Well, well, well. The SPFL has responded to Dave King, and they’ve done so with an epic brutality. Their statement, released a short time ago, is written in the corporate speak we’ve all come to be familiar with, but it conveys a message that is crystal clear.
Marking out a clear contrast between their “impeccable” chairman, Murdoch MacLennan, and the shoddy and unprofessional behaviour of the Glib and Shameless Tax Cheat for conducting his witch hunt “through the media” the statement directs King to the legal framework for making a claim of “conflict of interest” via the Companies Act of 2006, and demands that he produces evidence to support his claim. It is a masterpiece of officialesque bitch-slapping.
It also accuses King of contradicting himself over the reasons for making his ludicrous complaint, citing his contention that “a business relationship” existed between MacLennan and Celtic on 29 May before changing tack and claiming his complaint centred on “non-disclosure” the following day; in other words, they’ve said King is making it up as he goes along.
Which of course he is.
The thing is, there’s not a serious person anywhere who would have taken King’s demand at face value. I say that in the full knowledge that Keith Jackson became the first (and so far only) hack to actually lend King his support on this matter, when on Radio Clyde last night he said he thought the crooked Sevco chairman was right to raise this and expressed his surprise that none of the other SPFL clubs had taken issue with them on it.
Jackson is a worm though, and can’t be regarded as a serious person.
His new found love for King is enough to make you vomit, and it’s clearly motivated by a desire on Jackson’s part to rejoin the rest of the salivating press pack, to sit beside Neil Cameron within sight of Gerrard and to compete over which of the two can produce the most drool.
His pitiful attempt to curry some favour with King over this non-issue, presumably so he can position himself at the Gerrard presser tomorrow and try and find a way of clambering up the ex-Liverpool youth coach’s rear end, is about as pathetic as you’ll find outside of those fabulous but squirmy internet clips of Ted Cruz; separated into two segments, the first shows Cruz denouncing Donald Trump during the primaries as a tainted character and notorious liar who can’t be trusted on anything, and the second showing Cruz during the actual election campaign, phone banking for Trump in the most stomach-churning fashion.
To everyone else, King’s ranting looks shameless, opportunistic, hypocritical and even a little bit unhinged. And although I enjoy that he’s finally come around to, and put on the record his love for, the idea of independent inquiries, I enjoyed the SPFL’s slapping him down tonight even more. It reminds me of what he is; a blow-hard and bully who hit the wrong kid on the back of the head and now finds himself backside in the dirt whilst everyone points and laughs at him.
Oh there’ll be a response from him, no doubt about it. But it’ll be more of the same. It pays to remember that we’re not really the intended audience and neither is the SPFL board. It’s all designed to give the Peepul something to cheer about.
Keith Jackson, this is the company you’re in tonight.
Gibbering loons, howling at the moon.
It won’t be much different from every other day, I suppose.