St Mirren’s ground is nice and handy for Glasgow Airport.
You couldn’t have blamed Giovanni van Bronckhorst if Rangers’ manager had taken advantage of that close proximity, and a lunch-time kick-off, to flee the country at high speed once the final whistle had signalled more dropped points yesterday. The man has been through enough from a variety of sources – myself included – to have earned a period of rest and recreation with his family in the Netherlands.
Gio has been the subject of psychoanalysis, psychobabble, amateur psychology and a DIY study of his personal body language in recent days. If you fold your arms and look downward when you’re standing on the touchline during matches you’ve all but chucked it in the mind, apparently. If van Bronckhorst had turned on his radio the other night he’d have heard a Rangers supporter call in and refer to him as “Giovanni Le Guen” – a reference to another Ibrox manager whose approval rating plummeted under the weight of public disdain.
