Jackson’s latest is bad enough that all Celtic fans should laugh at it.

So today, as we regularly do, I want to take a look at what Keith Jackson has been up to, and as ever he’s written utter rubbish. His article today says one truthful, insightful thing and he does that accidently. It’s remarkable.

Let’s jump right in, starting with the headline.

(Ibrox) takeover to spark demolition job as ‘radical’ Americans leave nothing off the table – Keith Jackson

The opening leads you to believe we’re going to get some evidence of the American’s “radicalism.” Spoiler alert; we’re not. It also suggests that we’re going to get some concrete information about what they plan to do. Spoiler alert; we’re not.

It was a derby damp squib but the Light Blues will look very different when the sides meet again next season

Assumption dressed up as fact. Here’s my suspicion; they’re going to look pretty much the same as they do right now.

In the end it all felt rather anti-climatic.

Well, why would it not? I spent the whole week saying that the game meant nothing at all. Amazingly, it has turned out to … mean nothing at all. What sort of climax was he expecting? There was nothing at stake in the game at all. The big issues, as far as the home team is concerned, were decided when they went out of the Scottish Cup. We got over the line as champions last weekend. He expected what, exactly? Our season’s end, its real end, and its only matter of consequence, is the cup final.

Yes, they traded blows and there was no lack of huffing and puffing for 97 minutes or so but, ultimately, both sides were probably happy just to get it out of the way without suffering any more damage.

Well the Ibrox club was probably happy not to suffer any more “damage” having been routinely subjected to it all season long. But let me repeat what I did in the last week, in spite of a lot of people suggesting I was “getting my excuses in.” A bad result yesterday would not have “damaged” Celtic at all. The league is won and our manager is not the one clinging desperately to his last remaining hope of keeping his job.

Celtic will go on from here to wrap up a domestic treble when they face Aberdeen in the Scottish Cup Final on May 24. (Ibrox) will head into the summer prepared for a transformative takeover and, once again, the hope of jam tomorrow.

Well I’m glad he wrote those last two words and not me; there is, at least, some modicum of self-awareness there in that expression.

Because, really, that’s all the last three or four months have been about at Ibrox, coming hot on the heels of their catastrophic defeat at the hands of Queens Park in the cup. Jam tomorrow. The promise that sells season tickets. The promise that Ibrox fans have swallowed time and time again. The takeover will be “transformative.” I wonder, though …

And the thought of what is about to come on both sides of the city probably rendered yesterday’s (derby) dust up as a game which required nothing much more than the avoidance of a bruising defeat.

In short, Celtic have a real goal to achieve whereas Ibrox fans are trying to convince themselves that the next 12 months will change everything. In short, we’re again chasing something real. They are frantically planting “beanstalk beans.”

Brendan Rodgers certainly seemed content enough on the final whistle as he led his players towards the Celtic fans in the away corner of Ibrox. Not quite a victory lap. But close enough. And there will be plenty of time for that in the next three weeks.

Yeah cause Rodgers knew exactly what was at stake yesterday. Nothing.

While the visiting manager was waving to Celtic’s supporters, Barry Ferguson watched on from the sidelines, not sure what the future holds for himself or his staff but probably quietly satisfied that he has put himself up against Rodgers twice now without suffering a derby day loss.

Well the song does say “you’ve got to accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative.” He has come up against Rodgers twice using the same tactics as the previous manage and on both occasions there was virtually nothing left for his team to play for; that’s when they are almost always at their most dangerous. Ferguson knows exactly what the future holds for him and his staff, which oddly enough is what Jackson himself was saying not that long ago. He’s done. He’s bust. He’s managed 12 games and has won 4 of them. He has yet to win a single match at home.

Of course, he will feel as if it could have been better too, especially at the break after Cyriel Dessers had opened the scoring in the dying seconds of the first half.

Yawn. Ferguson’s teams are weak. We should have beaten them yesterday. Hell, we should have beaten them at Celtic Park.

And another victory over the nearest and dearest might have helped convince incoming sporting director Kevin Thelwell that there’s no urgent need to look elsewhere for a new manager over the coming weeks.

Typical Jackson. To see the whole thing through the prism of beating one team. Any club side which chose its manager on that basis would deserve everything it gets.

Then again, Thelwell will have seen enough by now to have a decent idea of what is required once Andrew Cavenagh and his American consortium get the keys to the front door and begin the task of attempting to make (Ibrox) matter again.

Yeah he’ll have seen enough to send Ferguson back to his media career. I cannot even imagine how mortified he must have been at their recent meeting to realise that this is who the club had entrusted the remainder of this season to.

Ferguson certainly knows what is required and he’ll have outlined this in person to Thelwell last week when the pair sat down for a full and frank conversation about where their club goes from here.

Ferguson has precisely no insight to offer at all. “Sign better players” is not a blueprint any more than “Spend £50 million” is.

Ferguson’s forthright views and his obvious passion for the club will doubtless have made an impression on Thelwell and given the Englishman much on which to ponder as he prepares to make the move north from Everton.

Forthright views and passion. I have those things. I also write better than Ferguson. I do not dare claim to be qualified to manage Celtic and nobody sane would ever suggest for one minute that I was.

The truth is, it’s not so much a rebuild which is required over the course of the next couple of months. No, what’s needed is a demolition job on a squad which has proven itself to be unfit for purpose throughout a campaign of underachievement.

Another “demolition job.” It’s easy to do, too, right? Just sell the players. Except that to do that you need to find people willing to buy them. That’s where this great “theory” starts to look and sound a little bit ridiculous.

Man of the match Nicolas Raskin did showcase once again yesterday that he’s up for the battle and that he ought to be a key man for whoever takes charge of this team next term.

