The resignation of Stewart Robertson, which was announced at Ibrox tonight, means that the whole upper echelon of the club which this time last year believed it was on the brink of one of the greatest season’s in its short history, will be gone when this campaign comes to an end. It is now beyond question that something is seriously wrong there.
The manager was fired. The chairman fled like a thief in the night.
Wilson took the first job offer he got, apparently unconcerned that he was moving to a club where his job might soon be to make savage cuts and shop in the bargain basement.
Now the managing director has decided that the time for a sharp exit has arrived, and although he’ll be at Hampden it will likely be the last game of consequence in which he will watch them as a key figure.
Look, there are two possible scenarios unfolding over there. In the first, there is a war raging behind the scenes which has claimed three enormous casualties and doubtless will claim others. That should not be ruled out, although there is nothing in the wind about it except for the one difficult to ignore clue; the reek of freshly spilt blood.
But even if it’s not something dramatic like that, the three top guys have not all walked in the space of six weeks because they believe that the future over there is secure and that they are heading into a brave new dawn.
The feeling that we’re seeing rats leaping from the deck of a burning ship is a difficult one to shake considering the summer they face.
I wrote here a week or so ago about how they got here; by blindly believing in Dave King’s “house of cards” theory.
They “front loaded “spending knowing that all the money would have to be paid back to their directors at some stage, and that was before COVID hit the whole world like a sledgehammer.
It wasn’t meant to matter. Our collapse was supposed to write us off as a major force for years.
Except it never happened.
Celtic’s recovery, the speed of it and the scale of the rebuild we were able to do, was the proof of our own robustness and their own foolishness.
Now the costs are mounting. The rent has come due.
No wonder the top guys at Ibrox didn’t want to stick around for the full measure of it.
God alone knows what else is going on behind the scenes and which we’ll soon see evidenced … but it’s increasingly clear that those who were, this time last year, full of optimism, do not want to be on the bridge when the ship enters choppy waters.
Ibrox fans are pleased enough that Robertson is gone, as they welcomed the departures of Wilson and Park before him, ever thinking that because their hate-figures are walking one at a time that good things automatically follow on from that.
James Bisgrove is their new MD.
Still clinging to hope lads?
Ronald Reagan used to tell two versions of a story which he thought was an illustration of how some people are more hopeful than others.
Depending on who was re-telling it, the tale was either about two brothers or about two boys who lived beside each other. The cocktail party version is about two kids, one an optimist and one a pessimist, who get taken to a shrink.
The other is about a kid on Xmas Day, and that’s always been the version that I preferred.
Both pretty much have the same punchline.
A kid gets up on Christmas morning and runs downstairs to find nothing under the tree.
As he stands there puzzled his dad takes him outside, and gives him a shovel and points to a great big mound of shit and tells him to get cracking. He sets about the task with glee, grinning from ear to ear.
As he’s working the neighbour’s kid looks over the fence and clocks him. “Why are you doing that? And why are you so happy about it?”
“There must be a pony in here!” the kid with the shovel says.
Nice to keep your hopes up, but sometimes it’s not optimism, it’s delusion and all you are doing is sifting through mounds of shit.
One day they’ll wise up. Hopefully not any time soon.
There is some serious problems at the bigot dome. Our board fucked up big time when wee Brendan done one liewell with him giving that piss head Lennon”the job all to save a few bob hope the board don’t make the same mistake with Ange but this is Celtic and liewell still here he never left and Ange dealing with transfers not letting liewell getting involved with agents as before buying rubbish he did like those big brown money bags .
King was correct… Only it’s the Celtic comeback proved him correct ??
Ha!
Just like Beale the coach,
Bisgrove has been over-promoted!
Fun times return to Ibrox… for those watching. 🙂
They are in total disarray, a fkd up mess, and with no real leader right now they are rudderless. They have a clueless manager and their fans will be screaming for his blood after the semi final. We are coasting to a Treble with the greatest of ease and the World is a very green and wonderful place for us just now. As always their pain is our gain, so let’s fkn enjoy it to the extreme. Jelly and ice cream anyone?
I keep hearing the song Its Implausible in my head ! Over and over and over and over and………..
I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘A’.
Could it be that they are all running because of the share confetti to keep the lights on. Have they been told uefa are going to hammer them? If so would you want to be around for that? “The fans would be revolting” to use a phrase from Phil.
Aye, they are unravelling at the seams, time to just sit back and enjoy it.
When will the truth and facts come out or are the media compliant to appease the hordes marching on the auld hoor with there pitchforks flaming torches and buckie while police Scotland escort them at tax payers expense to cause mayhem there is more law and order in Sudan than this dirty corrupt land
I think the penny may finally be dropping with the ones with more than one braincell that Sevco are a club on the BRINK.