Allow me to set the scene. It’s midnight Monday and a media throng are assembled in the Theatre Of Shame press room awaiting the unveiling of Celtic’s new “superstar” signing. The room has a front door and a back door – the hacks are sat facing the stage as a slitty pair of eyes appear at the rear-entrance. No, it wasn’t James Torbett, it was Peter Lawwell. With a smug expression on his face, he enters and sits down.
But who’s that hovering in the background, looking lost and refusing to enter the room? Why it’s Celtic manager Tony Mowbray. He hangs back, loiters beyond the door and takes no part in proceedings. In a carefully orchestrated piece of nonsense, Robbie “The Messiah” Keane and his entourage then enter through the front door. What happened next was the most cringe-worthy display of narcissism ever witnessed at a Scottish media gathering.
Lawwell, no doubt foaming around his groin area, attempts a “round of applause”, which fails spectacularly. No, I’m not making this up. The newspaper guys remain silent. They are embarrassed, mystified and dismayed. They lower their heads in disbelief.
Make no mistake about it, this is a Lawwell signing. Likewise the plethora of Far Eastern non-entities who have appeared at Dr. Death’s Door recently. Note Lawwell’s words regards the Keane signing:
He said: "We've been persistent over the last few windows.”
"And I know Struan Marshall, his agent. So, each window I've been pestering him about Robbie's situation.”
We revealed to you earlier in the season that Mowbray had complained to another SPL manager about Lawwells’ interference in team matters. Seems Lawwell was determined Keane was coming whether Mowbray liked it or not. Nothing has changed, no wonder he looks haunted. 
Meddling sycophant Peter Lawwell (above)
Meanwhile Radio Clyde’s Peter McGuire-Martin, the self-proclaimed “Biggest Tim in Newarthill” informed the world that he has it “on good authority” (it will be no surprise to you to hear that Mr. Blobby has contacts within Celtic Park) that Robbie Keane is being remunerated at sum of £85,000 per week. That’s “life-long Celtic fan” Robbie Keane, who on signing on at Anfield in 2008, was pictured as a teenager in his bedroom, surrounded by eh….Liverpool posters.
The rumblings of discontent amongst the Bheastly remain strong. From boardroom to manager to playing staff to the less gullible of their followers who can see beyond the end of their own nose, they know something’s not right. The temporary signing of Keane is a last roll of the dice for a Celtic hierarchy who have watched crowds dwindle and fans protest.
One “Celtic-Minded” journalist commented “this is a huge gamble…if it doesn’t come off, Lawwell should pay with his job”. It remains to be seen if Celtic and Keane can rescue their league challenge, but after their result at Rugby Park, it’s looking an increasingly daunting task. Especially for a manager who plays second-fiddle to an interfering sycophant.
Time will tell. |
