Was planning on driving all the way up to scotland to watch the game with my dad. I havent been home this year, we have had some bad news in the family and I cant get up to see anyone so I thought "fuck this virus, I want to see my dad". My partner talked me out of it, with my parents health issues I could kill them by hugging them, if I take the virus into their home, thats a scary thought. Chances are I won't get to see my mum, dad, sisters, nieces and nephew's this year. So instead I watched the game at home with my little girls celtic teddies , they both had dance exams yesterday so couldn't watch with me. My backs still sore after injection ( out please, this is a woe is me story after all). So I watched that shit alone. With you folk on noise keeping me company . After the match I was bombarded with texts and calls from my hun mates up the road. "The gap is closed. Mind the gap" and all that shite. So I went to bed last night in a shite mood. Angry at lennon, celtic and covid, wanted to see my mum and dad. Tomorrow will be a better day. Woke up this morning to see my Celtic new feed pop up with stories of lennons fucking agent arguing with fans and realised that between our board and management we have been dragged down to the pathetic commical levels of sevco of a few years ago. And we havent seen it coming. They have been quietly going about their business. And us, we have laughed at stories about their jerseys, court cases, signings and mocking their players for being confident. While our club has limped from embarrassment to embarrassment, players agents in the media, negative stories in the media, team selections leaked, stories of players not liking the set-up (these stories are coming from our own bloggers) and now our managers agent arguing with fans all over social media. Our club need to get a fucking grip and soon. If i wanted a better day today I should have left my fucking phone switched off!!! Rant over. Hope you enjoyed lurkers. Cunts!!