2 cheeks of the same arse
Last night we got another dead rubber out of the way, only this one resulted in an actual victory and that rarest of events, a clean sheet, however a better team would have breached the sieve.
Its a bit of a new look sieve actually with a proper fullbacks, plus an actual defender to slot in alongside our best defender this season, who is originally a midfielder but also not a bad right back at all.
The four rounded out by goalkeeper Bain, who looks to have the jersey until seasons end or maybe until the expected blooper, which Murphy’s law states will happen in the possibly title deciding derby game due end of March.
4 goals were scored with summer flop Ajeti bulging the oul onion bag as well as our Captain with no red card were issued.
Theres really no need to say anything else regarding the game, which I didn’t watch having zero interest and judging by not one email for a free VST pass, I wasn’t the only one. I have already found it extremely hard to garner interest in football during these empty stadium times, with artificial noise only going so far, that empty feeling only compounded by our woes on and off the pitch. Banners are no substitute for fans we can firmly say once and for all.
Unfortunately the season from hell is looking likely to be fully played out, at this juncture most would opt for early curtailment and subsequent awarding the title to the worthy champions I believe. Securing second and keeping the gap under twenty one points wont tempt every Tim out there to tune in that’s for sure, which hopefully helps foster the determination to remove those responsible for our current mess.
From hoping to witness history, to wishing it was just all over in the space of six months is quite a swing.
So is Invincibles to Want-always in two years, but dont worry we are a Champions League club according to our highest ever paid employee, a man who Dermot incredibly pleaded with to stay in situ showing ust how severe the disconnect has become.
The football is actually talking a second seat to the off field events now, something that would have been hard to believe a short while ago. After the most embarrassing capitulation in the national sports history, all that remains now is to get the cup and manager out of the way before this years big battle commences.
The battle of the Season Books.
Fan versus board, support versus PLC, Celtic lovers versus Old Firm lovers, it’s the big one that actually needs to happen if truth be told. Once and for all we deserve to find out if this really is a club like no other, more than a club, or simply a vehicle for the upper class to take our passion and spending money under false pretenses.
Speaking of false pretenses, when all of us are getting the number 55 rammed down our throats all summer long, how about the club, or the company, ensure they prominently advertise we are Scotland’s most successful club everywhere at the same time, placing the onus on what Uefa’s Andrea Traverso appropriately referred to as the ‘new club’ to challenge our claim?
Of course having just lost the title we will be called sore losers, but when exactly is the correct time to point out it’s not 55 except when it is claimed?
That’s what good Celtic men would do, speak the truth and darn the hare we care, but then again having sold the soul of the club for ‘ten million a year’ the very last thing those who have went out of their way to foster the dreaded Old Firm relationship will do is broadcast information that may harm the partnership.
In their eyes Old Firm fans are simply wallets and two cheeks of the same arse.
Funny enough that’s exactly what I think of Dermot and Peter.