Some conversations prove difficult to forget. But, even as this one was taking place, it all seemed peculiarly glass-half-empty. Perhaps, heaven forbid, even a touch paranoid. Peter Lawwell was sipping on a cup of tea in an oak panelled office just off the side of the Parkhead boardroom.
All very plush and perfectly civilised but, experience dictates, a place best avoided nonetheless. Every now and then throughout the years a request would be received for a one-to-one chat with Celtic’s chief executive and very often it felt more like a summons than an invitation.
That’s the way these things tend to play out with most clubs when something has been written or said which causes considerable consternation for whoever happens to be in charge. Anyway, whatever it was that put a bee in Lawwell’s bonnet on that particular day, Celtic were ticking along rather nicely under his stewardship.
