The odious Rod Petrie is behind the appointment of Alex McLeish EBT (£1.7m). Petrie is the darling of the sub-committee gobshites. When most have given up the will to live or reverted to a post prandial slumber (crab claws marinated in Sauterne anyone?) Petrie will still be at the lectern boring for Scotland.
Petrie is the president-elect of the SFA. He will take over from McRae in June 2019. To get to the top of the greasy pole he will pucker up and kiss the arse of any corrupt official, including Sir Bribe & Lie’s Montreal Trust mainstay, Campbell Ogilvie.
However it’s what Petrie does behind the scenes that counts. When McRae was in Aberdeen on Sunday evening sounding out Duncan Fraser and Derek McInnes, Petrie was cosying up to Alex McLeish EBT who apparently now lives in Glasgow’s old money enclave, Bearsden. Of course there’s nothing old about McLeish’s money. The majority of it came in the form of a £1.7m tax-evading loan from an EBT sub trust in Jersey. Prior to living in Glasgow’s most enviable address McLeish was to be seen in the West End’s most fashionable watering holes that were no more than a Walter Smith spit away from his palatial apartment. An apartment which HMRC should take a close look at as its provenance might lead a cynic to believe that McLeish was engaged in yet another tax dodge. Capital Gains tax? Surely not
Petrie was the go-between in The Five Way Agreement. In an e-mail written by Stewart Regan, Petrie was delegated with the task of briefing Charles Green. He was charged with apprising the estimable Mr. Green of how they were going to shoehorn his basket case of assets into the SPL. The prosaic fact that the ink had barely dried on Sevco Scotland’s formation was not a factor. The three years of running a tight ship prior to entry to the professional leagues was being waived via a wheeze from Rod McKenzie. Sevco Scotland would be the operator of the quintessential essence of Rangers, an ethereal entity with no legal personality that went by the name of RFC. The former ‘operator’ Oldco had gone bust. The new operator Newco would be entrusted with taking RFC forward to its 141st year. This concept conveniently ignored the formation of a limited company in 1899 and laughed in the face of The Companies Act. When the SFA tried this on at The Court of Session their counsel contended that the law had yet to catch up with this innovation. The judged rebutted him by stating that he only had recourse to the law and had no time for a metaphysical entity. An entity that owes its metaphysical existence to the corrupt cabal that run Scottish football.
When Peter Lawwell suggested that McRae and Petrie should take a long look at themselves, Petrie set about sending him a Get It Right Fucking Up You missive. Alex McLeish with a team of tax-evading illegally registered players had deprived Celtic of the title in 2002/2003 by 1 goal, and in 2004/2005 by 1 point. The latter became known as Helicopter Sunday. The former was the centrepiece of a domestic treble where tax cheats Ronald De Boer and Barry Ferguson EBT (£2.5m) figured prominently
The fact that each and every player in McLeish’s 2005 title-winning team was evading tax and illegally registered was not known at that time. Lord Nimmo Smith would later have us believe that Rangers did not have a competitive advantage as Celtic could have also cheated by not properly registering their players and not paying the tax that was due. The Supreme Court’s Lord Hodge gave Nimmo Smith and his kangaroo court a swift kick up the arse.
McLeish acknowledged that he could not have competed against Martin O’Neil’s juggernaut without recourse to EBT. All seven titles won by McLeish were in the 15 that would have been rescinded from the Ethereal Entity had it been admitted to the SPL. In many ways I wish it had been as the titles would have been stripped and we could all have moved on.
Petrie is rubbing Lawwell’s nose in it. Rangers cheated, depriving Celtic of seven titles, and there’s fuck all that Lawwell can do about it. When the latter requested a review of the procedures that allowed Rangers to engage in systemic cheating he was politely told to go fuck himself.
McRae is a weak man who has trouble keeping his tie out of his soup. He apparently now orders consommé as his blazer and brown brogues have been badly stained. Petrie is the power behind the throne. So suck it up Peter. Rangers cheated and got away with it. If McLeish wishes to appoint Alex Rae EBT (£569,000) Lawwell can but reflect on the cheating that took place on his watch since September 2003.
In other news Murray Foote has been axed from The Daily Record. This title sold an average of 134,087 copies per day in January. In the days when Sir Bribe & Lie was dispensing succulent lamb tidbits they were selling north of 300,000. As a shipbuilder’s son I grew up in a house that took The Record. It doubled as a toilet roll. How apposite.
New editor David Dick has been credited with the ‘strides’ he has made in digital media with Glasgow Live, but surely no-one at this site falls for PR puffery:
Glasgow Live 40,976 visitors per day in January
Mail Online 15,641,619 visitors per day.
Dick is an Aberdeen supporter. This will not go down well with the blue horde that rail against Darren Cooney’s references to zombies in his Twitter feed. Cooney and I once went toe-to-toe on Twitter. He threatened me with legal action. Keith Jackson jumped in to help out his £150,000 per annum Sports Desk editor. One wonders whether Trinity Mirror can afford to retain Cooney. The only guy in his team worth reading is Jackson, other than the occasions where the unseen hand of Yuanker Traynor is up his kilt twisting his meat and two veg. The unseen hand of Darren Cooney on a train has been brought to my attention. Rumour has it that British Transport’s finest were involved. I’m having this checked out as I write. Watch this space.
Meanwhile that other former mainstay of a Scottish Sunday, The Sunday Mail, posted even worse results:
140,743 sales, a drop of 16.31%
Would it be too much to ask if Celtic-hating Gordon Waddell was first out the door from the blood-soaked walls at Central Quay? His father pulled strings to get him the job. However his influence like that of The Sunday Mail has waned.
Who needs The Daily Record or The Sunday Mail when one has access to The Sitonfence Speakeasy where the reportage is additive free?