Gullible Isn’t In The Dictionary
I was criticised in some quarters recently for referring to the ongoing omnishambles that is Scottish football as a pantomime. Those critics have a point,as recent events have seen the pantomime descend into farce.
We still don’t know,of course,what allegations are actually being made by the huns as they demand this,that and the other,but that wasn’t enough to stop Keith Jackson asking Neil Doncaster if losing the confidence of Rangers meant that his position at the head of the SPFL was now untenable. Don’t bother wondering if he would have tabled that question had it been any other club because,after all,nobody else is quite that important.
We have the national broadcaster replying to complaints about the common or garden bigot of the DUP being given a platform for his poison with a standard reply,and one which notified the plaintiff that it was being sent from a no-reply address. Again,don’t bother asking if they would have afforded the same red carpet to a member of Sinn Fein.
We had this yesterday too. Published in the influential and highly respected Forbes Magazine,the writer told the world just how ridiculous Scottish football looked to the outsider. And he didn’t miss and hit the wall!
We also had articles in various other Scottish organs such as The Scotsman,who really should know better-and indeed would,if their journalistic standards hadn’t been so comprehensively downsized in recent years. Some of his peers even make me yearn for the days of Hugh Taylor. Bloody hell,even Leggatt had a better grasp on things than the current lot!
But the zenith-or nadir,depending on how you look at this-of the whole episode has to be the revelation that various hun media sites have been slavering over the findings of their own investigations. That’s right,they do a bit of digging themselves-that’s how they found out about the secret tunnels connecting Celtic Park to The Vatican and Glasgow City Chambers,and it’s no coincidence that the latter was completed in 1888!-and who can forget the famous coup of finding out about our access to state aid to purchase Lennoxtown? These guys know their stuff,and clearly count the descendants of Alan Pinkerton amongst their cadre of top sleuths.
Thanks to them,we now know the reason why Dundee voted in favour of the SPFL proposals. The offer of a lucrative pre-season friendly from Celtic coupled with a large injection of funds in the form of “sponsorship” from former Celtic director Dominic Keane. Difficult to find a more Timmy-sounding name in the absence of a Seamus O’Flaherty or summat,and the hun hounds were soon on the scent,even turning up the e-mails which confirmed the offer.
Frankly,I’m ashamed to be a Celtic supporter,given that we would ever sink to such depths and I’m minded to march on Celtic Park with my pitchfork. The board are lucky that I wouldn’t get very far due to the lockdown. This revelation will be the undoing of Lawwell,and rightly so. It will shake the game to its foundations,and we will never be trusted by anyone again,even under an overdue new regime. With information like this,it is no wonder that Rangers have put their demands in place,and in fact they are to be applauded for it.
I’m just so glad that the big reveal came on the last day of April and not the first. Even the most gullible of the gullibillies might have smelt a rat on that one. Though their fawning over Dave King for five years certainly doesn’t fill me with confidence in that regard. I doubt,if I’m honest,that the Rangers allegations were ever about the contents of this faked e-mail,and if they were then they’ll certainly have been scribbled out rather rapidly,but it matters not.
In difficult times like this,we could all do with a laugh. Aye,the machinations of the huns piss us off a lot,but let’s give them an NHS-style round of applause for cheering us up just when we needed it.
And the Tim who thought of this and went to all the effort involved?
Hail,hail-we salute you!
Above article by BMCUWP. Get your entry in for Article of the Day,folks. Nothing else to do. Mail MAHE