My fellow sheep, The Daily Record’s James Traynor says that non-Rangers fans should stop kicking the club whilst they’re down. Should we? He could be right, I don’t know. James Traynor is not a stupid man, right enough, but he’s certainly not a clever man, either – not in the classical “I can think quickly and (more importantly) honestly and have no fear whatsoever of being wrong” kind of way, in any event. In many ways, he might be seen as the epitome of all that is wrong in Scottish football journalism: smug, self-satisfied, disappointingly inarticulate, intellectually lazy, maybe struggles with pure logic, tribal, prickly, fixated on all things Glasgow, prone to viewing himself in quite magnificent terms. He’s a paid-up member of the grubby, thick-fingered, poorly educated boys' club that has a hold over Scottish football journalism. Without integrity, he recently said, journalists are as nothing. By his own terms, then, he is very probably nothing. And not only is he nothing, he’s unremittingly bad at being nothing. To steal a quote: the louder he talked of his honour, the faster we counted our spoons. Anyway…... Wild ravers like David Leggat, a disintegrating shambles of a man around whom only the most socially inadequate may usefully gather and cohere, finding a useful idiot to breathe life into their least impressive thoughts and prejudices; threatened boycotts and marches; lashing out at everyone but themselves, widely oblivious, it would seem, to the urgent moral necessity of the anger and punishments heading their way. There is a petulance and self-pity to this type of defiance that reeks of a knee-jerk (intellectual) immaturity. These are not good minds and we are all made that little bit more stupid by listening to such gruesomely self-indulgent outbursts. But should we keep on hitting them as they fall? It’s tempting, of course, and would be very richly deserved, but it may also be rather inelegant. I mean, this is a meltdown, an implosion, a shatteringly unstylish descent and it seems inevitable that Rangers will fall limp to the canvas, quite broken. We can maybe allow ourselves to simply stand back and watch, satisfied that a knockout blow has already been delivered. It’s like the punch Ali never gave Foreman as he was heading south towards the floor in their epic Rumble in the Jungle. Pure class. Battered and concussed, Rangers are flailing and drunkenly lashing out and the only way from here may be down. And all of it, every last cutting wound is entirely self-inflicted. Why bother trying to hurt them when they’re doing a fine job of it all by themselves? Why muddy our boots in their blood? The harder you gloat, the sweeter you make it for your victims when they eventually pick themselves off the floor and punch your lights out. As they will. Eventually. Given time. And so, for possibly the first time in my life, I’m probably more or less with James Traynor on this one, although not for any reasons he would particularly like and I’ve never once laid the boot in to Rangers, anyway - Craig Whyte doesn't count. I’d like Rangers to be thoroughly brutalised for their misdemeanours and I’d like them to survive and then come back stronger (and with a greater sense of social and sporting responsibilities).* These feelings are mutually compatible and release me from the tiring obligation to mock, gloat or torment. Besides, I have no real idea if Aberdeen have always played strictly by the rules. Do you? *Although my first (dream sequence) preference is for all the other clubs to derogate from any and all articles binding them to the SPL, SFL, SFA etc and start again without Celtic and Rangers. This is the best chance we’ll ever get and it ought to at least be tried. Barring oblivion, what’s the worst that could happen?