The Diary ponders if Adam Boulton would have been better chairing it. I agree with Nick anyway…..
Of course it was going to be disappointing. Since The Diary wasn’t there either it was to gauge the sincerity of the answers and if the whites of their eyes speak more than a thousand words or looked like men who had just seen: “Zulu’s. Thousands of them”
The lack of powerpoints, flipcharts and motivational promos was always going to disappoint. The answers off course were always going to be the major disappointment. We are dealing with two guys who are comfortable in this environment as they would be on the pitch or counting money.
Jam with your waffle?
So where are we? Well….we seem as far away from appointing a manager as we were at the end of the season. “A week to ten days” was Lawwells take and that the “selection process was taking longer than expected”. How long does it take to appoint the man sitting next to you?
After some rabble rousing state of the nation type question or speech that ended with Lawwell being told to “appoint Neil Lennon now” Lawwell answered “listen, when I said earlier nobody recognises Neil Lennon’s candidacy more than me. Bear with us. It will be worth the wait” in a sort of mystical way that if the party line hadn’t been so bland and the whole process so boring might have got us slightly sweaty under the arm pits.
No-one wanted to sponsor us.
Despite going around the world with a begging bowl, spouting the fairytale of Celtic; The Chemical Piss were the only ones to offer us a deal. “It was not our preference to have joint sponsor. In this particular Market there is not a lot around. We have been round the world and have taken Celtic to marketing experts there. We took the Celtic story around the world. Our charity our history our underdog status. Nobody was able to come up with a deal. We went round the world and had to come back to duke street. We were offer joint deal. So we have a question to answer – do we take the money? We need the money. So we take the deal.”
We are skint.
The fact that we are skint or prudent was also highlighted when it came to budgets. “We can do no more than spend what we earn.” and “Got to have money to spend it”.
It’s like being smothered by a blanket. It’s a slow painful death not helped by the board flaffing around like maggots that have fell out a bait box. It’s all fine and well having these non-descript roadshows but surely actions rather and words are now called for?
The Diary was sent this e-mail, sums it up.
We are getting to the same stage as the H*ns were a few years back.. The good couple of champions league runs kept our heads above water.. Now that’s gone we are struggling big time….more down sizing to come its inevitable…that’s not being critical, its reality of a bankrupt Scottish game.
There was nothing in this road show to dispel that notion. R*ngers spent money they didn’t have to win 2 in a row and on both occasions we helped them on the way. We won’t spend cash that we don’t have.
So, really was this rosdshow was one great big begging bowl without Lawwell singing Beatles songs on a battered acoustic guitar. It might have been more impressive if he had.
