Kris Boyd had a dig at Celtic and our fans last night whilst covering the scores in the Europa League. Entirely unprompted.
Entirely without cause.
He just put that smug grin on his idiot face and took a shot at us, for no reason at all, doubtless baffling those who tuned in to hear the results. Why do the neutrals in the audience he works for deserve that contempt?
That studio is not a platform for him to air his greivances and wage personal vendettas.
His employers are mugs for allowing that.
Boyd’s comments might have struck harder if his team’s Europa League group had not have been pitifully weak.
It might have been a better shot had the games not been covered on a different channel, from the empty home of the League Cup Finalists because the club he cheers for like a performing seal had banned a fellow broadcaster.
Where, by the way, is his statement of support for Sutton?
What a gutless individual Boyd is, playing ring-and-run like this on a single working brain cell, whilst a journalist ten times better is being treated like dirt by his favourite club.
Boyd’s support for our former player would be a game-changer with respect to this, but he withholds it.
He is a poisonous individual.
He had his dig tonight in a manner that was wholly unprofessional. Not one other pundit on that show feels the need to slag rival clubs. It wouldn’t fly. They all have a little more respect for the audience than that.
The press, of course, love this circus clown without the paint on.
The man is a muppet, and only fellow goons could find him in the least bit amusing.
Last night he proved only that we live, rent free, in this guy’s head, that we are on his mind constantly, that when he’s not slagging us he’s in hiding from us.
It is absolutely pathetic, and those who employ him continue to piss on their audience from a great height.