Over the last couple of days, a lot of people have emailed me various stories on Sevconia and how it intends to “celebrate” its first title triumph.
Some of this has made the mainstream press and some of it hasn’t yet, but I think there are four stories out of all of them which reveal the desperation at the core of their support on this matter.
This is going to sound weird, but I don’t think Sevconia is looking forward to this as much as a club which is on the brink of its first title should be.
On top of that, the looming coronation holds even less allure if you, like they do, subscribe to the Survival Lie.
Let’s try to think as the Sevconia’s do.
I know it’s difficult, but try to process this and you’ll see what I mean.
What’s The Party Actually For?
First up, as I said, what are they celebrating?
55? One in a row?
There’s your first profound disconnect right there; deep down, all of them know what this really is … so straight away there’s the emotional and psychological struggle of trying to reconcile the two.
One in a row is more impressive, don’t you think?
It’s a singular triumph. It’s a standout. It’s got no dubiety attached to it, nothing to blunt it.
But 55 carries all the stigma of the old Rangers, every bit of its sordid history, including the dumping of debts and the cheating of the tax player. Think, for example, of all those public services that went without, including – and I’ll get back to this because it’s relevant to the point – money for “the troops.”
So there’s that, right away.
Secondly, why is this one so special if it’s 55 and not 1?
Stopping ten in a row?
Well, no because if you listen to these Peepul you’ll recall that they don’t accept that we won nine titles.
Some of them have long held to King’s view that the first half of our second nine doesn’t count because “they” weren’t in the league for that run.
Others don’t acknowledge the ninth title because the season was cut short and they convinced themselves it was a conspiracy.
So are they “the team that stopped the ten” and are they celebrating that?
Or are they “the team that stopped the six” or the “team that stopped the second nine”?
It has to be confusing for them, to be stumbling about like this, mired in this weird universe between what’s real and what’s fake.
I sometimes wonder that they don’t all go mad.
So there’s that, the issue of exactly what it is they are celebrating having achieved.
Ask a dozen of them and you’ll get two dozen different answers.
Dancing In The … Empty Streets?
On top of that, their celebrations are muted anyway by two other things; first, Celtic fans are more focussed on holding their own club to account for a disastrous season than we are on what’s going on outside of our area of interest.
We’ve all processed the reality of this, and most of us did it a while ago.
We’ve let go of it, which means that although their triumph will be real there will be a distinct lack of … triumphalism.
Because how can you lord it over people who generally don’t care?
You have to remember who we’re dealing with here; the Peepul believe they are something special, and they pretty much live for the days when they can strut around and wear their “superiority” on their sleeves.
Look at them during their annual Second Halloween in July to see what I mean.
The restrictions are the other thing.
They can’t “celebrate this” as they’d like, which is in that manner in which they celebrate so much else; with supremacist street parties and the ever-present threat of violence in the air.
That’s tied up in triumphalism as well … and I have to admit, the prospect of having to endure their ghastly behaviour would have made this a lot harder to endure.
But with everyone stuck at home and no parties allowed, it’s blunted the occasion.
Hey, they can deny this all they want but we all know it’s true, as we were all unable to properly celebrate the fourth part of our Quadruple Treble, or our nine in a row.
Yeah, most of us had a nice enough time on those days, but still … I know if we were celebrating the tenth title like this that it would be a lesser experience than we’d all waited for.
The Psychology Of Supremacy
The psychology of the folk we’re dealing with … it’s not built for something like this.
When you check out their forums and their social media posts, you get the sense that the winning, for them, is all about lording it over other people … I’ve said before that hate is what defines a lot of them, and this is an example of that.
Victory has no real sweetness for those who don’t get any pleasure out of the achievement but only out of the reactions of those who’ve lost.
The four stories that I find most amusing show them at their stupidest and worst.
The first is outright supremacist.
The second an example of their stone stupidity.
The third is a stunt so banal and without merit that I am disappointed it didn’t make a greater splash in the papers – althought is there and the dumber hacks love it.
And the fourth is a great example of how, for some of them, this is merely an opportunity at the expense of the rest … and I’m particularly pleased by that one as it’s more revealing than the rest put together.
A Supremacist Fly-By
The first story that tickled me was the one about the Red Arrows.
Now, I’m going to give credit to the Peepul behind this, because it didn’t work out – surprise surprise – and they’ve given a huge wedge of money to charity instead …. but still?
The Red Arrows? To overfly an empty Ibrox and a deserted George Square? Oh yeah, and Bridgeton too, one of the most sectarian acres of space on the planet.
For what purpose?
This was pure supremacist nonsense from them; a military overflight trailing red, white and blue smoke? That was nothing more than a fantasy that they dreamed up to let the rest of the country know who they were.
Not a celebration as much as a grand gesture of rubbing the rest of our noses in it.
This really tells you a lot about their mentality.
They were willing to spend tens of thousands of pounds on this stunt; that’s the amazing thing. Just as a means of lording it over us in the most ridiculous and OTT manner.
The Red Arrows do national events; the Sevco supporters who donated to this clearly believe that their winning a league title qualifies. If the Red Arrows were for hire, their guys would never have time to train.
But Sevco fans somehow convinced themselves that this met the level of importance that an exception would be made for them.
