A Kew Heavins exclusive: Celtic appointment of Rodgers a retrograde step, as the door opens wide for Beale to win a treble

So, it’s beginning to look more and more likely that Celtic will be naming “Mr. Terminado” their new manager.

This, in my esteemed and educated opinion, will be a retrograde step for the Parkhead side.

I should know, I’ve been reporting on the game here for 95 years, so nobody knows it better than an old codger like me.

Rodgers is a spoofing buffoon, a charlatan and a playboy.

He relies on the gleam off his teeth to dazzle opposition defenders to distraction.

Reports say that he is coming back to Celtic because he wants to make amends with the Celtic fans.

Yes indeed, I’d imagine it will soften the blow of having to do so by becoming the highest paid manager in Scottish Fitba history.

But never mind that, let’s get down to brass tacks and talk about the real issue at hand here, the Fitba.

As you all know, I’ve been a “Sellick” fan all my life, I once even had a framed picture of Brendan Rodgers in my living room, which I used to worship as a child growing up.

So nobody can tell me I’m anything else.

I wrote books about the “Sellick” too and I once had dinner with Mo Johnston, who as you know, is a “Sellick” all time great.

In fact, it was I who gave him the fondest of monikers, Le Petit Merde.

A term of affection, describing how he crawled out of a hole and made something out of himself.

Anyway, I digress, you tend to ramble a bit when you’ve been at this gig for 95 years, back to the Fitba.

Celtic’s appointment of Rodgers is a sign of how much the club is in decline.

In with the old, and out with anything at all that could be construed as new.

It is clear to me that the Absolute Nicest Gent Ever, Ange, (see what I did there?) was run out of Celtic Park for being too progressive and forward thinking.

The hierarchy baulked at the fact he demanded a £30billion war chest and wanted to put a lot of useless infrastructure around the place.

So they decided to contact Daniel Levy and tell him they’d let Ange go on the cheap for a cool £5 mill, which of course is a pittance in the EPL, because they knew poor Daniel was desperate for a manager since everybody else told him to shove it.

You might laugh, but I have all of this on good authority. You don’t spend 95 years in this game without building up some serious contacts.

Celtic want Rodgers back so they don’t have to spend money on players.

Then they can once again foist crappy loan deals and projects on him.

Of course Rodgers doesn’t care, because he’s going to be the highest paid manager in Scottish Fitba history, and that will keep him and his teeth, sweet.

Meanwhile, over Ibrox way, they’re jumping for joy.

The door was slightly ajar for Michael Beale to challenge Celtic when Ange Postecoglou departed, but with the appointment of Rodgers, its just been kicked wide open.

If there was ever an opportunity for the R*****s to win a treble, this is it.

His current recruitment drive thus far, which has been nothing short of genius, will make a laughing stock of Rodgers and his mixed bag of journeymen.

If getting Galacticos for nothing is your game, then Beale is a master at it.

He will make an absolute fool of Rodgers with his signings thus far.

And those clips of Butland in that famous Ibrox dressing room?

A piece of P.R. genius.

I’m a “Sellick” fan, of course, so none of this means much to me.

I just call it as I see it.

And as far as I can see, Celtic have hit the self destruct button with their pursuit of Rodgers.

This only ends one way.

Brilliant R*****s End Nasty Dominance And Naturally Restore Order Despite Ghastly Ego-maniac Rodgers’ Shenanigans.

There’s my prediction for next season if Rodgers is reinstalled at Celtic.

As you know, I’m always on the money with my acronyms.

Celtic have kissed next season’s title goodbye.

You heard it here first, exclusively.