Mr. Boyd loses it…..

Date: 12th January 2025

Mr. Boyd loses it

It was time.

Time to file.

Local journo meister, Mr Boyd stared at the computer screen and wondered whether or not he should press send.

After a few moments, he stood up, walked round his office, contemplated life, the universe and everything in it, before he sat back down and had his finger hovering over the return button that would send off his latest epistle into the Ethernet and make other people angry.

Picture the scene.

Mr Boyd is sitting in a wet January morning contemplating life and as it is a Sunday, looking out at other people not having to go to work.

But for Mr Boyd, the life of a journalist is something that he craved, wished for and spent a great deal of time working towards and now he had responsibility weighing heavily upon him.

Having initially been an enthusiastic supporter of Inspector Clement, he now was sitting looking at the latest case he was involved in in Dundee, thinking “this is an absolute disaster.”

His belief that the sureté of Govan were broken was certainly compounded by Inspector Clement’s lack of finding things out in the City of Discovery.

In fact, Mr Boyd was suggesting Inspector Clement had been found out chasing a number of pickpockets in the city who had managed to steal their way to a brilliant result for them whilst Inspector Clement has swamped the city with 77% of the city covered by his officers.

The spree of pickpocketing just went on.

In fact, it flourished.

The head of the gang, a notorious Mr Docherty, managed to outwit Inspector Clement at every single turn.

Mr Boyd, having put his neck in the line for Inspector Clement when he was initially appointed, was now beginning to feel the pressure.

In fact, he was beginning to feel that his powers of observation were being tested to their absolute limit.

“It’s a disgrace,” he had written. “Wait until his next visit to the city” This was very soon.

The excuses Inspector Clemont gave to the media afterwards, was something Mr Boyd struggled to comprehend.

Knowing that the notorious Parkhead Pickers had managed to be put to the sword recently, it had seemed that Inspector Clemont had made some strides forward. There were people beginning to nod sagely at the progress being made, thinking that Govan was finally a safer place for those of a particular persuasion.

But now, now again, the doubts that had been creeping in were beginning to become vociferous.

In fact, there was a clamour that was beginning to become a roar around Govan that Inspector Clemont was not the man to keep their streets clean.

Of course, it had not helped, according to Mr Boyd and others, that the management structure within the Sureté in Govan, had been lacking recently.

But that was no excuse, according to Mr Boyd.

This needed fixed, and it needed fixed now.

As he re-read his words that said, “there is no progress at all, it’s done, and you can tell it’s over to the management now because that’s the last two away problems we’ve been at and we’ve had enough. It’s going to get to a stage where people stop believing anymore. And then you will see the real problems start to materialise in Govan because this simply cannot continue.

Mr Boyd sat back, looked again at the computer screen, having read that last bit with some glee.

Glee not because he didn’t like Inspector Clemont, but because he thought it was the highest level of journalism that he could muster.

And he pressed send.

It was now to be posted.

It was now going to be out.

There were going to be people who would read it and see exactly what Mr Boyd thought of Inspector Clemont.

He stood up, went to the coffee machine, cursed it.

It was empty.

He went downstairs for his double macchiato with oat milk and chocolate hundreds and thousands sprinkled on top.

Mr Boyd sat, savouring his treat, relishing the fact that once again, instead of Inspector Clemont’s name being muttered on the lips of those who lived in Govan, it would be his.

 

Whilst the author asserts his right to this as an original piece of work there is no evidence, unless you know differently that Kris Boyd takes a double macchiato with oat milk and chocolate hundreds and thousands sprinkled on top, so this is clearly a work of fiction.

The fact is that after Rangers recent debacle in Dundee, Kris Boyd went on a rant. I am grateful to The National for printing it in full… “Wait until the next game, I think it’s Dundee United away. You could just play that interview again for the next one. It’s just excuse after excuse. We can sit here and we can speak about injuries but Dundee have got injuries. There’s a Rangers team who should come up here and wipe the floor with Dundee yet they were hanging on. 13 points out of 33 away from home is a disgrace. You can speak about progress, there is none. You speak about players being tired and low on confidence, you absolutely destroyed Celtic a week ago or 10 days ago, destroyed them and now you are struggling for confidence. You draw a game and you lose a game before the Celtic game, there was no confidence battle going into the Celtic game. Now after it, you’ve drew two games again and all of a sudden there’s a lack of confidence. It just doesn’t make sense. I just look at the club right now and on the pitch, it’s broken. There is no patterns of play, there’s nothing. You are hoping. You look at Igamane with that little bit of quality on Sunday [vs Hibernian], you always refer back to the Celtic game as Rangers’ best performance of the season but it cant just be a one off. We know that. We can speak about it but it’s an absolute disgrace that Rangers are in this position. You can say that you’ve not spent money, but you have, there’s been money spent. Yes, there’s been cost-cutting but there has been money spent. There has been no improvement, he spoke about the injuries as well, that’s actually worse, then moving players around and having to play extra minutes. Guess what? You are are football player, that’s what you are paid to do. There is no progress at all. It’s done and you can tell. It’s over to Patrick Stewart now because that’s the last two away games we’ve been at and those fans have had enough. It’s going to get to a stage where they stop coming to games and then you see the real problems start to materialise for Rangers because this can’t continue.” It is not quite Roy Keane-esque, but he is getting there… Baby…

 

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