It's getting difficult not to feel some sympathy for Michael Beale, even if the Londoner wouldn’t wish to be patronised or viewed as some sort of hard luck story.
He’s landed his dream gig after all and - despite obvious, justifiable concerns over his lack of experience - all the early indications suggest he’s actually pretty good at being the manager of Rangers. The problem is, Beale’s long term job security might not be determined by the standard of his own work. On the contrary, and entirely unfairly, his career prospects are likely to be defined by the competence of others. Or, in some cases, the lack thereof.
It is a matter of monumental misfortune, for example, that he finds himself returning to Glasgow at a moment in time when a miracle worker has arrived on the other side of town all the way from the opposite end of the planet. And unless he can find a way of outmanoeuvring Ange Postecoglou in the Scottish Cup semi final at the end of this month, Beale will begin next season with his managerial jacket already on a shaky peg.
