Maybe it’s an age thing, but nowadays I don’t get too caught up with the feeding frenzy of transfer rumours in August and January.
That’s not to say I don’t get excited about Celtic securing the services of such a wonderful talent as Patrick Roberts, regardless of whether he’s on loan or here permanently, of course I do.
But with the advent of social media, Celtic are linked to players almost daily, and usually the ‘source’ is no more credible than a pish stained guy in a pub who knows a pal, who’s friends with an agent, who’s uncle played for Brechin!
There’s also the ‘Twitterati’ for want of a better expression, who after a few games of FIFA or Championship manager know how to spend our Champions League million’s better than Brendan Rodgers and Peter Lawwell. Bless.
For guys like me, it used to be enough to see the new Bhoy stand on Celtic Park with a green and white scarf, expressing how happy he is to join such a fantastic club with it’s amazing support.
Until Maurice Johnson.
Now, us Celtic Da’s prefer to wait until the player runs out on our hallowed turf with the Hoops on. The we know there’s no turning back from there…
A lesson well learned.