BR-Exit – ‘I worried about the timing of it. How’s that for irony, Brendan?’ Sandman

Good grief. I was going to write a few paragraphs about Brendan Rodgers last week, about the niggling uncertainty of his tenure I’d been musing over since the summer transfer window and then the January window where planning was anything but long-term.

But I thought I’d stow it until at least the title was secured, otherwise a rambling speculative piece would seem like an attempt to undermine the general buoyant mood as we closed on 8.

I worried about the timing of it. How’s that for irony, Brendan?

Well, no gloves need worn now…

Brendan Rodgers doesn’t do three seasons. And he’s taken it to the limit this time. He wouldn’t have been here at all if it wasn’t for Slippy G getting kicked out the boot of a stolen Merseyside motor as it sped past Mordor last July.

I thought Rodgers looked annoyed by that one – as if his quitting Celtic before he’d beaten Gerrard would have been seen as running away from a nemesis.

Also, Boyata – on a promise? Burke – getting brought up to match-fitness for a big summer move to the Premiership? Will he come plundering, looking for our best – KT, Calmac, etc?

There’s no doubt he wasn’t seeing eye-to-eye with Peter Lawwell. And this turbulent departure is one way of sticking it to a board not without culpability.

But it’s also a way of sticking it to a support that adored him.

For all he’s done, if there’s an adverse reaction on the pitch, BR will be remembered not as the Messiah who restored the Celtic philosophy in grand style, but as Judas II, the man who quit on the brink of legendary status, gave them hope when theirs was all but gone, and cost Celtic the chance to re-write history for the good ghuys.

And the fact he’s smart enough to know all the above to be true, is evidence enough to dispute he really cared too much in the first place.

For what it’s worth, I think he’s got his eye on the Chelsea position – musical chairs there which will suit his as he spends a couple of seasons at Leicester raising his profile. And with all the sincerity you mustered to beguile us, Rodgers, I hope it really, really works out well for you…

He Wasn’t The MESSIAH, He Was Just A Naughty Bhoy

Sandman

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Some other comments…

“We’ve had worse days than this, but he is a big disappointment…always wondered about these loan signings which finish in a few months. Left in the lurch now and no defence at the end of the season…planning for the future?”

“So Leicester get a manager to secure their survival we get £6 million, Leicester stay up and get the Sky money, BR leaves for Chelsea or some other higher up club and Leicester also get their £6 million compensation back from the team he moves to, everyone wins the money go round makes sure the money stays in the game for the directors whilst the fans get shafted.”

“Agree with the sentiments of all the above. But think when it all goes t*ts up and it will because Leicester are not Man City so playing out from the back with the tippy tappy sh*t won’t work with the players that are there, they hit on the break. And all the teams below will get in the faces of his players and hope to smell fear, 2-3 bad results and nappies will be required. And the teams above, well you can guess what they’ll do. With a bit of luck BR will be seen on the Debate show and soccer Am greetin that he didn’t get time to sort it out. Quick word BR. Ranieri and Puel and there was another one who had to walk, player power and his Ego wonder who wins that battle mm. Bye bye Brendan we get 10 you sign on, Karma’s a bitch.”

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The Celtic Star founder and editor, who has edited numerous Celtic books over the past decade or so including several from Lisbon Lions, Willie Wallace, Tommy Gemmell and Jim Craig. Earliest Celtic memories include a win over East Fife at Celtic Park and the 4-1 League Cup loss to Partick Thistle as a 6 year old. Best game? Easy 4-2, 1979 when Ten Men Won the League. Email editor@thecelticstar.co.uk

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