Sevco is surviving on fumes. Nobody in their right mind would want to put any money in and all they can rely on is loans and more loans. Oh, but there's the gate money as well; but that's only going to keep coming in as long as the team keeps performing on the pitch and the referees keep giving them every decision going. The team, however, is relying on loans as well; loan players that will disappear either in January or May. Meanwhile the outlays will be going up as winter comes and the floodlights will need to be used. (Unless, of course, it can be fixed for Sevco to play all their matches at 12.30!) Scottish Power can't trust them to pay their bills and I believe the club is already using one of those pre-payment meters. How is it going to look when the second half of a match has to be delayed while somebody nips down to the local shop with the top-up card? But, never mind. Celtic's in crisis.
Sevco has a convicted crook for a chairman; a man that's hardly ever here but 'jets in' now and again, like Dan Dare, to tell an eager press what his plans are. The guy's obviously been hitting the magic mushrooms as he regales everyone with tales of resuscitating Rangers from near-death (Don't listen to him - keep moving towards the light!), nuclear-powered pitches, orbiting training facilities and half-time entertainment comprising of dancing unicorns and acrobatic fairies. Rather than point and laugh, our esteemed Fourth Estate reports it all as if it's really going to happen. Oh, and Celtic's in crisis.
In fact, not only is Honest Dave consuming the psilocybins, he must be passing them out, the same way Green handed out cups of tea. How else to explain the utter delusion of the Peeppul as they spout their pish online. How about this one from McMurdo's blog:
"You could tell a bear just by looking at him, by the way we conducted ourselves, and showed courtesy to whoever we met going to, during or returning from a game. That’s what made us stand out against others."
The good folk of Barcelona and Manchester still remember this 'courtesy' and the way they 'conducted' themselves. This clown is right about one thing, though - they've certainly stood out against others!
Then there's the Phantom Flan Flinger, who some folk suspect to be Listy Graham, the alien gobble-giver. In a tirade against Phil Mac Giolla Bhain, he said, "Phil managed to take advantage of a dead child to get in a cheap shot at Rangers with no evidence or context for the slur." Er...child abuse, BJK and all that? Apparently Phil is indulging in a bit of deflection because of the financial worries at Celtic Park. Did I mention that Celtic's in crisis?
Imran Ahmad, meanwhile, has really stirred up the Huns with his refusal to come to Scotland without certain assurances. He feels he won't get a fair trial over here since the establishment, including the police, is crawling with Huns. Christ, even the foreigners can see it! The Phantom Phart Smeller says he is going to send a Tweet to Pakistan, to stop Ahmad using the 'religion card'. The Tweet says, "and rich Protestant businessmen killed yours." This has got nothing to do with Ahmad, but was in reply to some clown that made this Tweet, "the poor beginnings are a myth - rich catholic business men started their club." If Listy really wants to send something to Pakistan he should send his famed drawing of Jar Jar Binks and prove to everybody that Phil is correct! Keep taking the shrooms, son!
Finally, if it's true that everybody hates John Collins then it's hardly going to bother him. He can just go back to his old job:
No comments:
Post a Comment