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You Know What? The English Media Muppets Durham And Jordan Are Perfect Advocates For Sevco.

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I got an email this morning, containing the latest goon-like tweets from celebrity yahoo Simon Jordan, to go with the latest garbage from Adrian Durham.

The accompanying message said “It looks like the inmates are rattling their bars again.” I couldn’t have agreed more.

These guys filled my Newsnow timeline until recently, until I remembered that as a registered user I have an option on there which lets me “Hide” certain publications from appearing on it.

The second I remembered that it was goodbye to the click-bait repositories of “Football Insider” and “Talking Baws” … one a blatant lie of a name and the other truer than its writers will ever dare to admit.

And so peace and quiet at last.

Except for that email.

But I’m grateful for that email nonetheless.

I am not going to comment on Jordan or Durham and their continuing attacks on Celtic, which are snide but so spectacularly overblown and clownish that it’s impossible to take them even remotely seriously.

These people redefine what it means to be moronic.

They elevate the art to heights of grandeur seldom seen outside of professional politics.

No, what I find fascinating from these two, and from others down there, is their belief in the omnipotence and greatness of the Ibrox organisation.

Yes, that one. The one that’s scrambling around for third place, pulling up the sofa cushions for spare charge and is run by a convicted crook who’s trying to cobble together the funds for a share offer after being ordered to by a tribunal.

These guys appear to drag a lot of my fellow Celtic fans into arguments about the status of our club; I am not interested in that at all.

But this Ibrox thing … well, in my view we should welcome that.

It’s perfectly fitting for such men to be interested in Sevco, and to go to the bat for the honour and reputation of a club that’s reaching upwards for the gutter.

In many ways, they are its perfect advocates.

First you have Durham, an embarrassment of a man who thought Mark Warburton was a future England manager, thinks Keith Jackson is an actual journalist and who gets all his information on the Scottish game out of The Daily Record.

Can you think of a better person to be banging their drum like a wild man?

Actually yes, Simon Jordan is.

This is a self-promoting tosser, a failed businessman and former bankrupt who brought a football club to its knees.

He’s just the kind of poster boy who should be associated with a career criminal running his a footballing club into the ground, and one that’s been given a royal using by every dodgy geezer out there and which crawled out of the grave of a former one.

So we have the stupdendously ignorant and uniformed, and a colossally discredited joker with a history of financial wreckage behind him; these guys are the textbook cheerleaders for an organisation up to its knees in blood, shit and tears.

I refuse to get angry about their continuing highlighting of Glasgow’s premier football club and the shambling wreck of its so-called rival.

For a start, it has other people, more informed people, more credible people, looking at the matter in more detail than they normally would and it has generated plenty of copy about how massive an isntitution Celtic is … and what a disaster area lies in the west of the city.

On top of that, you can tell a lot about the quality of the message from the person who’s delivering it, and their association with Sevco and their constant promotion of its greatness actually doesn’t cast that club in a very good light. It’s more like the shadowy glow of a single lampost partially illuminating a sick filled alley behind a dingy boozer where there’s a long haired geezer in a trench coat who can sell you anything as long as you have the readies.

They aren’t people you’d send to promote a positive, upstanding image; they are the pox ridden strip-o-gram you’d hire for your mate, with the last of the kitty from the stag-night, the one everyone hides from getting a photo taken with.

No wonder a lot of the Sevco fans love this pair; they crawled, drunk, right out of Central Casting as far as that mob are concerned.

I say more power to their pens.

They’re doing a grand job.

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