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6 thoughts on “Top Banter as Ibrox Trophy Room is ‘revamped’

  1. Transvision Re – Vamp…

    The trophy room’s bare – And –

    Baby I don’t care !!!

  2. It’s the games of transfer bingo that will take place once the world cup is on that will be really entertaining.
    Just think of all those players that will be heading to ibrox as free agents or with price tags that no other clubs can afford other than sevco.
    Then you will get the pish oh he wore a sevco top for years,oh he’s always wanted to play for sevco.

  3. I’ve heard there’s one of Gordon Smith’s old Syrups in the trophy room all for posterity and the archives . Sitting in an air conditioned room affectionately brushed and combed . Freshly ‘gelled ‘ by a loving devotee each day too no doubt !

  4. Chewin’ the Fat with Betty

    The Blue room looks like a mix between a cheap Storage Wars container, an Oxfam charity shop and a Cash Generator’s. It’s as if the clock has stopped in 2012, the trophy rooms a time capsule, you expect Miss Havisham to be sitting there in her wedding dress looking at all the unpolished silverware and dusty ceramics Ready to die, like the original cheating Rangers did in 2012. Swept under the carpet of course will be a jar of syrup of figs commemorating Queenies official Diamond Jubilee, marking 60 years on the throne, a final reminder about an unpaid tax bill, a Valentines day card from Duff and Phelps and an urn containing the ashes of Deadco.

    The Old Lady of Edmiston Drive who could hardly climb the marble staircase may have been Auld Betty who undertook wartime duties while her beloved Charlie was back at the front with the Gordonstoun highlanders. Reminisces of Betty’s legs akimbo exploits with the bike were a Tour de Force. Many’s the time she’d be on her Pyrenees getting the team into lane, leaving herself breathless going that extra mile to keep them staying upright during the blackouts. To keep pace with betty’s wheely big appetite for a plunge the punctured outfit would have to handle all the ups and downs, fasten their stirrups for it was going to be a bumpy ride. While Betty was back in the saddle putting her foot to the peddle, testing their endurance,
    her saddle bags were exposed hitting a speed bump. It was downhill all the way when she mounted side saddle letting the air out of the teams tyres. After she shared her loving cup, there was a break in the chain, it was either ring her bell fast to get to the finish line or join the breakaway group. Once she had a grip of the handle there was no back peddling the ball bearings were lost. With no where to turn, no red light or no entry signs ahead, it was time to apply the brakes for those that road their luck, leaving skid marks. To this day along the downward silvery slope they still leave a smell. To Summit up, the points leaders in the Green jersey made it past the Hor du Huns EBTs scam. Wee Betty fcuked yous all up proper!

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