Annual Grievance Meeting

Once more, it is the winter of our disconnect.

Yesterday the An Post van passed me on the bóithrín, so I knew that I had mail.

I hoped it would be a book I’m waiting for.

Instead, it was my notification for the Celtic AGM.

Like Dermot Desmond, I won’t be attending.

It is obvious that the Grey Brigade are under orders from their golfing overlord to avoid the shitshow of last year.

After the Greenock gig, it’s clear they’re on something of a charm offensive.

If my Celtic network is any gauge, then their efforts aren’t seen as charming, but they’re definitely offensive!

Quite simply, very few Celtic supporters seem to have any faith that this bunch is either honest or competent.

Like most embattled establishments, the Ancien Régime in Kerrydale Street underestimates the scale of its unpopularity.

The Gey brigade might think that the Sans-culottes on ACSOM are a noisy, unrepresentative nuisance.

Actually, they SHOULD be concerned about people like David Low and his colleagues in Celtic Supporters Limited.

Fergus McCann’s guy in 1994  is a serious man to be treated with respect.

The dwindling number of board loyalists hope against hope that the man with the moustache has a Grand Plan.

Taking time out from a Pro-Am in Mboto Gorge to issue an angry fiat to his non-verbal CEO does not a strategy make.

Across the city the nativist neighbours finally have sensible people in charge.

For example, there is now a distinct lack of legal own goals with commercial partners that provide entertainment in the courts.

Sensible people.

My information is that Mr Derek’s European failure required a £3m injection, and I’m told it duly arrived.

For the avoidance of doubt, the Delaware Crew aren’t benefactors, and every Dollar will have to be returned with a few other greenbacks attached.

They’re there to make money, not to bankroll the supramcist delusions of the trailer trash of a dead empire.

Remember it’s about the Dollars.

Always the Dollars.

Because of the club’s inbuilt financial advantage to remain domestically dominant, all Celtic have to be is competent.

Now, dear reader, that’s the problem right there.

Here, Charlie Methven on the Celtic Exchange Podcast with Paul John Dykes of ACSOM dissects Celtic’s current malaise.

There is no plan.

There really isn’t.

 

Charlie Methven sees Mr Thirty-Five Per Cent’s influence as a clear red flag.

He’s not wrong.