CHARLES Dickens’ classic character, Wilkins Micawber, lived by the ever-hopeful principle that something would turn up.
One year on from liquidation, the denizens of Sevconia and their dutiful MSM lackeys cling doggedly to that same rudderless philosophy, convincing themselves that nothing has really changed on Planet Fitba’ and that it is only a matter of time until the present storm clouds clear and the natural order of things is restored. That someone will emerge from the current glowering shadow of financial and institutional ruin down Govan way to stabilize their affairs and usher them back to their presumed hegemony within Scottish football and society.
One thing is certain (surely the penny must have dropped by now, friends) – short of some sort of calamitous encore of the post-CW descent into the bowels of impecunious ruination … Liquidation II, if you like … the grotesque tribute act that is “The Rangers” is going to be allowed and indeed assisted by all possible means to wend its way back into the fabric of our national sporting obsession. Purely for the good of the game, you understand.
Wee Tax Case … Big Tax Case … EBT’s … so-called “dual contracts” … allegedly dodgy registrations … “threatened” title-stripping … inquiries … investigations … reports … legal threats … claim … counter-claim … mud, blood, snotters, smoke and mirrors. All have come, gone and may or may not return to haunt us – and still the Peepel’s bandwagon rolls on its merry way.
Know what – in the immortal words of Rhett Butler, “Frankly … … I don’t GIVE a damn!”
Well, I do, really – in the interests of justice and fair play – but I’m sure you see where I’m coming from. In the long run, the only thing that really matters to me, as a Celtic supporter, is the on-going well-being, success and prosperity of … the CELTIC. Let everybody else stew in their own juices and at the end of the day, what will be will be. Hopefully the last man standing will be wearing a white hat.
Tell you what – make that a green and white hat!