The Spitting Fury Of A Rabid Kris Boyd Is About To Be Turned On Everyone At Ibrox.

Anyone happen to catch Boyd’s latest?

He is spitting fury at all at Ibrox, and this guy is just getting warmed up.

When you have been made to look like a complete fool, it is natural to turn the guns on somebody else, both as a deflection tactic and as some form of psychic defence. It hurts to be made to look and feel like you’ve been made a mug out of.

Kris Boyd is a mug.

But he is not a mug in the same way that someone like Hugh Keevins is. Keevins has no allegiances, just institutions and people and things he hates. He is aloof and arrogant enough – and with no justification whatsoever – to not even feel shame anymore when he gets things wrong or makes a raging fool of himself.

Boyd is a different type of personality. He feels every barb, which is why he frequently lashes out at those who criticise him or contradict his views. He takes everything personally.

Whereas Keevins, like Trump, has reached a point where he no longer cares if people think he’s a clown, Boyd wants so desperately to be taken seriously, although he isn’t a serious individual.

Who made Boyd look like a fool this season? Ange did, for a start. We don’t have to rake over every time he displayed breath-taking disdain, even contempt, for our manager; we’re all familiar with his predictions and his snide remarks.

But how do you hit out at a man who has so completely dominated? You can’t. Boyd underestimated him and like someone who gets into a pub fight thinking he’s got it won only to be proved supremely out of his league, he’s going to steer well clear of that sort of behaviour in future. He now has a wary, if grudging, respect for the man in charge at Celtic.

The one thing we know about these type of people is that they never, ever blame themselves. They are always victims of circumstances, or bad information, or they stick, doggedly, to their stupid views long after the rest of the world is sniggering at them.

So Boyd will never admit that he is just a complete fool who doesn’t know the first thing about the sport he played in and is now paid to cover. So who else is there to blame? Who is there to turn the anger on after refs had got it in the neck?

Everyone at Ibrox, of course.

And they, ultimately, are the people Boyd blames most. If only they had not picked a fight with the fans, he would not have to crawl and pay respect to the masterful boss at Celtic Park. If only they had backed the manager properly, the whole aftermath of the January window would have turned out differently. If only the manager had gotten his selection policy right last weekend and in midweek April would not be turning into a grim, disastrous month.

Boyd is about to arrive at precisely the same place where Jackson and some of the smarter pro-Ibrox hacks have been for months. At the point where he tries to turn his pitiful analytical brain to working out what went wrong, and why all his predictions are ashes in his mouth.

Remember, these guys won’t give Celtic any credit … this can’t all be down to the fact that we have a supremely gifted man at the helm who has put together a hell of a team. There has to be something more. This was not us snatching the prize … to people like Boyd this will always be about how they threw it away. That logic might infuriate us at times, but it is dangerous to them and I am usually quite content for this underestimation to occur.

It’s even better than that this time around though; this is all fuel for the looming Ibrox civil war, which has been raging behind the scenes for a while. We have all been waiting on the detonation and the next few weeks will provide it.

Will Boyd go all the way and wish for the manager to pay the price?

In some ways, you have to hope not; I like the wet mop just where he is and want Van Bronckhorst to be there for a good while yet.

But if he loses the next two against us then we have to concede he’s probably done for. But Ibrox foolishly gave him a three-and-a-half-year deal.

So sacking him after six months is going to cost, and it is going to cost them a lot. I don’t see how he can survive, but I don’t know how they could afford to sack him either so any ex-Ibrox player who puts that pressure on them is welcome to.

But Boyd won’t take aim carefully; he doesn’t know how. He will go scattergun. He will target the manager, the players and the board. He will demand – yes demand – major changes and the section of the Ibrox support which worships him for his Celtic baiting will leap right onboard that bandwagon with him … and that pressure will push people at Ibrox into difficult choices and rash decisions. We know that because that pressure always does.

A snarling Kris Boyd on the rampage against everyone at Ibrox … that is an amusing picture to paint. Combined with the likes of Jackson, who is raging against certain directors, and the likes of Chris Jack, who is trying to keep the despair and panic out of his work (but failing on both counts) asking questions about where the leadership is and where the money for the rebuild is coming from … Boyd, who is a terrible writer, nevertheless summed things up nicely today when he talked about a pot about to boil over.

I prefer another analogy though; the current state of Ibrox is like a stick of nitro-glycerine … it is inherently unstable and one shake will cause it to go off. We are not planning to give them a shake. We’re planning to hit it with a sledgehammer.

Have you got the popcorn ready? Before April is out, it’s all going to blow.