The Ferguson Factor
Many say that Barry Ferguson embodies everything about Rangers. Raised in Hamilton a Rangers fan, he made his way up through the youth ranks to become Rangers captain at the age of just 22, and he certainly had a lot on his young shoulders. However, 'Bazza' thrived on it, averaging just under a goal every other game in the 02/03 season. He was the darling of our support, the local boy come good, if you will. Meanwhile, Rangers slumped to second place in the league as the downsizing era began. Fast forward to January 2005, and Barry Ferguson returns to his boyhood club, a club he "never truly left." Rangers rally to pip Celtic to the league title on "Helicopter Sunday" and balance in the space/time continuum is, once again, restored. I do not think of players who take the squad down to Newcastle before a match and, against specific orders, have a giant piss up. Most of all, I do not think of players who believe that they are bigger than the club. Among others, he has been at fault with his positioning, running around the pitch like a ned doped up on Buckfast trying to get the ball. He may call it passion, I call it a lack of respect—a lack of respect to the manager, who instructs him where he is supposed to play. Moreover, it shows a lack of respect to his own teammates, barging into their zone of the pitch so he can send another few passes backwards (this isn't rugby, Barry). Perhaps this is influencing the success (or lack of) in the Mendes/Ferguson midfield axis. I would compare him to a king on a chess board, supposedly the most important piece, but in reality, does sod all. He has a negative influence on the club, and, as far as I'm concerned, the sooner he goes, the better. |






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