Over the years I have lost count of the number of times I asked Peter Lawwell to speak up and defend himself from ill-informed nutcases who thought him too exertive or not exertive enough. He continually refused, “What is best for Celtic?” was his repeated response. The real world is not as conspiratorial as many seem to think.
The man’s sheer intellect towered over Scottish football for 17 years. If you wanted to influence a neutral against Peter’s position, you needed your A game. Most went home to lick their wounds, many of them resentful. If you cannot outsmart him, blame his hidden hand, seems to be the excuse of choice.
The perpetrator of the fireball attack on his home in the early hours of the night will likely be caught; these types are seldom criminal masterminds. Although we know nothing about who did it, we can be sure it was a male, that he lives in an ocean of inadequacy, and that he was radicalised by those who this morning believe themselves to have clean hands. For the record, they do not. The script on the lone lunatic has not changed in 100 years, to a man, radicalised.
It is a huge mercy that no one was physically harmed. A decade on from similar attacks on Neil Lennon and his lawyer, the late Paul McBride, this could very easily have resulted in a loss of life. Peter, you will never walk alone.