Daily Ranger, Last gasp fiasco.
Barry Straws gives his 578th rousing call to his team.
“IF IT’S ME IN THAT DRESSING ROOM”
“If it’s me in that dressing room, I’m going in with an axe and two bazooka’s and I’m reminding everyone in there, what it means. I have been in dressing rooms where people would be battered for smiling. This group of players, equally as good as Celtic, ok results, performance levels, and finishing 8 points behind, may seem like I’m clutching, but that’s me. Take it or leave it. I would rather climb Everest dragging a washing machine than think rationally. Whatever that means. So, come on Rangers, kick a few doors, shout, wave your arms about, tell each other what it means. Then go out on that park filked with passion and run about looking really angry. It worked for me. Maybe stringing a few passes together will help, but, remember, be angry. Technique, ability, fitness, all come behind being angry. If it’s me in that dressing room, they are going onto that pitch with black eyes and carrying chibs. The rangers way.