Oh, the banter years.

I remember about six months ago some media outlets tried to close the book on the banter years by summarising its highs and lows – the naivety shown once Pedro Caixinha’s came rocking into town with his canine’s and portable housing was a joy to behold.

What is the banter years?

For those not familiar with the term, it’s basically what Scottish Football fans call the attempts by the new Rangers to act like a big important club while continually falling on their face while they muffled and distorted cries of ‘We are the peepel’ ring out.

Today, a new chapter was written when the media and the Newco board failed to lure a ‘Ranjurs man’ to the hot seat.

The fascinating thing about the banter years is so many ‘Ranjurs men’ sell the fans down the river and another one was at it today when Kris Boyd’s column categorically stated that McInnes was hours away from being the Ibrox gaffer.

Like so many Brown Broguer’s before him, he’s made a complete and utter idiot of himself and the support.

The hyperbole surrounding this non-appointment has really been quite astonishing.

Tonight, the Gers fans were huddled (probably not the best word to use) around their TV waiting for the Sky Sports Breaking News to appear that they had a manager after SIX weeks only for the exact opposite to happen.

The banter years are just too good to us, no wonder we’re all obsessed.

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