Celtic And Samaras Just Need Love

Some companies pay a fortune for washed-up-stoned-kaftan-wearing-beetle-van-driving-Jefferson-Airplane-listening-acid-casualty to come into their offices tagged: “Lifestyle Guru” to spread love, happiness, good will and yoga.

Just give me Efrain Juarez on a green pitch and in a green and white strip and I’m as happy as any hippy who has just found a stash of Moroccan and full tube of Pringles.

Or giving teams a good cuffing to a constant up tempo drum beat will also do.

Us Celtic fans are simple sorts. We just look for something to love. It has been known for us to send Valentine cards to ourselves when we have no one else. Neil Lennon’s Celtic will maybe make us forgo that need next year.

For most of the last 3 and a bit seasons I have left Celtic Park with a rage only comparable to when I catch that Halifax advert when they pretend to be radio dj’s. I always hope that when they are playing “Connected” by the Stereo Mc’s that it’s some sick irony and that the participants did get connected to a hosepipe, which was connected to a Ford Mondeo.

Yesterday, I didn’t have that. I didn’t even have the urge to gouge myself in regurgitated chip fat from the ‘vans’ outside the ground. I was happy.

Four different goal scorers, none of them strikers. The opening goal from a player playing out of position at left back. The second from a rejuvenated hobbit who seems have grown since being asked not baby sit Charlie Mulgrew who has disappeared from view. The third from a ‘product’ from Lennoxtown and the fourth from a ‘project’.

The team have embraced a new fangled ‘pass and move’ ethos which was seemingly invented during the summer. Scott Brown looks to have been studying this closely. Brown doesn’t come across as the most intelligent of guys. Yesterday, his pass for Fortune to set up the second goal was so intelligent Channel 4 recommissioned Fifteen to One.

The touchline was a tale of ‘Twa Lennon’s’. St Middens, Danny, looked as if he had been dragged away from his kids Christening to manage the local Sunday League side. If no-one had told me, I would have guessed they were made up of journeymen and lower league post boxes.

Our Neil was ready for action in his tracksuit. He contested every decision. Even the ones that went for us. Lennon gave no indication in 8 games last season that he would implement the style promised by Mowbray. In fact my worry was we would see the return to the pragmatic.

He has also done the unthinkable. While Samaras will always be as annoying as your garden gate blowing in a gale force wind he seems to be suiting the new lone role. Maybe he is looking around and seeing players that can create. He’s no longer feeling the burden that he only had the ability to produce the special game changing moment in the team.

In light of no-one else being suitable, I’m willing to love him for the time being. He’s a lot like us. I hear that he sends his full length bedroom mirror a valentine card.