A corner boy who does a lot of running about. But building the team around him … hmmm … let’s see how long that idea lasts. Remember what I said the other week? The whole Engels comparison is about one thing; flogging him.

And yet, given the size of the task ahead, the diminutive Belgian international is also – by far and a way – the biggest asset in the current squad.

Wait for it … it’s coming …

All of which will present Thelwell with another major dilemma when the transfer market opens up for business. Should Rangers cash in now and use that fee to part fund their recruitment drive?

Boom! There it is! Raskin, Raskin, Raskin, all this talk is about trying to drum up enough interest in him so that they can punt him. And if you feel a little whiplashed going from “build the team around him” to “sell him” in two paragraphs, welcome to Keith Jackson’s bizarre writing style. The Whiplash Effect is one of my favourite things about it.

Or will they conclude that Raskin is too valuable to sell?

In short, will they pretend to value him because no other side values him as highly as their over the top asking price?

Of course, the man who is appointed as the club’s next manager might wish to influence that decision but, given the need for a full scale overhaul of the playing staff, it might be hard to know where to start.

Ha! The next manager of that club will be hired because he is fully on board with “the plan” and that plan will not be his plan but the one the owners say it is. Whatever his thoughts are on the side, their writ will run.

(The club) could even look to turn a profit on both Raskin and Mohamed Diomande, who also impressed in the thick of the midfield battle throughout yesterday’s derby, setting up Dessers for the opening goal.

Fanciful rubbish. They’ll be lucky to attract a bid for one of these guys far less both. This is Jackson hoping for a transfer kitty boosted by big sales. They won’t get them.

The very idea might horrify the club’s supporters given that Raskin and Diomande are probably the pick of the bunch.

Failures in a team full of them, you mean?

But the changes required this summer will have to be radical and it could be that nothing is off the table where Thelwell and Cavenagh are concerned.

And if these two are much more cautious than people anticipate? What then? I think they pretty much have to be. Can they afford to work fast when that might mean another “demolition job” next summer? These little dilemmas are going to be fun to watch them having to navigate.

Whether or not Ferguson has done enough to convince them that he should remain in the manager’s hotseat remains to be seen.

It doesn’t remain to be seen. If four wins in twelve games, and none of them at home, is enough to get you the job at a football club which wants to be taken seriously then nobody at all is going to take you seriously. It is ridiculous.

But he didn’t do himself any harm in yesterday’s dual with Rodgers.

Did he do himself any good? I think not.

Ferguson threw in a bit of a curve ball ahead of kick off when it emerged that Nedim Bajrami had been included in his starting line-up. From almost nowhere.

What rubbish. Barjami has started more than few of those games. You might have failed to notice it. Because he was subbed at half time in most of them. Barjami was dreadful yesterday. On a day when our first choice right back was out he chose to field a player who has contributed nothing against Ralston. I sighed with relief when I saw that selection yesterday. If Jackson is praising that he’s nuts.

But it was Rodgers who had his work cut out given that star trio Jota, Alistair Johnston and Nicolas Kuhn were unavailable for selection.

Rodgers made the choice to leave Johnston and Kuhn out because he considers the final to be the priority. He said as much on Friday at the press conference.

Rodgers turned to Adam Idah, Anthony Ralston and James Forrest to make up the numbers but this patch up job took a while to find any real rhythm.

Forrest and Idah did very well. Ralston did what he always does; solid but unspectacular. Nothing bad to say about any of them.

On the contrary, (Ibrox) raced out of the traps as they have made such a habit of doing on derby day over the course of the season and, very soon, they had got on top of this contest, dragging Celtic somewhat reluctantly into another fist fight of a football match.

The car-crash paragraph, and there is always one of them in any Jackson article. “On the contrary” used out of context. Celtic being dragged “somewhat reluctantly” into a fist fight? What is he on about?

This was the version of (the team) that Ferguson has been trying to bring to the surface since he was shoehorned into the position as Philippe Clement’s interim replacement.

Blood and snotters stuff befitting a lower league manager. He’s said it himself; he doesn’t care if his team plays one iota of football in a game, as long as they get a result. A footballing throwback. An embarrassment.

Sharp, fast, brave on the ball and moving it quickly from one blue shirt to another. That it has only performed with this tenacity and intensity on sporadic occasions, is what will frustrate the life out of the man in interim charge.

What game did he watch? What team has been watching under this guy? For God’s sake, man.

Celtic, though, responded by raising their own tempo after half time and when Idah slammed home the equaliser ten minutes after the restart, with a shot which deflected home off John Souttar, the champions looked like a team which had got what it had come for.

We came for the win, so that’s absolute rot as well.

They could even have snatched a win in the final seconds when Daizen Maeda motored across the half way line into a one on one with Liam Kelly but the (Ibrox) keeper kept his nerve and made the save which ensured that this end of season skirmish ended with a share of the points.

Maeda should have squared it. Had he done that it’s 2-1 and game over.

With Hampden Park on the horizon and the potential to complete another treble, Celtic made their way back across Glasgow’s divide yesterday knowing they have bigger fish to fry before the season is out.

“Back across Glasgow’s divide.” That’s why it’s always a chore to read this guy. But the central point of the article is basically right on; this was not the big match, and the manager proved it by leaving key players out. We all know the only game that really matters, and it’s the Hampden final.

But this time they’ll be keeping one eye fixed on the rear view mirror as (Ibrox) enter into a period of critical decision making.

Wishful thinking to a fare-thee-well. We hear this year in year out. “The Ranjurs are coming.” Again. What’s that expression? Oh yeah … jam tomorrow.

Thanks for that one, Jackson. That’s the phrase I was looking for.