The New Normal?
Tonight sees the return of football to the screens of the Celtic support with sadomasochistic tendencies. The year ended badly for us on and off the pitch,and the new one has,if anything,been worse! We have effectively surrendered our cherished league title,and carelessly abandoned any hold we had on the moral high ground. Our ill-intentioned trip to summer camp saw to that,allowing a rent-a-quote First Minister to put the boot in just at a time when she was under fire herself for breaching covid restrictions,not to mention” irregularities” in her part in the prosecution of her predecessor.
Never give a sucker an even break,but it seems to be the one thing that Celtic still excel at. And it seems that we are happy to play fast and loose with our favours too. Got a problem? That’s fine. Celtic will shoot themselves in the foot again,take the pressure off you. That’s what happens when you don’t have a proper PR representation,as many of us have been warning of for years.
Much of this would matter little,if only our footballing side of things wasn’t such a shambles. And it is. Look at it-who is our first-choice goalkeeper? Does anyone know for sure? Or have implicit trust in the same way that we had for a blissful fourteen years from the arrival of The Holy Goalie? Four goalkeepers,whose combined fees were half of what we paid for the current one,and if I’m honest I would take Artur back even now!
Our star player is playing upfront and we are watching a flowering talent wilt before our eyes. With players of enormous talent-and value!-benched and out the picture,and the only bright spots being previously ignored lads in midfield,both barely out of their teens.
Yet our famously unreliable backline has the biggest problems. Taylor isn’t as rated by most as I think he deserves to be,and that alone must be affecting his confidence. Laxalt is a terrific player,clearly supremely fit,but cannot provide a final ball. Not helped of course,that their forward connection,Mo,doesn’t think football is a team game. Right back is even worse-as we don’t have one! Elhamed doesn’t want to be here,Ralston has as much chance of making it at Celtic as I have,and Frimpers is being used further forward to cover an area criminally exposed by playing James Forrest while he had a stress fracture.
And then there is our central defence. Or Kris Ajer,as it is better known. Another player who would prefer to be elsewhere,and doesn’t even enjoy playing at centre back. In fairness to him,his performances have been excellent despite that. But who do we have to partner him,whether as a two or a three? Bitton,suspended,and not even a good midfielder. Jullien,out for the season. Welch,inexperienced and not up to scratch-yet,at least. And Duffy,who is just the most unlikely bomb scare ever,but sadly that is what he is. So one more injury away from disaster.
And with less than three weeks of the transfer window left-one made more complicated by Brexit,but known about in advance-our footballing department,our recruitment department,are showing no sign of doing their jobs in these vital areas. We have a lame duck manager,yes-but he is in charge of a lame duck football team. And he is controlled,like the rest of the entire company is controlled,by a lame duck director of everything except accepting responsibility. Or delegating it.
Get used to life in the slow lane? We can only dream of such heady days.
Above article by BMCUWP