That’s a measure of how demented these Peepul are.
The stunt raised £60,000 … and yes, most of it will probably end up going to charity. But honestly? Is there a more brilliant example of how delusional these folk are that they thought this might be a goer?
A Celtic Park Over-Flight …
The second story that tickled me was one from Facebook, where an Ibrox supporter’s club had actually considered – and appeared to be planning – to overfly Celtic Park during a match there, with a plane trailing a banner asking if we could see them coming yet.
Yes, this dopey scheme was actually under serious consideration, and had widespread support, even if it has never quite got off the ground, if you’ll pardon the pun.
That’s not because those who were involved in planning it weren’t deadly serious though.
I don’t know whether this was aborted at the last minute – the plan was to do it during the game with Aberdeen at the weekend – or if it happened and we just didn’t hear about it or what.
What I do know is that I laughed for a long time when I heard this was being planned.
Only Sevco fans would be stupid enough to give lengthy consideration and put serious planning into a scheme to fly a plane over an empty stadium to ask if those inside it could see them.
Eh, no you complete eejits, there’s nobody in the ground!
This barmy scheme didn’t raise as much as £60,000 but it wouldn’t have been cheap either … and for absolutely no impact whatsoever.
Absolute idiots.
More Celtic Park Protests ….
Obviously, the third story is the one that made the papers today, a quite ridiculous state of affairs for what amounts to a few guys and a banner saying Champions on it.
Outside an empty Celtic Park.
During a national lockdown.
Apart from being technically incorrect – they haven’t formally won the title – is this really supposed to be a work of genius?
Hey, in case they haven’t heard the news Celtic fans have had banners up outside Parkhead pretty steadily since November and we’ve given the club a harder time than they ever will.
Banners outside the opposition’s ground are not the height of brilliance or imagination … and if you’re lugging said banner all the way across the city when you could be putting it up at your own ground, well that confirms what I said earlier about their version of “celebrating” being more about antagonising other folk than it is about enjoying the thing for itself.
The media loved this of course; a lot of the dailies ran with the picture as though this was some ground-breaking thing, as if no-one had ever thought of it before.
Which either means it’s a very slow news day or further proof that our press just isn’t very bright.
But again, this is what I mean … they don’t know how they are supposed to act here.
Even when there is literally nobody to lord it over or anyone who cares this is the kind of stunt they pull.
Meaningless, empty gestures, devoid of any consequence or meaning.
“One Born Every Minute …”
This has to be my favourite of all the stories though; there are some amongst their number who aren’t even pretending that this is a meaningful occasion, and who only see it as a scalpers dream come true, a chance to rip off their fellow fans in whatever way they can.
The following is from Twitter … this resulted in a barrage of criticism and complaints from their own side.
This the best of the replies, and it sums things up nicely.
I love this for so many reasons, but foremost is the fact that the Louden guys don’t even care how they are perceived.
They know that the kind of Peepul who would spend £60,000 on trying to get The Red Arrows to overfly an empty George Square, or who would fund another band of goons to overfly an empty Celtic Park are the kind of folk to swallow anything.
I imagine they’ll sell a lot of this branded tat, even at that spectacular price.
This is, after all, the club whose shareholder organisation is now virtually indistinguishable from the club itself and is constantly being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste.
This is the support which bought into the MyGers points scheme.
The club whose fans didn’t mind buying hyper-expensive Castore gear which, in fact, was simply cheap school uniforms with a fancy logo ironed on.
You would imagine that the celebratory tat market will produce dozens of products just like these in the course of the next few months and all of it will be eagerly snapped up, during a recession, by daft Peepul who even whilst skint still have more money than sense.
But what makes this delicious is that the Louden guys clearly didn’t see this as anything other than a great opportunity to cash in on the gullibility of their fellow supporters … and although some are complaining, the rest will behave like sheep and hand over their cash.
The Loneliest Party On Earth
Their support hasn’t had much to celebrate in the last decade.
When they were founded they believed – and so did much of the media – that there would be plenty of good times ahead; instead it’s been ten years of misery.
From the start they had certain expectations of what it would be like when they first won something; I don’t think many of them believed it would be a league title that finally did it.
But none of them expected to win a major trophy under these circumstances.
These Peepul literally don’t know what to do, albeit that handful of them that sees the rest of them as easy marks to be taken for absolute mugs.
The rest are divided between those who want to celebrate it as a unique title, those who want to celebrate it as a continuation title, those who think it stopped the ten and those who didn’t even accept we got to nine.
There will be no street parties. No supremacist gala.
There won’t be an overflight of RAF jets nor a triumphalist parade on an open top bus.
There will be no all-day drinking in Bridgeton … instead the parties will be held in private homes and gatherings amongst a support that is largely apathetic, knowing that the rest of Glasgow doesn’t care.
Attempts to make it special have failed.
Attempts to make it meaningful have degenerated into arguments about what it actually means.
Any other support, you might even feel a bit sorry for them … but not this lot, because what they wanted more than anything was to rub our faces in their victory, to take over the streets, to feel like they are special.
To feel like they really are The Peepul.
But a mixture of their own confusion, the lockdown restrictions and our general indifference have robbed them of that.
How tragic it is for them.
What a waste of a wait it has turned out to be.