Amidst The Wreckage Of Celtic’s Season, This Was Not A Day Ibrox Wanted.

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There has been much a lot of talk across Scottish football this season of how some have risen and some have fallen in this crazy pandemic year.

Above all, there is an interesting little mythology building around Ibrox, where their supporters really should know better than to indulge themselves in mad fantasies about their “rightful place” in the game.

Their club will finish this year as champions, and in doing so prevent Celtic from securing ten in a row.

It’s a fact, it will happen, it’s just a matter of dates on the calendar.

They imagine that we’re in some form of collective mourning; it’s not the case.

Most of us have been reconciled to this since at least December and some of us from before that.

When it comes it will sting temporarily, like stepping on a tack.

Having acclimated ourselves to the likliehood of it ages ago, and having had more important things to think about, like trying to pull our own club back from the possibility of a multi-season disaster, I don’t think many of us have even had time to worry about it.

Most of us have already moved on.

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That’s the great thing, if you can call it that, about an early season collapse; you process it much more easily and completely and with less emotion than if you were caught late and pipped at the post.

I’m sure they’ll enjoy their wee moment … but nobody should think this represents any kind of turning of the tide.

We’re a long, long way from that situation.

Let’s start with this; one of the two clubs is financially robust and the other is a basket case.

Over the course of the next season or two, the respective financial positions of these clubs are going to decide who’s up in the long term and who’s down.

I’ve made no secret of my belief that we will see another administration event at Ibrox; it’s a matter of time.

They are congenitally unsuited to living within their means.

It has not happened in 30 years and they aren’t going to change their ways now.

There’s a lot of talk about how they can wipe out their financial problems by getting to the Champions League Groups … it’s both true and false, and first they need to get there.

But Champions League money, even if it comes, is a year away.

That club doesn’t know how it’s going to pay the bills that far into the future.

When I tell you that their hopes rest on selling key players in the summer, that’s not speculation that’s a fact.

Without major player sales, they cannot balance the books. Their record transfer out of the club in their short history remains the £2 million they got for Josh Windass.

There is no giant windfall on the horizon.

The truth is, they have been the beneficiaries of an incredibly fortuitous confluence of circumstances this season, one that in fact is highly suspect. The only club not to have a penalty given against them is just one facet of it, as is their almost supernatural luck in not having had a major outbreak within their social bubble, which is amazing when you consider how many of their first team players that we know of have breached the guidelines.

I have my own theory about why they’ve performed so above their previous year’s standards, and the more you watch the collapse of Liverpool the more weight is lent to the idea that Gerrard imported some very specific methods from that club.

All of that aside, Ibrox’s biggest problem is that Celtic is no longer going to be the plaything of Peter Lawwell or a club managed by Neil Lennon.

Our club is about to undergo radical change … for the better.

And under a new system, with the resources advantage and what I think remains a very decent playing squad, I strongly suspect that we’ll be back celebrating titles and trophies in this part of the city in no time at all.

In many ways, short of them watching us do ten in a row this is their nightmare scenario; a full strategic rebuild at Parkhead wherein we take stock of our failures and plot a brand new course.

Fresh thinking. New ideas. Perhaps even new goals and new vision.

They never wanted Neil Lennon to fail this badly; to fail, yes, but in a way that let him hang on in there for a while yet.

This is not a day they will look back on fondly, and the thing is, they know it.

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