THOSE WHOM THE GODS WISH TO DESTROY…
They first make mad. That’s generally attributed to Longfellow,in The Masque of Pia Zadora. And I know what he meant,cos I’m mad as hell,and the worst thing is,I can do sod all about it,just sit back and watch the car crash unfold.
I’m in no doubt that we have a tremendous football manager in Brendan Rodgers. His record shows that,in various divisions from lower league to damn near winning the big one in England. The EPL,a trophy Liverpool have never won,though they dominated the last 20 years of its predecessor.
He may well have gone one better the following season had his board not sanctioned the sale of his strike force of Suarez and Sterling,while Sturridge barely kicked a ball through injury.
I’d argue that taking Swansea to the EPL was pretty high on his personal satisfaction list,and a highlight of his career and CV.
Of course,that’s BR,BC. Brendan Rodgers,Before Celtic. He’s had successive trebles since then-including an Invincible Season. Both achievements are unique,I believe. He’s put us into the CL group stages twice,with the c£30m that brings each year when you add it all up-admittedly we got a right doing,but the whole idea is to get the money,use it to improve the team so as to avoid that over time.
Isn’t it? Well,of course it is. What else would a football club do with a windfall like that? It must be about 25 years since Manchester United signed Andy Cole from Newcastle United for the eye-watering sum of £7m. Alex Ferguson got roasted in the press,really torn to shreds. And then he pointed out to the scribes the realities of commercial life as a football club.
When you make profits,you pay tax on them. He had bought Andy Cole for £7m,money which otherwise would largely have gone to The Treasury.
We’ve got £30m plus in the bank,and that’s before we add in the money Lyon paid for Moussa Dembele. It’s gonna come in handy to pay for all those banners to hide the empty seats in the upper tier,same as the last time Lawwell tried to take the manager and the fans for wuckfits.
I thought he’d been put back in his box after that fiasco,told to stick to his remit,his strengths. Naw,seems some well meaning person,come PL birthday time thought-what do you get the man who has everything? Penicillin or Football Manager 2019?
Aw,Pete will love it,he can play out his fantasies.
Aye. And he is. The fantasy that the last transfer window was a roaring success for the club. For the PLC,well,that’s a different matter. Ffs,how much money do we need in the bank? Well,plenty-cos we’ll be using it to fund the shortfalls on income that come with footballing failure.
Now,this is where I might surprise one or two of you. I don’t think our current malaise is entirely down to PL. I believe that some of it is down to the players not performing as they should-even though if PL had been doing his job properly,these players would be nowhere near the club. They are still highly paid,better than most facing them every week,and are playing like a bunchapussies. They should be embarrassed every time they pick up a paycheck,betcha few of them watch a recording of their performance every game.
I also don’t think that the tactics and formation are helping,but as my wee cousin once said-wee basturt caused me to choke on my Guinness-you can only pish wi the cock you’ve got. I don’t think Brendan believes he has had the backing he deserves,and the fact that he is still using largely Ronny Deila era players suggests to me that not many of the signings since have been requested by him.
And this is why I pulled my rant that I had planned to post on Tuesday. Because we all know there are problems,we might disagree on the minutiae of it,but we will never agree on the solution. Because there IS no solution,not one that we as Celtic supporters can have any input to. Those who matter don’t care,and those who care don’t matter
But that has pretty much always been the case,bar Celts For Change,etc. Not The View satirised it,I doubt they could satirise this.
A defence that give us palpitations,a midfield who have taken the definition too seriously and just stroke the ball to and fro across the midfield,and a non-existent forward line.
Aye. Mad as hell. And scunnered anaw.
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