Is there a factory somewhere in England where they churn out detestable trumpets like Regan, Doncaster and Green?
The general consensus after the first leg was that HJK had gotten off lightly and had, in fact, escaped a real old fashioned 'doing' at Celtic Park.
Oh what a tangled web they weaved to protect the cheats by their deceitful ways.
A club whose sheer arrogance and sense of entitlement meant that they simply refused to play within, and abide by, the rules and laws of the game.
They sang. They chanted. They danced. They conga' d. They huddled. They entertained...
This season has already passed into Celtic folklore as one of the most dramatic, enthralling (hilarious) and, above all, thoroughly enjoyable in the clubs richly woven history.
"...after hearing the message from Rangers supporters and fans loud and clear (“Yank go home!”), I notified the administrators today that I have withdrawn my bid for Rangers and will not be moving forward."
The truth of the matter is that Scottish football was, and continues to be, little more than an organised protection racket for the sole benefit of Rangers Football Club