Gary Robertson ⚽There are no longer any excuses.
We witnessed the LASK fiasco, the Rangers capitulation, the humiliation by Ferencváros. And the icing on the cake - the white flag waving surrender at Celtic Park to Rangers once again on Sunday.
I’m certain I can’t be the only one who, whilst trying to remain outwardly optimistic, knew deep down that Celtic would lose.
Again - and I feel like a broken record - no one should ever expect victory. On any given day any team can pull off a result. It’s not the losing that hurts but how you lose.
It was a cowardly performance. There are too many on the park wearing a shirt they don’t belong in.
Celtic a team born from adversity, tragedy and necessity, a team with a fighting spirit, have become the whipping boys of Scottish football. No one fears us anymore and rightly so. What’s to fear? We’re as toothless as your average Tommy Robinson fanboy and as cowardly as the keyboard warriors on social media who know full well they’d never say to your face the things they’ll post online.
There’s no fight, no grit, nothing.
We all watched it. Some now celebrating and well done to them. Clearly McInnes has Martin's measure. Derek set up a plan, his team played their football and managed to outfox Celtic.
Of course, from my perspective and that of Celtic fans around the globe, it’s been as painful as nailing your genitals to the floor. Again we’re willing to endure if the team are at least giving us reason to believe but they’re not.
I checked player ratings after the game, and without singling out any particular player we had 3s and 4s with a couple of 6s At Home against The Rangers.
We’re not playing PSG, Barcelona or Bayern - it’s Rangers and our players are clueless.
Of course at the final whistle the rumour mill went into meltdown with tales of O’Neill leaving, takeovers, player strikes all sorts. And whilst these are fun to play with online I’d much prefer to stick to facts and the facts are this:
⚽The board are failing the manager
⚽The manager is failing the team
⚽The team are failing the fans
⚽The fans are becoming irate with the board
⚽The board are remaining silent (or at best some pathetic rebuilding for the future excuse)
Celtic had an opportunity to open an eight point gap on Sunday. Instead our lead is cut to two.
Some may say it’s overreacting, melodramatic perhaps to be so concerned at this situation but I’d argue apathy is what’s landed us here now.
The happy clappers who tell people like me to “get behind the team it’s now they need you” are fucking deluded.
We got behind the team, we’ve been behind this team for decades, we’ve seen bad teams, bad players, bad managers but there was always hope, always something to believe in. Players would pull on that jersey and play with pride, they’d walk onto that hallowed turf and know Celtic isn’t a club, it’s a cause. They’d understand the history, what it meant to play there, and we would at least admire their efforts and performances. This Celtic team have given us nothing to cling onto in the last few games. As I said before scraping one goal victories against new promoted sides or bottom six side teams made us look far better than we are. Our first real challenge, and we crash out of the League cup. Our first real challenge in the league and we roll over and surrender.
I suppose we can be grateful for small mercies in that it’s three weeks now til Celtic play again (Away to Motherwell on Oct 11th) so that’ll give us time for the pain to subside. Instead we can be disappointed by Scotland, oh what joy.
After the match on Sunday I noticed I’d spilled coffee on my shirt so I quickly removed it and launched it across the kitchen to my washing pile. It landed in the bin and for several hours I swithered whether to leave it there but at 0130am it got its reprieve. However it might be stuck on a hanger and hidden away in the wardrobe for a while as right now Celtic are genuinely affecting my mental health.
I’m sure I’m not alone.
So yes I apologise that this weeks column is shorter than usual and nothing but gloom and despair but right now a very heavy dark cloud hangs over Paradise.
We’re left now to speculate. Will Martin walk? Will Desmond sell up? Will the team find the form we so desperately need them to? Or will we in fact be travelling home from Motherwell after another rank rotten performance?
Time will tell but one thing is for certain we will still be Celtic fans/supporters. That doesn’t change. The one constant is in our DNA. We’re not “fair weather” fans, we’re people who over the years have invested hundreds if not thousands of pounds into Celtic. We’ve been entertained, we’ve celebrated and we’ve cried together but we’ve walked on with hope in our hearts as the song says but right now I think it’s safe to say that hope is wearing thin.
I’ll wake up tomorrow, next week, next year (if God spares me) a Celtic fan but I beg of this team - find some passion, some pride. Give us fans a team to believe in. We’ll accept defeat if that defeat is matched with determination. What we can’t continue to witness is this Celtic team thrashing around like a beached salmon waiting to be put out its misery.
There’s a magpie that often lands on the fence outside my sitting room window. I wish he’d bring a friend.
Finally fuck Ed Sheeran
🐼 Gary Robertson is the TPQ Scottish football correspondent.
Celtic are a team in terminal decline.
We witnessed the LASK fiasco, the Rangers capitulation, the humiliation by Ferencváros. And the icing on the cake - the white flag waving surrender at Celtic Park to Rangers once again on Sunday.
