JOE, former Glasgow
cabbie, lang syne retired to Ayr, is “Token Tim” in our gang of
coffin-dodgers. He knows I am indifferent to his beloved Celtic – I
don't care who beats them; just as I don't care who beats the other
cheek of the sectarian earse.
So, when I wandered
into our Wednesday meeting this morning, he looked-up and said:
“Right, get it over with, let's have your rubbish about last
night”.
What could I say? Other
than, there really was nothing to say. Celtic did very little wrong
last night,but were still swept aside by a side playing right at the
top of their game. Barca played some wonderful stuff, and, to
Celtic's credit, they never resorted to putting the boot in.
But, if this can happen
to our best team by a distance, just how far have we fallen. I know
we could cite the massive gulf in resources, finances, tv income and
support between the two clubs, but, it's only money.
The Lisbon Lions were
paupers in comparison with Inter Milan – that didn't stop them
winning, but, the Lions' feat in winning the European Cup remains a
one-off for Scottish football. We are never going to be able to
attract talent such as Messi, Neymar and Suarez to Celtic Park or any
other ground in Scotland – but, we could still, if we ever got our
act together, breed players of that standard. We did once, we can
again, but, only if we have a root and branch overhaul of Scottish
football.
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