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Date: 16th April 2023
Mr. Postecoglou says never on a weekend…
Good Friday…
Parkhead…
An important weekend ahead…
For the team…
What do they need most of all…
To look sharp…
Maintain their crafted elegance…
Look the part of lady killers wherever they may roam…
A haircut…
Picture the scene…
A queue snaking out of Mr. Postecoglou’s Emporium of sartorial elegance and dashing drapery, of hirsute happiness and feet tapping funkiness…
There are tales told of this authentically Greek/Oz shop of delights where you can go in looking like a skank and turn out looking like a … new man.
But it’s Parkhead.
Friday…
Pensioner’s special day…
Reminiscence and how things ought to be as they once should have been in the day of yore that either never happened or Alzheimer’s has kicked in and it did, but nobody else noticed.
Already the chair has seen Mr. O’Neill, who popped in and told tales, most surprisingly of a comeback planned for the town of Leicester. Polite and reverential as always, Mr. Postecoglou nodded and made the right noises in almost all the right places as he made eye contact with the carer who confirmed contact had been made between the parties and Mr. O’Neil may actually be back in the saddle in the near future. Would have been all right had he been a cowboy, thought, Mr. Postecoglou.
Then came in Mr. Deila in a flying visit. Wanting to catch some of the action over the weekend, his brief sojourn in Belgium appears to be going well though he claimed he was a man in demand and might be shifting homes soon. When Mr. Postecoglou asked if that meant a return to Parkhead, Mr. Deila, reacted as if the previous experience had scarred him too much and he shivered. Mr. Postecoglou dropped his enquiry but once again, the accompanying carer made the shrug of his shoulders and confirmed that indeed a move on the continent may be imminent but there are quite a few who are not happy at the possibility.
The man Mr. Postecoglou most wished would not make an appearance, like a ghoul at Christmas then entered the shop and walked straight up to the wee step needed by the kids to get onto the chair.
Mr. Strachan.
A legend.
To some.
A mouth.
To others.
But never less than opinionated. Mr. Postecoglou had long since realised that the best thing to do was to listen and nod as if there was nobody else in the world who had such wisdom, even when genetics were being discussed.
Mr. Strachan had views on genetics. Mr. Strachan had most views on most topics and was actually quite a knowledgeable wee guy as it happens… But he was ever always telling you so.
Mr. Strachan opened the verbal chess match between them thus, “so what’s this I am hearing about you not working a Saturday nor a Sunday?”
Mr. Postecoglou nods, remembering that the best thing to do was to listen and nod as if there was nobody else in the world who had such wisdom. Though he had always not worked the weekends, and never made a secret of this, he was surprised that Mr. Strachan, a knowledgeable wee guy, as it happens, had not known this.
“Is that an Australian thing or a Greek thing? Cos, we have barbecues on a Saturday and ma pal, who is Greek, he works on a Saturday at the kebab shop.”
Mr. Postecoglou, remembering that the best thing to do was to listen and nod as if there was nobody else in the world who had such wisdom shakes his head.
“I mean I could understand it if you were stowed out, you know, run aff yer feet but yer a hairdresser. You cut hair. I mean how difficult can that be?”
Mr. Postecoglou shrugs, just remembering that the best thing to do was to listen and nod as if there was nobody else in the world who had such wisdom, even though at that time he was sharpening the cut throat razor, his back shop, filled with clothes that had labels on them, which were much sought after locally – Lacoste, Fred Perry, Nike, Adidas – and a queue outside that Mr. Strachan had completely ignored to get to the front of.
“Anyhoo, what ye up to at the weekend. Big weekend this Easter. Lots of things happening, wouldnae want tae think of you missing out on oanything ye know.”
Mr. Postecoglou puts up his hand and makes a motion that he needs to just go and see to something in the back shop, before exiting to that self-same back shop. He stands for a moment or two. His shop assistants, his first eleven, all look up at him as if he is going to spill some wisdom. The captain of his ship, Mr. MacGregor looks up and asks on behalf of them all, “Mr. Postecoglou, you all right? I know it is stocktaking this weekend and it will have a major impact, you know but we were all wondering if this will have a major impact on us, you know, going forward, with things and how things might look at the end , I mean some of us are on fixed term, well you know how these things weigh on your mind and all that, but if this is the wrong time, I mean I know you are busy and things are hectic and all that but if you could see yourself in any way to tell us…”
Mr. Postecoglou raises his hand to stop the inane drivel. He speaks.
“Nothing gets decided on the weekend.”
He turns and returns to Mr. Strachan who is now telling Mr. Postecoglou all about how he could better run his shop and make that much more cash to ensure the survival and the legacy… blah… blah… blah…
Whilst the author, asserts his right to this as an original piece of work there is no evidence that Ange Postecoglou cuts the hair of ex Celtic managers, unless you know differently, so this is clearly a piece of fiction.
The fact is that during the week, Ange Postecoglou, erstwhile Celtic manager, ahead of the Auld Firm, opined that whilst beating Rangers could have “a major impact” on the Scottish title race insisted that “nothing gets decided on the weekend”. And in other news, Martin O’Neill has been contacted to possibly take over again at Leicester City and Ronny Deila, may move from his current club FC Bruges to Standard Liege. God knows what Gordon Strachan is up to… Is he still in Dundee?
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