My heart sank yesterday like a rich tea biscuit into a roasting hot brew when I read that Peter Lawwell was back in an official capacity at Celtic Park. It’s beyond the realms of any reasonable person to honestly paint this decision as anything other than it is: shocking and dangerous.
Lawwell had his bite at the cherry and enjoyed almost two decades of running the Celtic football operations as if he were a footballing whizzkid. Unfortunately for us – yeno the fans? – we had to endure him lurch from one disaster to the next as he fumbled around trying to meet the bottom line for Daddy Dermot without the hint or even a scintilla of a rational plan for our football club.
Trying to overreach his boundaries continually, it worked with Lennon (which is why he wanted him back in the lead up to the ten) and Deila but he couldn’t get Rodgers to get on board. As Niall J pointed to in his brilliant piece on the debacle yesterday, we have replaced one autocracy with another. It’s even more pernicious than the last actually; they make out they are benign custodians but really they are chancers just the same.
It stinks. It stinks to the high heavens if you ask me. Lawwell and his debauched ways cast a dark shadow around the beating heart of Celtic Football Club and should have been cut out for good when he stepped down as CEO. Never fear though when Desmond is here, right? It’s an under shambles this appointment and if we’re not careful it will see off another top-class manager in Ange Postecoglou.
I’m having none of it from the Lawwell fanboys and groupies; if they hadn’t supported this imposter so vociferously maybe, just maybe, we wouldn’t have spent an hiatus away from Champions League football and been left with the gargantuan bridge to gap that big Ange is trying mightily hard to address.
Peter Lawwell is the Ghost at the Feast and no amount of spin is going to change that fact.
Get the brasso out, Peter’s back in town.