significantly portlier than in his playing days – was much of a Celtic sympathiser he seemed a million miles away from the slavish sycophancy towards Rangers adopted by his peers such as Chick Young, Ken Gallacher and the aforementioned Leggat. And then, because they paid him better, he joined the Daily ‘Getworse’ Express – at that time still a big seller though very much a low quality title which had seen much better days. For Traynor the once idealistic reporter the rot and cliches set in.

And he was getting fatter.

Traynor’s articles for the Getsworse were much more slackly written than in his Herald Days and it was clear that he yearned not to be the new Hugh McIlvanney but the next Alex Cameron and so inevitably after less than a year he joined Scotland’s then most widely read – and the world’s crappiest – daily newspaper the Daily Record or, as it has also been known, the Rectum and, more pertinently, the Daily Ranger.

Celtic won their first league title in a decade in Jabbs’ first season on his new paper but there was little that was congratulatory towards the club in Traynor’s pieces.

When Celtic played dreadfully in Zagreb in the second leg of a Champions’ League qualifier his assessment of the game seemed unusually personal in its criticism.

And then came a trip to the Channel Islands and an article which appeared in the Record on Thursday 19 November 1998 – two days before a Celtic versus Rangers match curiously enough*.

The piece is one long toadying apologia masquerading as an interview with the then Rangers chairman and main shareholder David Murray. The article itself can still be found in its servile entirety on the Internet but is remembered best for two words- ’succulent’ and ’lamb’.

A new career as the unofficial chief propagandist for Murray and Rangers- coupled with frequently vituperatively anti- Celtic articles such as one which appeared a couple of days after the infamous match of May 1999 refereed by Hugh Dallas – had begun.

And he was getting fatter.

I have to admit that over the fourteen years that have elapsed since the Succulent Lamb tribfest I have tried to avoid Traynor. As Radio Shortbread was marginally and arguably preferable to Radio Clyde in this period I tended to hear him pontificate on the phone-in show Your Call rather than read his prose in the Rectum but with the rise of Facebook and the regular regurgitation of parts of his by now dismal hack prose on various Celtic sympathising websites he became difficult to avoid.

Whatever the issue – whether it be the slavish adherence to Murray or the tolerance of the Famine Song as mere banter – he always seemed to be wrong.

When Rangers went first into Administration and then Liquidation Traynor was still steadfastly refusing to acknowledge that their downfall had had much to do with the stewardship of the club by David Murray whilst simultaneously propagating the myth that it was all that Craig Whyte’s fault, even though initially Jabba had been as welcoming to the one-time Billionaire as any fully paid up member of the Laptop Loyal could have been.

When in November of this year it was announced that the First Tax Tier Tribunal had deemed that though the Employee Benefit Scheme had been an aggressive attempt at tax avoidance it was not strictly speaking illegal this ‘glowing’ endorsement of Rangers in the first decade of this century was seen by Traynor as vindication of Murray and his club.

One wondered what, beyond some fine comestibles, Murray gave Traynor all those years ago.
On Monday the third of December 2012 Traynor’s last article appeared in the Record. The first half – an affectionate time looking back on his career in journalism – is pretty saccharine but for the second he dips his pen in vitriol and lambasts those ‘bilious types [that] have been allowed to emerge from the shadows and spew invective that sadly became regarded as fact’.

I’m not such an unqualified fan of the Internet Bampots myself but they revealed more of what was relevant about the conduct and morality of Rangers and David Murray since 1998 that Jabba Traynor was.

As a sign off piece overall it was the most self aggrandising, flatulently, pompous drivel since Dave Lee Travis resigned ‘on-air’ from Radio 1 in 1993.

What Jabba – now heftier than his cinematic namesake – does now he has hung up his laptop is mere speculation. That he is a worthy admission to the Crypt is not in question though.


* Celtic won this match 5-1

STOP PRESS : The internet bampots strike again- Jabba became the new Director of Communications at The Rangers.