WHEN IT COMES to commenting on Scottish Fitba, nobody has come close to the wisdom of Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr, the guy credited with first saying: “Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose”. We have been where we are before; ok, not too-often, but, every now and again one of the 'Diddy Teams' rises to the occasion and figuratively boots one or other of the Big Two in the cojones, to the general merriment of the fitba community.
So, while the Celtic Family fulminate amidst wailing and gnashing of teeth, and Ra Peepul celebrate, the rest of us, those of us who do indeed suffer in the cause of a Diddy Team, we look towards Paisley and tell the delirious Buddies to Carpe diem and enjoy the winning feeling. Because, the Big Two will be back to lord it over us soon enough.
We should not be too surprised that the Buddies did the business on Sunday, in its relatively-short existence, under unpteen different guises, The League Cup has thrown-up some unusual winners, it is perhaps the Scottish competition which offers the minor players the best chance of embarrassing the perennial favourites, long may that continue.
The guy I feel most sorry for at Celtic Park is Manager Wilfried Nancy. He maybe didn't realise, when he took the job, the madhouse he had stepped into – well, I think he is starting tae ken noo. Over the last decade and a bit, while the other lot imploded, failed to learn their lesson and have stumbled through upper level management crises, always self-inflicted, the sense of victory entitlement down London Road has gradually ramped up.
Only time will tell if Nancy is to become a great Celtic manager, or one to be almost dismissed as a bad appointment, but, he has certainly dug himself into a hole very quickly.
The thing is, to those of us who marvelled at The Lisbon Lions, or The Quality Street Gang who came after them, this current squad lacks that important element – quality. Even in the dark days, when Celtic were not even Rangers' main challengers domestically, the team had some diamonds. In the 20 years between the end of World War II and Jock Stein returning as Manager, Celtic won:
1 League Championship
2 Scottish Cups
2 League Cups
In that period they only qualified to play in Europe in three of the nine seasons of European football
OK, that period saw the Celtic Family reduced to celebrating the occasional success, such as the League and Cup double in 1954, Hampden in the sun in 1957 and the lifting of the St Mungo and Coronation Cups, but, for all the disappointments, they could watch teams which contained some stellar talents – home-grown Scottish caps such as Willie Miller and Frank Haffey, Mike Haughney, Dunky Mackay, Jim Kennedy, Bobby Evans, Eric Smith, Paddy Crerand, Billy McNeill, Bobby Collins, John McPhail and Bertie Auld. They had their great Irish trio of Sean Fallon, Bertie Peacock and Charlie Tully.
The Kelly Kids, the youth development system which saw raw diamonds polished to the level of Scotland Under-23 caps was the envy of Scotland, while even journeymen players such as Jock Stein were good enough to win selection for what was at the time, the considerable honour of selection for the Scottish League XI.
I look at some of the exotic multi-national talents on the field on Sunday and I ask: are they really better than home-grown Scots, guys who would be fans on the park might be?
I have long held the belief, in domestic games, Celtic and Rangers are generally facing an opposing side containing three of their own fans – determined to demonstrate, they are good enough to wear the strip; three of four of the other half's fans, determined not to lose to this lot, and that makes for a harder game. The best Celtic and Rangers teams always have had two or three fans on the park, other than Callum McGregor I don't see that in the current Celtic squad.
I reflect on the legacy of The Kelly Kids and The Quality Street Gang, then I look at the reality of Celtic B – currently lying tenth in the 18-club Scottish Lowland League, the fifth tier of the Scottish Football Pyramid, behind such giants of the game as Broxburn Athletic and Gala Fairydean, (no disrespect towards either team intended) and I have to wonder: what is going on at Celtic Park?
When I ruminate on the current situation, it is perhaps just as well that Gerry McNee lang syne put away his lap top. I recall, some 40 years ago, entering The Horseshoe Bar for a liquid lunch with Dan Archer, Doug Gillan and Hugh Taylor (I only keep the best company). On entering, we encountered one of the Titans of Scottish Fitba writing, whose career had been ended prematurely, when he opted for an evening of passion in a Leeds hotel, with a willing Yorkshire lass, to the first leg of the now legendary Leeds United v Celtic Battle of Britain.
This writer was a well-known Partick Thistle fan, as of course was Dan and they consoled each other with a brief acknowledgement of how tough things were at Firhill at that time – I can envisage similar doleful conversations among the Celtic apologists in the media this week.
Meanwhile, my thoughts are with my Buddie friends in the media, guys such as David Ferguson, Bill Leckie, Graeme Macpherson and Charles Young Esq. I bet they are enjoying this week, however, I caution them, gentlemen – dignity and humility in victory.
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