The last hope that we had- how Steven Gerrard broke the bears

Last week the bears found themselves in an unusual happy place. Full of life’s joys topped up by the return of the revered Mister Gerrard.

From chasing a floppy haired vegan Buddhist out of Falkirk within a fortnight their bad dream would be ended.

Mr Gerrard. Standing in the home dug-out, wearing a smart club blazer, grey flannels and the shiniest of brown brogues. And just at the start of the poppy festivities as a bonus.

THE HOPE THAT KILLS THEM

For a week they could close their eyes from the SPFL Premiership table. Forget about the miseries of four managers in four years, none of them able to complete a full season.

Young and old, male and female it was a time for bears to dig out those Stevie G cardboard cut-outs hidden in the loft. The others had been dumped in the bin when he deserted for Aston Villa.

And then Raman posted that notorious tweet. Saturday, October 11 at 8.18pm.

The STV reporter felt the pain as much as any bear, he didn’t want to ruin thousands of weekends but that is part of the gig.

He is a trusted source, in the loop. He had been fed the good news all week.

Cavenagh jets in, Tick. London meeting with Gerrard, tick. Constructive talks, tick. Further meeting, tick.

The heroes reception was all planned for the Dundee United game on Saturday. Until Gerrard walked away!

This hipster had been singing all week into his phone. Happy smiles and good times ahead. Then there was the climbdown, to be fair he isn’t swallowing the ‘poor timing’ excuse.

This auld yin will have witnessed the tainted glories delivered by Sir Duped, he has probably lived through both Celtic nine-in-a-rows. Now his grand-children are likely to support a different Glasgow team.

The arty and sophisticated can’t get one thought out of her head. League flags is coming home again. It probably is, the place that has been home for 13 of the last 14 seasons.

THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE

As they scratch their heads and wonder how it all went wrong again the spotlight is on the Americans.

The Daily Record promised them the Revolution of all Revolutions. The real thing. An end to their nightmare, a whole new concept, a 21st century out look for a 21st century club.

Cavenagh better come up with a huge appointment early this week, Tuesday at the latest.

Otherwise the crowds dwindle, the anger is replaced by apathy, the league table doesn’t lie. The income streams dry up.

No bears will be taking to social media singing about their faith in Danny Ruhl. It is time for a unifying figurehead, time to get Neil Warnock or David Martindale suited up, with a poppy restored to the dug out.