We've been hearing rumours for weeks now that Paul Le Guen and Barry Ferguson don't get on. At first we'd heard it was over language - Le Guen insists on speaking proper English and Barry can't understand it.

But, at the weekend, the story broke that the alleged breakdown in the relationship is over the importance - or not - of the role of captain.

While Barry sees it as an honour to captain Rangers, Le Boss sees it as no more than a token title, a fancy name for coin-tosser. Another example of the Monsoor not quite grasping the intricacies of the Scottish game?

We've heard a Le Guen half-time team talk is of the 'arm-around-the-player-wise-words-softly-spoken' variety, while Barry's is more from the traditional Scottish school of greetin-faced, in-yer-face inspirational oratory which Le Gaffeur doesn't like.

Now, there's no way Le Guen would sell his best player, it's not the French way. No, but waking up in some Foreign Legion outpost in a remote part of North Africa - according to films we've seen - is ... so, Barry, watch your back.

We heard Gers fans say they had nae luck on Sunday. Aye, because they used up a month's worth getting Hapoel Tel Aviv in the Uefa Cup - what more do they want?