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No news on Michael O'Halloran and Toumani Diagouraga
Everybody was expecting something yesterday, but all today's papers are saying is that talks are ongoing. Even some form of confirmation today would be a pleasant surprise. This one's dragging like yer da when yer maw's away at the bingo. Keep up to date by following our Rangers Transfer News hub.
Barrie McKay hails Mr Warburton
Barrie McKay has claimed that he wasn't wanted under Coisty. Folk seem to have forgotten that the loan now being retold as a great sign of how time away from the club can help youth prospects was somewhat sullied by the thoughts of many Rovers fans that while McKay was obviously a talented youngster, he was also "the worst player to ever put on the shirt" and "absolute shite." It's unlikely a feat like this, someone going from a total basket case to our most effective player in the space of a few months, is going to be repeated. God bless Mr Warburton, because few other people would've given him the chance. We might get an update today on his contract, by the way, so stay tuned.
Crystal Palace chasing mystery transfer target
Apparently Crystal Palace, a team of considerable diddiness and unimaginable wealth, because that's the way the world works the day and you've got to put up with it, are apparently tracking a mystery SPFL striker. Is it Martyn Waghorn? Is it Leigh Griffiths? Forget that. The Palace chairman, Steve Parish, had a look (eh?) only to be told by his head scout "yes, he's ripped it up there, but there have been a lot of players who have ripped it up in that league who haven't done great here." Brilliant. That's the kind of expert insight £70m a year buys you. If our beloved Union has taught us one thing, it's that England is shite at everything unless they get Glaswegians to run it. No wonder the league's been pish since heroes like Alex Ferguson, David Moyes and Steve Kean left.
Trump threatens to abandon Scotland as UK debates banning him
Because we very much want to lend the website the feel of your local lodge meeting, GTBFO does not express any political opinions. GTBFO has, however, witnessed Trump's latest escapades, and noticed that everything terrible and brilliant about America are hand-me-downs from our own part of the world. Trump is of Scottish descent, but so was Neil Armstrong. We gave them fried chicken and much of the richness of Southern cuisine, but also lumbered them with McDonalds and Taco Bell. We apparently invented Gospel Music, fundamental to the formation of popular music in America, but nobody seems to mention that if that creates Bruce Springsteen then it also creates Rush. We founded the U.S. Navy, but then also founded the Imperial Japanese one to give them something to do. We gave them Alexander Hamilton, Ulysses S. Grant and Theodore Roosevelt, but also Ronald Reagan.
What we're getting at is - if Trump actually wins this thing, we're going to have to come up with someone pretty spectacular to give them to balance it out, and we're not exactly churning out the great statesmen, visionaries and warrior-poets like we once did. The closest thing we have now is probably that three vodka and cokes guy, and we probably can't even risk losing him.