03.01.2026 Celtic v Rangers, SPFL Premiership. Wilfried Nancy and Kwame Ampadu. Photo : Kenny Ramsay
LIONEL RICHIE – 3/10 – All that glitters is not gold. Out-tweaked by a wee German pastry patee. Out of a job by morning mass if there’s a God in heaven…The Nancy Bhoy gig is a one-trick pony parade. Very nice in full flow, but football has a habit of punishing glam and rewarding guts. When the carnival bandwagon spluttered to a stall with a tenuous lead, he had no agency about him to kick-start any sort of retaliation after the Zombies struck.
03.01.2026 Celtic v theRangers, Scottish Premiership. Michael Nicholson, Chris McKay and Brian Wilson. Photo Kenny Ramsay
No tactical alterations save nullifying our best player by switching wings, no inspirational influence from the sidelines as the team’s resolve fractured like spring ice. Impressive Power-point presentations and YouTube analysis with animated graphics, whiteboard magnets and vivid coloured-marker doodling…
None of these hypothetical masterclasses match the actual reality of 11 professional footballers having to implement the concepts on-field. THAT’S where you see if your intellectual designs can shape physical events. And all we’re TRULY seeing is flawed, suicidal repetition. Pumped in six out of eight, one scrapped win against 10 sheep and a basketball win on plastic. This recorded history of performances would suggest Winifred Nancy’s powers of manifestation are less David Blane and more Paul Daniels.
Celtic manager Wilfried Nancy reacts during the Scottish Premiership match between Celtic and theRangers at Celtic Park on January 03, 2026. (Photo by Ian MacNicol/Getty Images)
“You’ll like this… Not a lot, but you’ll like it!”
No. No, we don’t.
Bye.
Arne Engels of Celtic looks on as Thelo Aasgaard of theRangers is shown a yellow card by Referee Steven McLean during the Scottish Premiership match between Celtic and Rangers at Celtic Park on January 03, 2026. (Photo by Ian MacNicol/Getty Images)
MIBBERY – 5/10 – The flaming turkeys. A Rangers youth coach in charge and a linesman with a tattoo sleeve suspiciously heavy that stopped him flagging until he’d seen his Zombie scoring fantasy played out. And for 45 minutes there was nothing they could do to hold back the Celtic Tsunami. Yet, almost inexplicably, they’re the ones laughing up cartoon sleeves tonight. Bizarre.
No more needs said.
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