Of all the crazy transfer rumours of the window so far, the one that I’ve seen doing the rounds about Billy Gilmour is the best.
This actually ended up popping up in the mainstream press the other day courtesy of that idiot Pat Nevin. Is he the reason this matter is even being discussed? Probably, because I haven’t heard the least thing to make me think it’s credible.
But I’ll tell you, I’d be all in favour of the deal.
Let me be honest; I think there’s a lot of hype about Gilmour which hasn’t yet been justified.
He’s a decent prospect, but right now that’s all he is and Steve Clarke’s insistence on playing him in every Scotland squad is just one of the reasons the national team sometimes looks hopelessly unbalanced.
He isn’t remotely ready for that kind of prominence.
So my reasons aren’t about football; frankly, if everyone was fit, he’d be on the bench every week.
As an impact sub he might be able to produce, but I’ve got much nastier reasons for being in favour of such a move, and this is why you should thank God I don’t run the club.
I would do it just to see the look on his mother’s face.
Nevin got that right anyway; his family would be one huge obstacle, and that bitter idiotic woman most of all.
Her conduct when he signed for Norwich was cringy to say the least, and the prospect of having to watch her grimace and gurn her way through at Celtic Park unveiling is something I would pay good money to see.
Other than that, the idea doesn’t have the least merit.
It’s a dumb idea promoted by a clownish figure who tries to come off as intelligent but is still capable of lunatic suggestions like this. And somehow this madness still went viral.