I have been one of Mr. Lawwell’s fiercest critics. Mr. Lawwell is the Chief Executive of the one pre-eminent football club in Scottish football. The other, Rangers, went bust under a cloud of debt and tax evasion. For many this was karmic justice. For others a £250,000 fine, for subverting Scottish football with the modern-day equivalent of cash-stuffed envelopes, did not go nearly far enough.
The Resolution 12 Requisitioners had to go abroad to have their advert published. They cleverly chose a Swiss daily that would have caught the eye of the denizens of Nyon. The Scottish titles, who suck the teat of the Blue Pound like an overgrown velcro-lipped infant, would not touch their advert. Sales teams, unsurprisingly, were amenable to the commission it would earn, but the editors were rightfully wary of a Klan backlash. The Daily Record is currently in The Klan crosshairs and is haemorrhaging sales.
I accused Peter Lawwell and his board of kicking Resolution 12 into the long grass. This was an injudicious comment on my part as I now know that Mr. Lawwell asserted that if the Requisitioners had a silver bullet, he would fire it. It will be interesting to see what The Compliance Officer makes of the recent referral by the SFA. The Resoution 12 team should pat themselves on the back for their tenacity, but the silver bullet was forged by the testimony of two former Rangers principals at the trial of Craig Whyte. I cried from the rooftops that DCI Robertson and his band of Keystone Cops were pursuing the wrong man. Sir Bribe & Lie, David Murray, plundered Rangers and HMRC (all taxpayers) for all he could get his grubby mits on. Of course it does not play well to go after a Knight of The Realm when you ultimately report to members of The Speculative Society. A Society that has vested interests in the redevelopment of Gogarburn.
Selling houses has also corrupted the views of Stewart Milne, the SFA lickspittle of Aberdeen. In my opening paragraph I asserted that Celtic were Scotland’s only super club. However there was a time when Aberdeen were the top dogs. Who could ever forget their 2-1 victory over Real Madrid in 1983 to lift The European Cup Winners Cup. Given that many of the Rangers titles are bent and should not have been conferred to Sevco Scotland, the moral high ground should be in the purview of Aberdeen. The last Scottish club to have won a major European trophy is being undermined by the pecuniary imperatives of their Chairman. I’m hearing talk of boycotts at Scotland’s second best club. One can but hope that these whispers become a cri de cœur.
There was a time when Dundee United made all right-thinking Scotsmen proud as they played with verve on the European stage, winning hearts and minds. Recidivist thinking knuckle draggers would always condemn them for their former name, Dundee Hibernian.
Hearts are complicit with their silence. Hibs’ SFA lickspittle chairman has issued a career-limiting statement. The Hibs fans are spitting blood and may be the first to instigate boycotts.
In many ways Peter Lawwell was a swan, gliding his way through the troubles of Scottish football to build a nest that the ugly ducklings could only dream of. The swan analogy is apposite as we now find, in recently released correspondence, that Lawwell was not taking the Rangers malfeasance lying down. There was a lot going on under the surface. He was ruffling feathers in Mount Florida.
Stewart Regan was quick to jump on the bandwagon of Celtic’s CL Group Stage qualification at the draw in Monte Carlo, swanning around like Billy Big Baws with a champagne flute in one hand and a Cohiba in the other. Regan was basking in the reflected glory of Celtic despite doing the square root of fuck all in Celtic’s interests. It was an ideal opportunity to wax lyrical about Transparency to his fellow CL travellers, kissing the right arses in his naked bid to ascend UEFA’s greasy pole. However in his desk in Scotland he has a golden gun and numerous silver bullets and he will do everything in his power to stop Lawwell getting his hands on them.
Scottish football will never be clean until the suppurating sores that are Regan, Doncaster, Dickson, Bryson and ménage à trois Ballantyne are excised from our game. Peter Lawell may need more than a Golden Gun. He may require a silver scalpel to extricate the pus.
I unreservedly apologise to Peter Lawwell for my criticism. You are the last bastion of decency in Scottish football. I have your back.