Stop sobbing, Deek

"So what happens? He gets the title shot outdoors on the ballpark and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville!"

Derek Riordan, who has been whining to the tabloid press about his tough time at Celtic strikes me as a nice enough lad with no sense and a fondness for the dummy.

I always suspected he wasn't the brightest when he said that his mother knew how to pronounce Riordan but his dad didn't because "look at the way it's spelled". It's just as well his old mum didn't marry Mr Colquhoun or Deek would be spitting out a heck of a mouthful to the polis at weekends.

Several months ago Stephen Pearson who gave everything to get into the team, had to move on but acted like a Celtic player should with maturity and dignity. Almost every Celtic fan is delighted that Pearo earned promotion to the Premiership. In his place we have a greetin'-faced wee boy who thinks that the odd flash of ability makes him a certain starter. He is a good player who can either knuckle down or head off to West Brom or Cardiff City.

Gordon Strachan gave all the strikers a chance - admittedly Kenny Miller more than others. That was because Miller's attitude and work rate meant that the team always got something out of him and because he deserved every break he could get. If Riordan, Craig Beattie, Maciej Zurawski or even Jiri Jarosik had turned chances to goals in the way that Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink managed, they would have been regular starters. I'm sure WGS would have loved that scenario - not least because the title would have been wrapped up in March.

So save the whine, Deek, look at videos of Lee Naylor, from your mansion that Celtic paid for, and figure out what he's doing and you're not - and get your hair cut!