I was on the bóithrín today, enjoying a break in the tsunami that’s been coming off the hill recently. Oceanic climate and all that. The phone jumped in the pocket, and it was a call I had to take from a man I’ve known from back in the day. We first met when Rangers were still alive, and the world was younger. He had some serious scéal for me. While protecting his identity, what he told me is worth passing on, as the transfer window shambles at Celtic appears incurable...
