This morning, I got an email from someone asking if I had seen Ryan Stevenson’s latest comments in the Daily Record, about Celtic. I was honest with them. I hadn’t seen them there, because I’m not a Daily Record subscriber. I’m not one of the people willing to pay that rag money to read the inane ramblings of a halfwit.

I am, however, grateful to the Celtic fan sites which picked up on the comments, because through them I did read what he had to say.

I’ve been round the houses on Ryan Stevenson.

Everyone knows how I feel about him and his output, which has been almost uniformly preposterous since his first column, that one focused on the colour of Wilfried Nancy’s shoes. If that’s how you start your so-called journalistic career, you don’t have a journalistic career. You’re a rabble-rouser and an attention seeker.

We’ve all met people like that. Toddlers screaming for attention. Loudmouths in pubs who think they’re the centre of the universe. There is no point engaging with them on their level.

Stevenson has now accused Celtic players of chucking it. He offers no explanation. No justification. Just his belief. Good for him.

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