It is the job of a Celtic blogger to be critical of this club in the areas and at the times when it is falling down on the job, when it is negating its responsibilities and making a mess of things.
But the only people who criticise this club constantly, remorseless, are its enemies and I am increasingly unsure of how to call certain former players anything else.
They talk about the club as “us” or “we” but that’s easy to do. I just don’t get any sense that they mean it, because if they did they would not do as they do, which is pour a bucket of bile over it each and every day.
We know their names; Nicholas, Provan and of course McAvennie.
Two of them are pretty thick; the other is infuriating because he’s obviously an intelligent guy, slumming it with the Keevins’ of this world in creating controversy for its own sake.
Of the dumber two I’d have once said that it was Nicholas who had the lower IQ.
But frequent exposure to Frank McAvennie has convinced me otherwise. If Nicholas represents the proof that a single brain cell can account for full human functionality. I don’t know what gets McAvennie up and about and keeps him going all day.
But I do know that he spends an inordinate amount of it finding reasons to slag Celtic, the club he purports to love.
Today it’s the defence, Tony Ralston in particular. Only the target changes; the onslaught itself is constant. You’d think he played in teams of superstars at Parkhead the way he goes on about this player or that being inferior.
The constant drone from guy is tiresome, and it has me questioning how someone who believes himself to be a friend of our club can attack it with such venom over and over and over again.
Nothing we do is ever good enough for this guy.
No player ever measures up to his standards.
No manager has got things right. He sounds like someone who wishes us harm.
I know that’s not the case. How can it be? But if you didn’t know he had played for us you would swear that he’d spent his best football years in Scotland at another club, and not St Mirren, who he never talks about at all.