There’s a ton of wisdom out there on the concept of “perspective”. A quick google will pull up tons of quotes, articles and methods via which an individual can gain perspective, alter his or her perspective or indeed simply appreciate the world around them. We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are. If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change etc etc. In context we’ve landed on an exceptional week based on our acceptance of exceptional circumstances as normal. And that’s grinding the pure fcuk out of my gears right now.
We’re in a “difficult moment” to borrow a modern football bullshit-bingo banality. We’ve picked up one point from a possible nine, across two competitions. In a week. Which isn’t great by any stretch but is toxic in the context of Celtic, and more potently toxic in the context of Celtic in the last two decades. On the face of it we have a stuttering engine, no clear system of play, we’re in poor form, our structures are all over the place, we have misfiring forwards, supported by confidence fcked and injured defenders and a midfield that’s neither a clattering bunch of thugs nor a bunch of artistes. In fact folk would have you believe we’re barely functional as a unit. Yet, in context, what are we really?
Win a game in hand and we’re 3 points off the pace. We have myriad positions impacted by players being unavailable. We’ve had COVID societally fcuk us right up. We’ve had Boli the clown followed by the grandstanding of Sturgeon. We haven’t had a settled team since March. We have new signings still getting up to speed. Fitness still eludes many as a result of the mentions of above. Our talisman is out due to COVD and soon to return. Our backup and dependable defenders in Bitton and El Hamed are COVID victims yet soon to return. Forrest is now seen as the vehicle he really is – totally critical to our forward play. Jullien is now seen as the vehicle he is – dominant and while no Van Dijk, a decent ball playing centre-half. I could go on but the point is, context is the only thing that matters.
We’ve won 11 out of the last 11 trophies up for grabs. Comfortably (we nicked one admittedly last year but that’s to be expected). We’ve won 9 titles in a row. We continuously sell our best players yet continue to win titles. We’re running at a loss like the rest of football but we’re OK, have £18M in the bank and another £13M facility if needs be. The board backed the manager this summer through all the madness. And, based on the above, why would they not?
Ya see, what’s grinding my gears even more is the moany snowflake Canada Goose jaiket wearing wee snides among our support. “Lenny get tae fcuk”. “Announce Lennon out now” – podcasts, comments, threads, message boards, twitter replies on social media to our financial statements. What the actual fcuk are we becoming???
Know one thing in context. Neil Francis Lennon has given Celtic the best part of his career and life. He’s been a constant in our success of the last decades. He’s endured more than most of us ever will. All for Celtic. You don’t just throw that out into the skip because things aren’t top notch all of a sudden. There are problems. Yes. But really? And before the pigeon hole attempt comes battering the door down creating pro-Lenny and Lenny-out camps; to fcuk with rear view sentiment too by the way. Neil Lennon is a well-paid man, paid well to do his job. And if he fcuks it he lives with the consequences. But, with no small amount of irony, we’re all ingrained in his “fcuking it” or not. Bizarrely if he fails, we the support have failed too. The interwoven tapestry that is Celtic Football Club over the past decades has allowed us to get fat and lazy and fall asleep at the wheel. To become complacent. To take success – unprecedented success in the history of Scottish football – for granted. To behave like a bunch of entitled charlatans.
We all want success. We crave, demand and are hooked on it, this year of all years.
But what we don’t do is throw one of our own in front of a bus at the first sign of pressure. Fcuk that. And fcuk those who do. And for the moany aul bastard to the spoilt millennial and beyond wanks among us, clambering like the hordes across the city for a man’s sacking, go back and ask yer Da about the 1990’s pre-Fergus. Ask him what Jansen’s season really felt like and what it meant. Ask him about the pressure of it. Ask him about Luigi Macari, Carl Muggleton, Wayne Biggins, Stuart Slater, Tony Cascarino, Liam Brady et al.
Then take a long hard look at yourself and have some perspective.
Hemingway wrote you should never write about a place until you’re away from it, as being away from it gives perspective. I miss Celtic Park. I miss the pre-COVID thing that was enjoying us getting to NIAR. In context, and with perspective though, I’ve never felt more determined to support our club. This level of dominance won’t ever happen again in our game, possibly in our lifetimes. Appreciate what you have. Warts and all.
We are all Neil Lennon. I’m behind the man 100%. I think you should be too, no matter what the next few weeks bring.
No league title was ever handed out in October.