The Mooch Has Only His Big Mouth To Blame For His Being Judged Against Celtic.

Today, Keith Jackson was crying a river for The Mooch.

How good a manager he is, although not quite good enough.

How tough his job is, although he has the second biggest budget in the country to work with.

Mostly, though, he was bemoaning the unfairness of it all, and how sad it is that this man is being judged on the basis of just three games.

But I gotta ask, because nobody else is going to; whose fault is that?

Since the minute The Mooch first sat in front of the media, running that famous mouth of his, the mantra out of Ibrox is that only one series of games matters at all. The ones against us. Had he come into that role and shown the least bit of humility or respect for the other clubs in the league then his record, like that of Ange, would be considered in full context.

But he’s the one who repeatedly talks down every other side in the league, stating that his club is simply expected to win every game and that it should be regarded as a disaster when they don’t. On top of that is his casual dismissal and colossal disregard for the achievements of Celtic, who he keeps on stating his own team is equal to.

So of course his record outside of the Celtic games is ignored.

He’s the one who said that it should be. Of course those defeats at our hands are ruthlessly dissected. He is the one who keeps on saying that there’s nothing between the teams.

And of course these are the games he’s going to be judged on. Because he’s the one who has said over and over again that they are the ones which count, the ones which decide titles and trophies. Of course their fans are going to have his jacket on a shoogly nail if they don’t win the Scottish Cup … he is the one who said it was “unthinkable” not to.

Anyone with even a spark of intelligence would have given himself some room to breathe.

Instead he keeps on putting up hostages to fortune. A smart manager would have praised the standards of other clubs so that any winning run at all was seen as a triumph. If he has a shred of sense he would have praised Celtic to the rooftops and told his side that we were in front of them and that it was their jobs to work hard and try to match us.

Instead you have clowns like Tavernier and Cantwell talking about how they deserved to win and how we’re going to see a different performance from them at Hampden, as though they haven’t put themselves and their manager under enough pressure already.

The Mooch is the architect of his own misery.

That much is readily apparent. Jackson wants us to have sympathy for the guy. Perhaps instead of that he should offer some advice; when you are in a hole stop digging. That would do him more good than anything.