Memories # 2

Sports journalism these days is no longer a craft.

It’s lazy, predictable, and repetitive Esctosh-style clickbait fake news.

Hark back to when reporting was both professional and accurate.

As shown in the report of the Ibrox OF game in 1924 from the

Glasgow Observer.

Sad to think of the demise of a once proud prefession.


<< “On the Rangers terracing on Saturday there was congregated a gang, thousands strong, including the dregs and scourings of filthy slumdom, unwashed yahoos, jailbirds nighthawks, won't works, burro-barnacles, and pavement pirates. All, or nearly all, in the scarecrow stage of verminous trampdom. This ragged army of insanitary pests was lavishly provided with orange and blue remnants. Practically without cessation, the vagabond low lifes kept up a strident howl of the "Boyne Water" chorus. Nothing so bestially ignorant has ever been witnessed, even in the wildest exhibitions of Glasgow Orange bigotry.

These complaints do not apply to the Celtic supporters, reasonable sentient human beings, who are models of decorum and possess official testimonials to their blameless behaviour. They are fond of singing, and to this no-one can reasonably object. On Saturday, the boys sang to their heart's content. They gave us so many rousing choruses. "Hail Glorious St. Patrick", "God Save Ireland", "Slievenamon", and "The Soldier's Song". When Cassidy's goal made victory sure, it was fine to hear the massed thousands at the western end of the Ibrox oval chanting thunderously "On Erin's Green Valleys'." >>