Let The King Keep His Crown. Larsson Does Not Belong In The Parkhead Dugout … Yet.
Henrik Larsson is the greatest footballer I’ve ever seen play at Celtic. Not for nothing was he named one of the greatest ever to play for the club. It was an honour and a privilege growing up watching him do his stuff in the Hoops.
My memories of Henrik are warm, happy ones, lots of them, enough that when I did my top ten goals against Rangers piece I included three from the King.
I would rather keep those happy memories as they are.
The King of Kings lacks the managerial pedigree for this job; it’s that simple.
His time as a boss has offered no evidence whatsoever that he has the skill-set to take us forward as a club once more. To appoint him would be to risk tarnishing one of the iconic figures in the history of Celtic, because he’s simply not up to it as things stand.
That might change. Henrik is a young guy, with a lot of time to learn his trade and earn his stripes. He’s not at a major club, but if he graduates to that level I suspect he’ll offer something to the game. Then, and only then, would the time be right to bring him home.
This one worries me, because it has a deadly attraction for some people.
I fear many of them would be quite willing to overlook the glaring problems with this scenario in order to have a guy we recognise and respect in the manager’s job. But these things never work out well. You only have to look across the city to see how McCoist fared to know that.
Imagine us having to show Henrik the door? Jesus.
Too horrible to contemplate sober.