My mate Mike is a rubbish golfer. He can’t hit a driver to save himself but he’s solid with a 7 iron. Plop, plop , plop goes each shot, down the middle, sinks the putt and it’s a par.
It’s real safety officer stuff but it grinds out results.
So, to Rangers.
Their European campaign, although succesful is like playing golf with a 7 iron. Nothing ventured, nothing ventured.
It makes you weep how dull and unimaginative it is. It’s horrific. But hey, the ends might just justify the means.