Celtic Da Weekly 06/09/24

Let's all laugh at Rangers

Hello, good morning, and welcome to the Celtic Da Weekly. All the rainbows in the sky start to weep, then say goodbye. You won’t be seeing rainbows anymore. Setting suns before they fall echo to you, “That’s all, that’s all,” but you’ll see lonely sunsets after all. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. It’s over. The league is over.

Well, as long as Aberdeen doesn't surprise us, obviously.

What a week it’s been. The transfer window closes with plenty of nice things for us all to enjoy (if he does nothing else Engels was worth the money for that “Amazing” comment), an incredibly decent Champions League draw has us dreaming of the Allianz Arena on May 31, 2025, we blow the bad guys away at Celtic Park, and we’ve had a week of revelling in zombie misery as they insist on public flagellation on the radio, social media, YouTube after YouTube, and, of course, in person. You know things are bad when the most rabid guy at work admits they’re shite. This was the week thousands of Celtic fans turned into amateur therapists: “Go on... and how did that make you feel?... Uh-huh...” There’s no need to rip into them this week—they’re doing a cracking job of it on their own. The best thing we can do is step back and watch as they indulge in some good old-fashioned immolation.