The quintessential crisis club is playing for its survival tomorrow with a loss set to extinguish more than its hopes of a maiden trophy, a defeat will drive its investors towards taking King’s 20 pence offer in massive numbers and its younger players to a cut-price transfer frenzy in the summer.
Bates has already jumped ship for a modest request of just 7,500 a week, chicken feed when compared to Alves, Herrera and Pena who continue to draw massive wages for no return.
The Buffalo is also in the dock having promised to score against Celtic publicly, if he fails his worth will plummet from the current valuation of nothing confirmed to any offers accepted.
King’s cold-shouldering looms and if he is not propped up with European Football and a trophy the howls will increase from the deluded, if he is allowed to offer his trust without a prospectus then he will likely take on a majority shareholding meaning the penniless King will be holding the baby as the Ibrox ship sinks.
There will be no war chest, there will be no fancy manager even if Pardew is a name that fits that billing, there will be no celebrations, there will be no first title.
Clouds are brewing over Mordor, tomorrow if Celtic set up a chance of double treble we can also put one hand on the 8 in a row Premiership, we can cripple that little team’s prospects for next year before the fixtures are even released.
In their 6 year history, this is the most important game they have yet had scheduled, a game not just playing for pride or a trophy, they are playing for survival.
Tomorrow Celtic will defeat Sevco and then we will see a certain demographic stumble into meltdown and the tribute act lurch towards a death long anticipated.
There will be no coming back this time.
Prediction 3-0 Rogic, Dembele and Griffiths to score.