Giovanni and the Jenga tower

The burning question today on Planet Fitba is will Sevco’s accounts be out before the next British Prime Minister has resigned.

The clock is ticking because of the time scale from accounts to AGM.

So that’s plenty of time for the next Brit Prime Minister to decide that leading the failed state isn’t worth the free dinners.

At some point last night or early this morning, Liz Truss realised that the game was up.

Apparently, the scuffling in the division lobby over the fracking vote was the deciding factor for many Tory MPs to move against her.

Rammygate.

When you know it’s time to go; then there isn’t any point in prolonging the situation.

I find it wonderfully appropriate that the new Downing Street lectern is a Jenga tower.

She lasted 45 days in the job before it all came crashing down.

For the avoidance of doubt, I was a huge Liz Truss fan.

Never interrupt your enemy when they’re promoting a total nugget.

Dear reader, they once had an empire, the first genuinely global imperium with the biggest navy on the planet.

Their historic decline has been rather like how Ernest Hemmingway described the process of going bust:

“How did you go bankrupt?”

“Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.”

So she’s resigned, and we await the next nonentity.

My preferred candidate is HMS Mordaunt.

In fairness, she isn’t the galaxy-sized abyss of incompetence that is Lizz Truss.

However, she is suitable for Britain’s reduced circumstances in 2022.

A country with a navy that boasts more admirals than surface ships.

It is a second-tier state playing dress up and harking back to the days when they really were important.

Now they’re just embarrassing neighbours.

We need to work through things with them apropos the Six Counties, but that’s a process rather than a one-off event.

32 is the future.

There comes a time when the pretending is over, and you have to face up to reality.

As a nation, the Dutch prefer to face up to the facts on the ground.

That is why I think relations between Sevco’s current manager and some of the brethren in the Blue Room are somewhat strained at the moment.

There was certainly an air of resignation about Giovanni last night.

My first thought on seeing this candid post-match interview was this:

Will he be the Sevco manager for the next match in the competition next January?

Certainly, the opinion of many on dignified messageboards is that he is in the departure lounge with Liz Truss.

One wiseacre observed to me recently that the Ibrox klanbase is ONE bad domestic result away from utterly imploding.

Of course, their likeable, straight-talking manager would be blamed should that unfold.

That would be deeply unfair.

As regular readers will be aware, I reported that after the Motherwell match, the likeable Dutchman had a free and frank exchange of views with a member of the Sevco High Command.

They’ve failed to back him after he negotiated the qualifying rounds for the Champions League.

Next up is the Università di Napoli.

The Ibrox klanbase would be well advised to Do Staying Away.

Meanwhile, across the Clyde, the Hoops go quietly about their business, putting together a squad that will deliver more silverware.

Do not be surprised if the January transfer window is another busy one.

What is certain is that this Celtic manager is in complete control of all football matters.

Lawwellball is dead.

If things go to plan, expect some new faces, all first-team starters, in the door for the resumption of hostilities in 2023.