There are old adages aplenty about leagues being won and lost over the entirety of a season, but this season is spiralling and I really can't see when the tailspin ends.
This is a Celtic team bereft of ideas and craft. This is a Celtic team without an identity or purpose. This is a Celtic team which runs out of energy after 60-minutes and seems incapable of altering the course of football matches.
There is no one point of blame......it is a totality of the circumstances which have created this situation.
The Board have to be held to account for this malaise. Of course there are the usual suspects who deserve a kicking, but there are also a whole battalion of cowardly chinless wonders who have lurked in the shadows, stole a wage and offer little to no practical input.
A few nights at the Knights of Columbas does not a Celtic director or board member make. Freeloaders and expenses bandits are abundant within our conclave and for as much as Lawwell and Son deserve every ounce of the shite they receive, there are a whole litany of 'Celtic Men' who have empowered and enabled their overall buffoonery.
Brendan also needs to take a long reflective look into his mirror mirror on the wall (in fairness, I doubt that's much of a chore for someone as vain as Buck is). The man does not know how to alter the course of a game. The tactics are insipid at best, non-existent at worst and just watching the players strongly suggests that Brendan just isn't rubbing their rhubarb. There's another old adage about 'losing the dressing-room', I don't think it's just the dressing-room that Buck has lost, I'm pretty sure he can't find the plot either.
Finally, the players have to take a long, hard look at themselves too. I don't want to be too hard on boys like Scales, Welsh, Ralston etc, but if anyone seriously thinks that that is the back four of Champions, then perhaps you can find your own plot while you help Buck look for his.
CalMac looked inspired against the huns and hasn't kicked a ball since. Big Matt looks like his head's in Madrid and there are more tastier wings in Nando's than there currently are in Celtic shirts.
Nothing new being written here that hasn't been written before by nearly every contributor to this site. We all see it unfold before us in real time and surely to fuck if we can see it, then the supposed brains trust at Celtic Park must have at least some clue as to how bad it is too.
Just like most of you, I have no issue with Celtic losing or drawing games. No team has a divine right to win, but I cannot tolerate the indifference, the lack of passion and fight and the general incompetence we are currently witnessing from the three main branches of our club.
I'm away to shout at random passers-by for the rest of the day.......only feckin joy I get lately