Now the bampots have their own social media. Ryan 118 and ACSOM have far more reach than Jackson and the Record.
Either he doesn’t know the Laws of the Game or he refuses to implement them. Neither option is acceptable.
His national side want him to go for a week over there. We at this minute would probably prefer him to stay.
He seems to think that his monthly VAR Review is some sort of confessional. He admits all of the sins of his referees, is forgiven then they all go out the door and carry on as if nothing had happened. Repeating their errors every week.
Instead of hitting the board squarely in their weakest spot – their EGOs – on the big UEFA stage, knockout tie with the world watching, they picked a low-stakes game. Why? Because they were scared. That thread alone exposes the weakness, the lack of guts.
Peter is up there as the greatest ever Celt. Putting Jock Stein, Willie Maley, Brother Walfrid and Fergus McCann in his chubby shadow.
But at a recent meeting with Glasgow City Council’s Safety Advisory Group (SAG), Police Scotland objected to the ultras returning and that position was subsequently adopted by the SAG.
Coming from Lanarkshire he knows the background of John Beaton, the great taboos that legacy media outlets will never go near.
Mental strength. Organisation. Discipline. The unglamorous qualities champions tend to possess when circumstances demand it.
He was pushed into a room with the Celtic Fans Collective— who have had their fill of these disingenuous windbags who hold office atop the Celtic Way, surrounded by mahogany and sycophancy — entirely unbriefed on the matters to be discussed.