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Stuart Baxter, Mary Poppins and IPhones.

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The Diary is looking out his Primark beach trunks

Another day and it’s becoming clearer. Well, clearer than it’s been. We are a special club- with special needs – so we do require a comforting bosom, sometimes,  when we attempt hare brain schemes that require much understanding and love when explaining them to us simpletons.

So it’s nice to feel that love in the room today.

A headline tells us that “Stuart Baxter has 48 hours to convince Finnish FA of Celtic Jobshare Proposal” while trying very hard not to sound like the main job holder is having childcare issues and needs help.

We are reassured that “Lennon would have the final say on signings, tactics and team selection. He would be the manager.” declared something sounding as close to a club statement without being a club statement. Baxter is the “advisory” “senior voice” in the coaching kindergarten we are establishing of Lennon, Mjallby, Thompson and Garry Parker.

It seems like a woolly role for a retired civil servant. Something to stop him becoming a daytime Tv junkie who thinks David Dickinson is a cool bloke. Not a Director Of Football, that would step too much on our CEO’s toes, not a manager but a Mary Poppins there to sprinkle sugar and dance with Dick Van Dyke in a cockney stylee across the roof tops when we lose to Motherwell.

Baxter himself is said to “understand the concerns and uncertainty about what would be an untried and unorthodox arrange”  and worries that “people will ask what the hell is he doing there” like I ask that small Irish person everyday at the bottom of my garden. He says that he is the Director Of Weeds. The weather manages them he tells me.

I don’t see the point of him the buggers will still grow if he was or wasn’t there.

Still, with all this love their needs to be haters. “the man from Lurgan will agree to work with Finland boss Stuart Baxter, the man the club have hand picked as his managerial mentor.”

See what they did there? I hope they drop their IPhone down the toilet after a particularly vicious bout of curry’s revenge.

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