KR Reykjavik returned to action on Friday with a home defeat that leaves them five points off the pace with a game in hand after playing nine. The Icelandic league was suspended for two weeks prior to this amid fears of a second spike. It is a small mercy that they travel to Glasgow today with an equally unproductive August as Celtic.
I don’t know about you but I forget there is football on when Celtic are not playing. Consequentially, I was doing an ironing (the rock and roll lifestyle) when the phone went yesterday afternoon to let me know the greatest team never to win a trophy dropped points at Livingston.
If you are old enough to have ‘getting the ironing done’ as your weekend highlight, you will remember how the 90s worked. Rangers would drop points, giving us hope that this was our time, but then Kilmarnock, or the like, would extinguish any light in the dark. Every new season started with desperation more than hope but we carried the knowledge that we were simply not good enough.
For some reason, I found a draw at Pittodrie on the opening day of the season in 1996 devastating. The previous year brought only a single league defeat all season. We made huge strides but needed to turn many of the 11 draws that cost us the campaign into wins. Andy Thom scored a last minute equaliser in a game Celtic battled for everything, but deep down I knew, this was the same story I had watched played out the previous eight seasons.
Dropping those points at Kilmarnock made the table look ominous but we got an insight into the calibre of others yesterday. Time for others to stress about what will be celebrated in May.