Hugh Keevins, one of the worst broadcast journalists in the history of a country which can boast a fair few of them, has long been known as a bitter, angry little man whose entire reason for living at times seems to be criticising Celtic.
Keevins is the original Uncle Tim, a guy who somewhere along the line developed a strong dislike for our club and our fans.
His entire spiel on Superscoreboard the other day was frankly outrageous, but the part of it which my good friend Paddy Sinat highlighted on Vital Celtic was highly personalised, boorish and hysterical.
The sheer stupidity of it was hard to credit. So was its spiteful tone.
Keevins was looking for any excuse he could get to put the boot in, and he turned on the manager for the decision to start Giakoumakis. The big guy didn’t have a good game, we know that, but Keevins reaction to the selection was dreadful.
Why was it “bad decision making” to rest Kyogo and play the guy we signed from Holland where he was the top scorer last season?
That decision was perfectly understandable. What wasn’t was that we seemed to adapt the playing style to something he wasn’t suited to, but the selection itself is one that almost everyone understood perfectly well before the game.
Why was it “bad decision making” to give Giakoumakis the penalty?
Ange and the captain both talked about this after the game; they based that decision on hard numbers and stats; this is the kind of thing managers and coaches are supposed to do.
This guy isn’t going to be some bit-part player this season, he’s going to play a lot of football for us and he has a good scoring record from the spot and had done well when they were practiced in training.
He is our penalty taker, that’s been decided and it was decided before a ball was kicked at the weekend and Ange isn’t going to change his mind on it and he shouldn’t.
Bad decision making would have been to relieve the player of the duty in the moment, because he wasn’t playing well. But nobody else was either. Keevins seems to think Ange should have started second guessing himself on the basis of 90 minutes.
He’s not the only one. Some idiots on Twitter suggested that McGregor should have actually over-ruled the manager on the pitch and given the ball to Juranovic. I cannot believe some of the absolute drivel I read on social media at times.
This is all the start of the new narrative of course; Giakoumakis is the fresh media whipping boy.
But of course, Keevins main target was the manager, and if you want an example of his bitterness this is what he had to say about the penalty.
“An absolute gift of a penalty to Celtic. It was a penalty, but what a gift to a team who had done nothing to win the match on their own.”
Excuse me? Done nothing to win the match on their own?
Except for the most shots at goal, the most shots on target and 85% possession?
What planet does this clown live on? His dislike of our club really runs deep when he can write garbage like that.
He then finished up by describing it as ““a disastrous day for Ange Postecoglou.”
Which, again, I would seriously take issue with. It’s a set-back.
It’s not a disaster, not by any stretch of the imagination.
I know Keevins is prone to hyperbole but that’s brainless prattle even by his standards.
The team wasn’t good enough on the day and the approach was wrong, but Giakoumakis has hardly played in this team and like Starfelt, who was the last target of the media, he needs games and the style has to be adapted to suit him when he’s the main striker.
But all this will come. Clowns like Keevins will eat every word of their criticism before this campaign ends, and I am betting that our Greek bhoy will net 20 goals.
Keevins is a poisonous cretin.
If we were to highlight his bad afternoons I wouldn’t write anything else for the rest of the week, and that would just cover this season and last.
He is one of the most uninformed people commentating on football anywhere in Europe, and his lack of even the most basic knowledge of the sport and of how it works has been exposed time and time again.
He long since past the point where he’s no longer even embarrassed by it.