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For those who advocate having a paywall on our site, the jury is still out. True Blue Treachery solicited interest. I’m not convinced that many lurkers would have stepped up just for access to our site. Will there still be a book from Whyte and his ghost writer? In many ways I have stolen their thunder. One can but speculate that he did not anticipate someone with my sources having access to it. Having said that it would be naive of me to overestimate my reach. There are still those who take their news from tabloids. The Sun and Evening Times, notably the odious Robert ‘Two Short Planks‘ Grieve and the Level 5 Lickspittle Chris Jack, did not disclose the source of the leak so as to deprive our site of traffic. The former was so stupid that he asked Brendan Rodgers if he was having a mid-life crisis? With a British record of 64 games unbeaten in domestic competition, if this is a crisis Celtic fans would be eagerly awaiting the ensuing drama.
This drama was not evident on Wednesday evening. No-one expected a win in Paris. However a 7-1 rout will have taken its toll on confidence and morale. It’s at times like these that Rodgers and his team earn their corn. The events in Paris must be as relevant as old confetti. There is a fresh batch on offer this afternoon. Only those with the mettle to compete against The Steelmen will make the squad of eighteen. Barring controversy, Rodgers should lift the fourth successive trophy of his reign. However the gap between Celtic and Motherwell will not be the chasm in the CFC defence that was carved open by Cavani, Neymar and Mbappé. Motherwell have a dog in this fight. They will be physical and uncompromising. I will follow every minute of this match with rapt attention.
Those who have the misfortune of following Rangers Lite only have the cold comfort of an unlikely Motherwell win to cheer. Being beaten by the cup winners will be spun as an achievement. Of course as Hamilton and Dundee have proven, Lite are no more than bang average mid-table fodder. Whyte’s revelation, that the denizens of the Blue Room must give the impression that Lite are a big club, still holds true to this day. The beleaguered board who cannot hire a credible manager to save their AGM, have had the audacity to suggest that the accounts show that Lite are on an even keel. If being shipwrecked on a sandbank is an even keel, then there may be a scintilla of truth behind the spin. The demise of the new club has clearly not registered with James Blair’s Club 1872. They will vote for all 11 resolutions and equity dilution like headless fowl. They goose step to the beat of the arch-criminal’s drum.
Should Aberdeen prevail in the back-to-back encounters with Lite, the latter’s season will be over. Murty would be well-advised to park one of Douglas’ buses on Wednesday, the eve of the AGM. A third loss on the spin, and no manager, would not bode well for events in The Clyde Auditorium. However one should never underestimate how stupid RIFC shareholders can be. They will be happy to be stuffed by King prior to a spin on the rotisserie. A full frontal lobotomy would be a step up for many of their number. The sentient neuron in their echoing cranium answers to the nickname of ‘Billy Nae Pals.’
The Makeshift Messiah could speak in tongues and get away with it.
It would be remiss of me not to mention that there will be three Celtic and Motherwell encounters in the space of six days. Should Celtic prevail in the home and away SPFL games, with Lite losing both encounters with Aberdeen, the beleaguered new club would find themselves fifteen points adrift of their city rivals having played one more game. If Celtic prevailed in this game, an eighteen point gap would ram home the folly of hiring an imposter to manage the squad at Murray Park. A little bird has whispered to me that the rogue board have found a buyer for Lite but surely no-one would be that stupid?
I will give the last word on this piece to Charles Green who corresponded with me yesterday from Dubai. He commended your humble author on the veracity of my analysis of Whyte and The Switcheroo. Praise from Caesar.