These Rangers weeks had me eating raw meat but they must forget the glamour and bang the door down – Barry Ferguson

What's that old saying again, one swallow doesn’t make a summer?

Well, one 6-0 win over Kilmarnock isn’t going to guarantee that things are about to warm up over the winter period at Ibrox. With my old club currently shivering 11 points adrift at the top of the table, I’m not daft enough to suggest otherwise. But what I would say is that, over the last week or so, there have been signs of genuine encouragement for Phillipe Clement and his players.

It’s one step at a time right now for this team given the difficulties they’ve had since the season got up and running way back in August. But a brilliant European result in Nice, a sleeves rolled up win in Perth and Wednesday night’s second half demolition job of Killie just might help repair the damage which has been done to the confidence levels around Clement’s dressing room. And not a minute too soon, given what is just around the next corner of this campaign.

I used to live for weeks like the one Rangers are just about to begin. The thought of facing Spurs at Ibrox and then a cup final against Celtic at Hampden would have me eating raw meat in anticipation. These big games on the biggest stages are what representing Rangers is all about.

But right now I wouldn’t be giving those games a second thought. Forget about Big Ange and Brendan – what’s in my mind for the next 24 hours is driving up that road and facing Don Cowie’s crew in Dingwall. It’ll probably be snowing. There’s half a chance they’ll shut the gates on the motorway on the way up. It’ll be freezing and blowing a gale tomorrow in the Highlands.

It probably doesn’t get any less glamorous than this. But, now that Rangers are starting to get a bit of momentum for the first time in ages, this next 90 minutes means