Who Deserves McFaddens Egg On Their Face?
Two blogs in one day but unlike that Commissionaire feeding his dinner guest with expensive chocolates I am not spoiling you. In fact I’m probably trying to salvage my creditability (sic) after a severe beating I took for posting a rumour about a player.
I fully expect my house door to be broken down at any moment by gun wielding Cyberpolis and me to be lead away, electrodes put on my nipples and forced to read thousands of why-so-serious articles via a massive Kindle while German hardcore techno is played at ear-splitting volume.
For some, I’m sure they pay for that pleasure.
Anyway, the AGM was the usual wind and pi$h. A non-existent major shareholder is no longer a surprise, our out-going chairmen slithering hallow words passes as the norm but our CEO feigning feelings for a doomed game after years of self preservation was an act worthy of a BAFTA.
Still, all of the above was surpassed by the ‘revelation‘ that we were in ‘advanced talks‘ for the Tin Can Army’s fallen darling James McFadden in a view to sign him on a ‘lucrative deal‘ a few days before the AGM.
It was as sad as it was predictable. The knawing thing is that we are deemed as intelligent as a goldfish eating it’s own $hit by those who see us as only customer numbers.
The leak and the offer to take the player on trial was laughable an almost admittance that they weren’t really trying to sign him at all. I would laugh if it wasn’t so tragic.
It’s the Spud in the Trainspotting interview syndrome, a scene that is seemed to be replayed every transfer window, where as our hero gets up to attend the interview he is warned: “Dinnae try too hard you might get the joab”.
In Celtic’s case it seems: “Dinnae try to hard you may get the player.” (Whom I may add I didn’t actually fancy).
In this occasion I think the question should be did Lennon want them to try harder to get the player? If the answer was yes, then we are in bother, if the answer was no then surely those puppet strings are cutting off the circulation now and we are still in bother.
