A few hours ago we discussed Brendan Rodgers eventually retiring from Celtic through old age. That took a step close to reality today when he signed a contract which commits him to the club until 2021.
Brendan knows that he and Celtic are perfect for each other. He has no interest in returning to England, or leaving for foreign shores. He has made his home in Scotland, at Celtic, the club he loves.
If you think Champions League group stage and an unbeaten 38 game domestic season are the limits of his ambitions, think again. He has been planning for the period up to 2021 since shortly after arriving at the club, keen to build a lasting and memorable legacy.
I’ve reprinted today’s earlier blog below, as it’s pertinent to today’s announcement. And there’s a bit about the Celtic Disabled Supporters’ Association dinner dance………
The earlier blog:
You will have noticed minds elsewhere have recently turned to the most difficult question in Scottish football, how will Celtic’s inextricable domination of Scottish football be stopped? If you have been reading CQN for as long as I’ve been writing it, you’ll know the information you should consult on this question is the financial fundamentals.
Celtic’s domination was assured since well before it was predicted here (in 2004). Our only opponent worthy of the name was indulging in an orgy of irresponsibility. While the eventual outcome was more delightful than any of us dared hope, the consequences for the Scottish title were always going to end up the same way.
Celtic just needed to stave off the desire to join the lemmings, keep to a responsible budget, and their long-term outcome was assured.
But this is not the issue most commentators ponder when considering how Celtic will be clawed back into the pack, all they can see is a manager with the apparent Midas touch. While Brendan is here, the story goes, it’s not even worthwhile discussing Celtic’s domination.
I agree with this point, although I could add that Ronny won two leagues more than comfortably, Neil won three, and when Brendan eventually reties due to old age, we’ll be very capable of recruiting an effective talent.
There’s been a fascinating juxtaposition this week on the subject of Brendan as he secured his first title as Celtic manager. 11 months ago, when Ronny announced he was leaving, Peter Lawwell drew up his targets. Two names were at the top of the list, Brendan, and now-Sunderland manager, Davie Moyes. Both were interviewed and both knew each other was under consideration. I’m pretty sure Celtic were prepared to sign up the first one who would commit.
11 months on and, from 100 miles away, life seems to be disentangling for Davie Moyes. The jocular threat to slap a female reporter is systematic of a man who is losing control. After a promising honeymoon period at Sunderland, his team is destined for relegation, most probably as bottom of the division.
There is a haunting realisation in the North East that, like a struggling swimmer who has bobbed below the waterline a few times, the next time they are under could be a great deal more consequential. Moyes’ reputation has taken more than a slap.
I remember Davie as a player (splay-footed and unconvincing), and wanted his as Celtic manager when Gordon Strachan resigned. His decade at Everton provides ample evidence of his genuine talent. These are the things my mind turns to when his name is mentioned.
When Brendan hears Davie’s name, what chance he thinks, “There but for the grace of God………”
We’ve got a great manager, but he knows he’s got a great job.
Celtic Disabled Supporters Association
Kerrydale Suite, Friday 21 April
The Disabled Supporters Association invite you to addend their annual Dinner Dance later this month. Tickets are a mere £25 per head, which includes a three course meal, live entertainment from The Foggy Dew, and a Q&A with Jim Craig, Bertie Auld and Tom Boyd.
The trophies will be there for photos and there will be lots of additional entertainment. All are welcome.
For tickets, contact email@example.com or 07514-059870 (office hours).
Enjoy your weekend.