I’m certain I can’t be the only one who, whilst trying to remain outwardly optimistic, knew deep down that Celtic would lose.
Again - and I feel like a broken record - no one should ever expect victory. On any given day any team can pull off a result. It’s not the losing that hurts but how you lose.
It was a cowardly performance. There are too many on the park wearing a shirt they don’t belong in.
Celtic a team born from adversity, tragedy and necessity, a team with a fighting spirit, have become the whipping boys of Scottish football. No one fears us anymore and rightly so. What’s to fear? We’re as toothless as your average Tommy Robinson fanboy and as cowardly as the keyboard warriors on social media who know full well they’d never say to your face the things they’ll post online.
There’s no fight, no grit, nothing.
We all watched it. Some now celebrating and well done to them. Clearly McInnes has Martin's measure. Derek set up a plan, his team played their football and managed to outfox Celtic.
Of course, from my perspective and that of Celtic fans around the globe, it’s been as painful as nailing your genitals to the floor. Again we’re willing to endure if the team are at least giving us reason to believe but they’re not.
I checked player ratings after the game, and without singling out any particular player we had 3s and 4s with a couple of 6s At Home against The Rangers.
We’re not playing PSG, Barcelona or Bayern - it’s Rangers and our players are clueless.
Of course at the final whistle the rumour mill went into meltdown with tales of O’Neill leaving, takeovers, player strikes all sorts. And whilst these are fun to play with online I’d much prefer to stick to facts and the facts are this:
⚽The board are failing the manager
⚽The manager is failing the team
⚽The team are failing the fans
⚽The fans are becoming irate with the board
⚽The board are remaining silent (or at best some pathetic rebuilding for the future excuse)
. . . And so on.
It’s a vicious circle that needs to be broken and fast. Celtic need major investment. A clear out from top to bottom. Dare I say a new manager? Yes, but more so for 74 year old Martin's sake and his health. A clear out of the dead wood and new younger hungrier players brought in. The old adage that Rome wasn’t built in a day applies here but I’m sure we’d all accept a few lean years if we at least saw progress. I know I would. Right now the only progress in the Glasgow fishbowl of football is with Rangers.
Celtic had an opportunity to open an eight point gap on Sunday. Instead our lead is cut to two.
Some may say it’s overreacting, melodramatic perhaps to be so concerned at this situation but I’d argue apathy is what’s landed us here now.
The happy clappers who tell people like me to “get behind the team it’s now they need you” are fucking deluded.
We got behind the team, we’ve been behind this team for decades, we’ve seen bad teams, bad players, bad managers but there was always hope, always something to believe in. Players would pull on that jersey and play with pride, they’d walk onto that hallowed turf and know Celtic isn’t a club, it’s a cause. They’d understand the history, what it meant to play there, and we would at least admire their efforts and performances. This Celtic team have given us nothing to cling onto in the last few games. As I said before scraping one goal victories against new promoted sides or bottom six side teams made us look far better than we are. Our first real challenge, and we crash out of the League cup. Our first real challenge in the league and we roll over and surrender.
I suppose we can be grateful for small mercies in that it’s three weeks now til Celtic play again (Away to Motherwell on Oct 11th) so that’ll give us time for the pain to subside. Instead we can be disappointed by Scotland, oh what joy.
After the match on Sunday I noticed I’d spilled coffee on my shirt so I quickly removed it and launched it across the kitchen to my washing pile. It landed in the bin and for several hours I swithered whether to leave it there but at 0130am it got its reprieve. However it might be stuck on a hanger and hidden away in the wardrobe for a while as right now Celtic are genuinely affecting my mental health.
I’m sure I’m not alone.
So yes I apologise that this weeks column is shorter than usual and nothing but gloom and despair but right now a very heavy dark cloud hangs over Paradise.
We’re left now to speculate. Will Martin walk? Will Desmond sell up? Will the team find the form we so desperately need them to? Or will we in fact be travelling home from Motherwell after another rank rotten performance?
Time will tell but one thing is for certain we will still be Celtic fans/supporters. That doesn’t change. The one constant is in our DNA. We’re not “fair weather” fans, we’re people who over the years have invested hundreds if not thousands of pounds into Celtic. We’ve been entertained, we’ve celebrated and we’ve cried together but we’ve walked on with hope in our hearts as the song says but right now I think it’s safe to say that hope is wearing thin.
I’ll wake up tomorrow, next week, next year (if God spares me) a Celtic fan but I beg of this team - find some passion, some pride. Give us fans a team to believe in. We’ll accept defeat if that defeat is matched with determination. What we can’t continue to witness is this Celtic team thrashing around like a beached salmon waiting to be put out its misery.
There’s a magpie that often lands on the fence outside my sitting room window. I wish he’d bring a friend.
Finally fuck Ed Sheeran
🐼 Gary Robertson is the TPQ Scottish football correspondent.
























