The Rangers Football Club
Glasgow
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It wasn’t designed for longevity the plot and the landscape had high water tables , ancient littoral flood plains and it’d rewrite the Poet Laureate John Betjeman ‘ s “ Slough “.Cacotopian satire but no one there likes satire. There is little here for human celebration. Monolithic and a sort of greyness. It would be better the consortium Andrew Cavenagh and 49ers Enterprises levelled the stadium and filled the sub strata & built a big Orange Superdome visible from Space. No future mention of what prevailed almost an Area 51 no go zone. In time the subsiding fields that was Rangers FC will only be whispered by sweetie wives and Big Ina frae Govan. Aw their totally biased broadcasters and journos in Scottish media will have to undergo more 1984 type training. When I wrote this it was a Satire but it’s now nearer to truth after Ibrox Ultras invaded pitch and their assaults on opposition players staff and fans. Rangers are like a terrible Wasp club.
A Most Spiffing Sojourn at Ibrox! Rating: ★★★★★ Darlings, I am simply reeling! I’ve just returned from a jaunt to that colossal fortress known as Ibrox, and I must tell you, it was an absolutely positively bally triumph. One usually expects a stadium to be a rather draughty affair, all mud and shouting, but this? This was like stumbling into a cathedral dedicated to the very spirit of "Simply the Best." The Highlights of the Expedition: The Trophy Room: Good heavens, the glitter! I stepped into that wood-paneled sanctum and was nearly blinded by the sheer acreage of silver. It’s a veritable forest of cups, shields, and shiny trinkets. I haven't seen that much silverware twas like a Dunchesse's wedding, and I suspect these chaps earned theirs with much more running about. The Marble Staircase: Absolute top-hole architecture. One feels like a Roman Emperor - or at least a very well-dressed Duke - simply ascending to the inner sanctums. I half-expected someone to hand me a glass of fizz at the top. The Museum: A marvel! To see the boots and the jerseys of the legends of yore... it’s a dizzying gallop through the ages. One really gets a sense of the grit and the glory that built this place. The Verdict The whole experience was "top-of-the-morning" stuff. Whether you’re a fanatic for the "beautiful game" or simply an idle wanderer looking for a bit of grandeur, Ibrox delivers the goods with bells on. It’s steeped in history, dripping with tradition, and honestly, the sheer scale of it is enough to make one’s monocle pop right out. A towering success! Pip pip!
Easily the best stadium in the country to go and take in the joy of watching such a magnificent football team.
