Here is the news:
Sevco came third in the second tier of Scottish football.
That undeniable fact should have been a clue.
However, the Stenographers screamed that this was a huge club formed in 1872 and that their ‘rightful place’ was at the top of the Premiership.
For the avoidance of doubt, Liquidation Denial is a pre-requisite for working in the Fitba Fourth Estate.
It is an Orwellian lie that they all buy into.
However, yesterday the creature created in 2012 by Charles Green was brushed aside by a team that came second-bottom in the top flight of the SPFL.
Here on the 21st May 2015 on Sevco TV Mr David Cunningham King batted away some softball questions about the Grand Plan.
I actually don’t know if there is a road map for Sevco out of where they are.
For now ‘the Journey’ is snarled up in second tier traffic for at least another twelve wonderfully peaceful months.
Should the folks at Hibernian decide to go for automatic promotion then the Ibrox outfit could find itself in another round of Play-Offs a year from now.
Today the Easter Road club signalled their intent when they tied up midfielder Fraser Fyvie on a two-year contract.
At Ibrox, the choice remains austerity or insolvency.
Football is part of the entertainment business, and I’ve certainly found this Sevco shambles hugely entertaining.
Yesterday I punched the air right after Cammy Bell had done just that.
I knew then that Sevco were definitely staying put.
At that moment Schadenfreude Sunday had begun in this Irish household.
Mr Moshni then reminded this old middleweight that soccer players can’t punch.
As Sevco visibly crumbled on the pitch at Fir Park, I spared a thought for the hard-pressed staff in the Accident and Emergency units across West Central Scotland.
It is beyond debate that the Stenographers and the Suits dearly wanted to be able, once more, to fixate on a term that defines their existence:
“The Old Firm”.
Now they cannot until, at the earliest, August 2016.
I’m happy to know that next season there will not be four occasions in the city of Glasgow where the A&E Units look like casualty clearing stations for an infantry battalion during a battle.
Of course Celtic might meet these second tier strugglers in a cup competition, but hopefully not.
It was a journalistic joy to chart the terminal Downfall of Rangers (1872), and I’m delighted to have been able to write their obituary.
The original club to play at Ibrox was a gathering point for the worst elements of Scottish society in the 20th century.
They also provide a cultural reference point for Loyalism on this island.
In the back of the book, there is a postscript about what lay ahead for the new club created by Charles Green.
It is fair to say now that Charles of Normandy was a man with a plan and it has worked pretty much perfectly for him.
The gullibility of The People was crucial to his stunning success.
He enriched himself and his colleagues by issuing soothing shibboleths to a fascist mob.
A few of the Ibrox faithful are now starting to have doubts about the ability of the New Regime to bankroll the re-building of the next phase of ‘the journey’.
Now would be a really good time for the chaps at the top of the Marble Staircase to reveal The Grand Plan.
That is if they have one.
Certainly in this Presser Mr King and his colleague Paul Murray did not appear to be that assured even with the gentle questioning of the respectful Stenographers.
Today I’m happy in the knowledge that Sevco are in their rightful place.
However, I hope that no one in an authority positon within Scottish football is currently looking for an escape route for them.