The Daily Record, not embarrassed yet by calling the title race over in August, September and October is calling it over now we’ve reached November, with yet another piece suggesting that we’ve blown it.
The piece actually accepts that Ange Postecoglou was essentially correct to slam previous predictions as embarrassing before they make the latest one.
Stating that the side at the top of the league at the end of November has won the title 16 times out of the last 20, they appear to be saying that with only two league games left to play this month due to cup ties and international games that this almost assures that it will be the Ibrox club sitting at the top of the table when December kicks in … and therefore no matter how small the gap might be that the race is essentially over.
This is so stupid as to make your head swim.
“Postecoglou right refuses to accept anything is won or lost in the first few months of the Scottish Premiership,” Gavin Berry writes, as if ‘how dare the Celtic manager not accept the nonsensical narrative we are trying to push.’
(And you’ll notice the typo in there; I am not changing a word, merely reporting it as written. Let them do their own damned editing. I don’t work for them.)
He continues, “But there comes a time when that mantra is no longer valid and history shows November IS a crucial month when it comes to who is ultimately crowned champions in May.”
Which is sheer poppycock when you consider that the greatest likelihood, when you view the fixtures, is that the position at the end of the month will be close to what it is now, with a mere four point gap between the clubs.
I know that the educational requirements usually needed for a job in the media don’t apply as stringently at The Record but this kind of failure to grasp objective fact – that there will be twenty-four games left to play – is hard to credit.
The league race will certainly not be decided in November, if it ever has been, and The Record’s attempt to “prove” that it sometimes is has all the logic of calling a US Presidential race based on what happens in the tiny New Hampshire town of Hart’s Location, just because it has “predicted” the winner five times out of the last seven.
The Record’s writing team is desperately clutching at any straw they can find to justify their own fantasy, which is of a general collapse at Celtic Park.
Their club has won a single game convincingly this season, and there are people getting carried away.
There are miles to go here, and we’re going to be in it right to the end.
In fact, by the time the end comes the only question in my mind is at which point we overtake them.