Read these words. Contemplate them.
“This now becomes a shocker of a day for Celtic … with Brendan Rodgers just throwing anybody he can at it in the hope he’ll get a lucky goal … to do it three at a time at this stage in a game smacks of desperation … what I’m looking at smacks of desperation.”
That was not some hopeful Sevconian fan forum editor, that was a mainstream Scottish sports journalist who said that yesterday amidst a tirade of dripping spite and bitterness which had even his colleagues beside him arguing the case of our manager and our team.
At the moment those words spewed out of him like raw sewage there were still ten minutes left at Fir Park, with our propensity for scoring late an accepted fact of football life. Not one ball had even been kicked yet at Ibrox, but this pathetic individual had us in a mini-crisis, our lead at the top slashed and the manager under pressure.
To hear him, you’d think our season was about to collapse.
A little over two hours later, our “shocker of a day” ended with our lead over our rivals now seven points, with theirs the club in genuine crisis after Celtic scored not once but twice, the second coming after we’d found the mental fortitude to continue doing the job despite the concession of a late, late goal which would have torn the heart out of most other teams.
And as sweet as all that was, the guy who scored our opener was one of those that the microphone holding moron had decried as a substitution which smacked of “desperation.”
I think it’s fair to say that Brendan Rodgers knows one or two more things about how to manage a winning football team than his idiotic critic does.
But then I would suggest that if you found a slug on your back step after today’s rain that it could probably offer you a greater level of insight than the moustachioed embarrassment who two separate media outlets reckon is deserving of a salary. Still, they wonder at people like me scorning them at every turn. That he has a job is one of the many reasons why.
(That and Radio Scotland’s amazing double Freudian slip, from two separate commentators about how “Scottish football never fails to disappoint.” Yeah, I’ll bet you were disappointed. As was the gibbering horde inside Ibrox whose day hadn’t even started going wrong yet.)
But social media on a weekend like this is such a sublime pleasure. The Ibrox fan forums reek of anger and hurt and spew more hate and bile than the commentator in question could ever muster in a lifetime and that’s saying something.
But I remain astonished at the capacity some people in our press corps have to talk such absolute rubbish that it would be laughed off the craziest forum, and the person responsible for that quote yesterday does this almost every week.
I’ve thought long and hard about how to deal with him.
Because this job does involve writing about our sports media; how can it not?
They have to be scrutinised as standard, challenged where necessary and ruthlessly mocked where appropriate and this actually ticks all three boxes, because the kind of poisonous narrative he was trying to promote yesterday has caused our club much grief and trouble in the past, and is only unable to now because of the vigilance of the bloggers in holding these people properly to account.
People like this would love to spin us into crisis. They would love to divide our club. They have tried to ruin the reputations of many people within in down through the years, and were in no small part responsible for the appalling treatment Celtic fans once subjected Fergus McCann to. This particular person had a starring role in that.
He cannot be made completely irrelevant. He has two nation-wide platforms from which to spew his anti-Celtic bile. That means that he cannot be completely ignored.
So all that’s left is to expose his idiocy every chance we can get, to hold it up to ridicule every moment that we can and to turn him, and anyone else like him into what they would be in any other media environment; a joke.