DUNDEE, SCOTLAND - MARCH 22: Celtic fans look dejected during a William Hill Premiership match between Dundee United and Celtic at the CalForth Construction Arena at Tannadice, on March 22, 2026, in Dundee, Scotland. (Photo by Craig Foy/SNS Group via Getty Images)
The hard truth for us Celtic fans is this does not feel like Celtic right now. It’s as if that emotional bond with the club has been cut. These are people who have lived through defeats, bad seasons and years without trophies, and yet they never felt like this before.
That feeling comes from one place. It comes from the very top of the club. The people running Celtic have severed that connection. They have allowed the identity of the club to weaken, and that is the most dangerous thing they could have done.
For me, this is the part that genuinely hurts. This does not feel like Celtic anymore. Not in the way I have come to know it, and not in the way I have been carrying with me for a few years now. I don’t say that lightly; this club is in my heart.
I’ve seen defeats. My Celtic supporting friends have sat through poor seasons. I’ve felt that hollow ache when trophies slipped away (especially last season in the cup final; I was miserable for weeks) and things weren’t what they should be.
But even then, even at our lowest, it still felt like Celtic. There was always that invisible thread, that emotional pull, that bond I could never quite explain but always felt deep in my chest. Now I don’t feel that and that is what frightens me the most.
Because this is not about one result or one season going wrong. This feeling, this emptiness, this disconnect can be traced back to one place, and it is not the pitch. It is coming from the very top of the club and I cannot reconcile myself to those people at all.
I look at the people running Celtic now and I honestly don’t recognise their understanding of what this club is supposed to be. Through years of complacency, poor decisions and a mindset that feels completely detached from the soul of Celtic, they have allowed something sacred to weaken.
Celtic was never just about winning for me. It was never just about trophies or results. It was about belonging.
That is what I’ve been aware of since a friend introduced me to the club way before I was reading the blogs. That this club was built on its people, that the fans and the club were one and the same.
Even from a distance, I always felt like I was part of it, like I mattered, like we were all pulling in the same direction.
Even when things went wrong, I could accept it, because it felt honest. Now it feels different. Now it feels truly distant and not just because I’m far from Glasgow. It is cold, like the people making the decisions are operating in a completely different world. I look at what comes out of the boardroom and I don’t see ambition or pride. I see calculated thinking, and arrogance, and that is not what Celtic means to me.
We also see the same ideas coming back again and again. The same decisions. The same lack of courage. It feels like stagnation, no matter how it is presented. And when I look at recruitment, it only reinforces that feeling.
There were transfer windows not so long ago that gave you excitement. You could see the plan. You could see the direction. Players came in and it made sense. It felt like something was being built. Now I struggle to see that.
It feels like short-term fixes, players who do not improve us, players who do not fit any clear system. As a result, I find myself asking what the long-term vision is, because I genuinely cannot see it. And when I cannot see where my club is going, that belief I used to have starts to fade. Worse still is the way the relationship between fans and club has been damaged.
Celtic teams always had an identity. They had intensity, fight, swagger. They played with urgency and purpose. Even when they were not perfect, they made you feel proud. Now, however, it feels flat. Predictable. Lacking urgency. There is no clear style, no strong personality. In fact, it doesn’t feel like a team playing together. Instead, it feels like individuals going through the motions.
And that hurts to say.
Celtic should demand the highest standards. We should be the team others fear. Celtic should be the one driving the game, not drifting through it. Instead, I am watching the same mistakes happen again and again, with nothing changing. There are no real consequences. There is no clear response. Just repetition.
And so, I keep asking the same question.
Who is taking responsibility for this? Because right now, it doesn’t feel like anyone is. That is why this hits so hard. This is not just about losing games or missing out on trophies. I can accept that. Rather, this is about something deeper.
This is about the loss of identity and the cutting of the chord between fans and club. That hurts more than anything. James told me once how his disillusionment with politics grew until he gave up activism; I asked him why he left Labour and he told me “Labour left me.” So is that what is happening now with our football club?
The club I love is something I do not fully recognise right now. It is about that pride, that connection, that sense of belonging starting to fade. And that is painful.
So what happened to you, Celtic? Until that connection is rebuilt, until the people running this club remember exactly what it means to people like me, I don’t see how this feeling changes. Right now, this just does not feel like Celtic anymore, and more than anything else, I don’t just want results back.
I want my Celtic back.
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Aye Paulina, you are dead right, it doesn’t feel like the Celtic that we know and love. The Celtic that runs through our veins has stuttered and slowed down out very lifeblood. We are all trying to send our own personal messages to the board room barnacles in charge in any small way we can, but it sometimes feels like we are wasting our time, as if we are trying to convince an aliens nation that has inhuman emotions that don’t merge with our own. However barnacles are not easily removed, they have to be prised off forcibly and none of us can get close enough to do that just now.
Don’t worry though, they can only cling on so long…..Tiocfaidh Ar La.
Comeplete contrast to the Happy house at Sevco certainly in comparison to us for sure…
Great statement by Cavenagh yesterday (if you’re – Heaven forbid – a Sevco supporter)…
He fuckin ‘gets’ the Scummy Bastards – That much is certain !
Spot on PJ !
If these people running our dearly beloved club don’t get the Green Brigade back and show real ambition, as well as signs that they are Celtic fans, instead of some bootlicking subservients to the establishment who hate us then I won’t go back, or fund them until they are away to somewhere they belong to.