Cooper 11
Well-Known Member
I shed a tear tonight, and dread to think the state I’ll be in when everything is signed, sealed and delivered whether that is this weekend or a few weeks later.
Ten years of emotion finally reIeased.
In 2011, I was in tears of disbelief as we watched the first seven minutes unfold at Rugby Park. I remember falling to the floor and turning to my mate after big Kyle hit the third shouting “Pinch me! Pinch me! I must be dreaming?” Little did we know about what was around the corner.
As Rangers fans we’ve suffered over the last ten years. You don’t need me to go over old ground of the absolute shit show we’ve endured. But to appreciate where we stand today, we do need to reflect on what we’ve come through.
I grew up during nine in a row and was accustomed to success. My dad on the other hand spent his watching the Tim’s doing theirs and warned me it wouldn’t always be like the ‘90’s. One of his favourite memories being the first league win since he was a boy. The day at Easter Road when Colin Stein scored and Sandy Jardine came off in the dying seconds so the injured John Grieg could be on the field when the referee blew for time up.
Tonight though, I was thinking about how my life has changed personally since 2011. My life, like many, looked very different the last time we tasted success. For me, the biggest thing would be getting married a few years ago. For others, it might be the first time we get to share our success with a son, daughter or a grandchild and explaining what all this means. Others may turn their thoughts to those no longer with us and raise a glass to absent friends.
My wife is Canadian and is completely oblivious as to the extent of the celebrations about to unfold. She’s really never had much interest in football, but over the last few weeks I’ve been prepping her. (Mostly so she doesn’t get pissed off at me when I disappear on a week long piss-up). However now she’s taking much more of an interest, asking about the next game, how many more points are needed, if Tav will be fit etc? Tonight I played the excellent ‘Believe’ video from Helipcopter Sunday for her and explained the significance of why that was such a special day for us. By the end of it, I had something in my eye, just thinking about the great days we’ve all shared before and since, what we’ve come through, what the Rangers mean to all of us.
We stand on the cusp of something amazing and don’t we deserve it. Sentimental pish maybe, but that is the power of our great club. Let us never take it for granted.
We are the fücking people
Ten years of emotion finally reIeased.
In 2011, I was in tears of disbelief as we watched the first seven minutes unfold at Rugby Park. I remember falling to the floor and turning to my mate after big Kyle hit the third shouting “Pinch me! Pinch me! I must be dreaming?” Little did we know about what was around the corner.
As Rangers fans we’ve suffered over the last ten years. You don’t need me to go over old ground of the absolute shit show we’ve endured. But to appreciate where we stand today, we do need to reflect on what we’ve come through.
I grew up during nine in a row and was accustomed to success. My dad on the other hand spent his watching the Tim’s doing theirs and warned me it wouldn’t always be like the ‘90’s. One of his favourite memories being the first league win since he was a boy. The day at Easter Road when Colin Stein scored and Sandy Jardine came off in the dying seconds so the injured John Grieg could be on the field when the referee blew for time up.
Tonight though, I was thinking about how my life has changed personally since 2011. My life, like many, looked very different the last time we tasted success. For me, the biggest thing would be getting married a few years ago. For others, it might be the first time we get to share our success with a son, daughter or a grandchild and explaining what all this means. Others may turn their thoughts to those no longer with us and raise a glass to absent friends.
My wife is Canadian and is completely oblivious as to the extent of the celebrations about to unfold. She’s really never had much interest in football, but over the last few weeks I’ve been prepping her. (Mostly so she doesn’t get pissed off at me when I disappear on a week long piss-up). However now she’s taking much more of an interest, asking about the next game, how many more points are needed, if Tav will be fit etc? Tonight I played the excellent ‘Believe’ video from Helipcopter Sunday for her and explained the significance of why that was such a special day for us. By the end of it, I had something in my eye, just thinking about the great days we’ve all shared before and since, what we’ve come through, what the Rangers mean to all of us.
We stand on the cusp of something amazing and don’t we deserve it. Sentimental pish maybe, but that is the power of our great club. Let us never take it for granted.
We are the fücking people