CELTIC FANS TARGETTED IN PETTY KEITH JACKSON RANT
- BY LIAM CARRIGAN
- 1 hour ago
- 3 min read
Before we begin today, I hope you’ll indulge me in a wee preamble. I want to give some context to what I’m about to say.
I have never met Keith Jackson personally. I have no animosity towards the man on a personal level.
He doesn’t know who I am, and outside of his writing, I know nothing about him.
I don’t have a go at him because its personal, or because I’m self-entitled.
I have a go at him when its obvious, in the context of his job, that he is either lying or grossly incompetent as a journalist.
As someone who studied for years, first at college then at university, to earn the right to call myself a journalist, it angers me when people treat this profession with disrespect, arrogance and entitlement.
In fairness, these are all behaviors that Jackson has excelled at throughout his time with The Daily Record.
Jackson Launches Cowardly Attack on Celtic Fans Who Write Far Better than Him
If you’re wondering what I’m on about, here’s the opening paragraph of Jackson’s latest unfiltered drivel masquerading as a newspaper column.
“Let’s get one thing perfectly straight for all of the numbnuts out there. You know, those oafish, self-entitled unfortunates who, against all odds, are even more gormless than they appear to be at first sight.
Even though that in itself takes a bit of doing.
“No, rightly or wrongly and despite what these misinformed non-entities might tell you, Barry Ferguson doesn’t believe he stands so much as a puncher’s chance of becoming the next Rangers manager.”
Grammatical errors aside, who exactly is Jackson having a go at here?
Well, a number of writers in the Celtic blogging community, myself included, have written numerous comedic responses to Jackson’s own demand a little over a week ago that Barry Ferguson be given the Rangers manager’s job on a permanent basis.
Jackson opened his article by saying “trust me, when I tell you about Barry Ferguson”
He then proceeded to verbally massage Barry Ferguson’s ego for several, sickly paragraphs.
Since then, Rangers still haven’t won a game at Ibrox, and they’ve been knocked out of Europe.
So, I really don’t think, with “journalism” standards like this, Jackson is in any position to call any other writers “oafish, self-entitled unfortunates.”
I’m tempted to channel my inner Ange Postecoglou here and say “Keith, Mate, come on.”
If we’re going to talk about oafish, self-entitlement in sports journalism, I could also use a common Glasgow phrase:
“Well, Keith, you f*cking started it!”
Now, I don’t think for a second that Keith Jackson’s pathetic little diatribe, before he proceeded to walk back pretty much every positive thing he said last week about Barry Ferguson, was aimed at me.
There are other, better writers in the Celtic fan content sphere with a far bigger reach than me, who hold a similar contempt for the p*ss-poor approach to journalism that hacks like Jackson personify.
But, if Keith Jackson did read my work, and it offended him; if I upset or angered him, with my harsh words about his fast-food approach to reporting, then I would just like to say directly to him now, with the greatest of respect and sincerity:
Good.