This chaotic season is heading towards a summer of uncertainty and potentially devastatingly harmful inaction, if Dermot Desmond’s puppet board do not take swift and decisive action. And this time, it must be the correct decision.

You there! Stop that sniggering!

The only evidence of this board acting swiftly and decisively, outside of raising their compensation packages, is the termination of the unfortunate Wilfried Nancy.

A mistake of their own making, and one they didn’t even have to confess publicly with the customary vague admissions of unidentified missteps. This one was painful, damaging, and as clear as the view from Ben Nevis on a sunny Highland day.

Now that they have demonstrated just how badly wrong they can get it, I’ve no doubt we’re all rightly nervous about the next appointment.

As with the CEO position, the state of the football department and dysfunctional decision making over transfers, makes the Celtic manager’s role very unattractive to those with a successful track record at a top team, who have no preexisting attachment to the Club.

Despite being the recommendation another of Dermot’s stellar appointments, the prat in a hat masquerading as a director of football operations, Brother Wilfried was a horrifying glimpse into what the future may hold.

In reality we’re looking at someone sliding sideways or stepping up. Either way there will likely be insufficient evidence on which a future DD prat might hang his hat.

It’s very challenging to look at a CV constructed in a different club environment and a different league, and be certain of a man’s character, as well as his ability.

Because there lies definite doom.

The inability of an individual to process the reality of the expectations, despite expressions of appreciation. The failure to fully grasp what having to win every game actually means. The relentless pressure from fans, and the malign narratives of those bad faith actors that love nothing more than a Celtic in crisis.

And a crisis is what we’re facing. The scale of the squad reconstruction required in the summer could cause Bob the Builder to have a nervous breakdown.

In one of the greatest strokes of good fortune in the club’s history, the Eddie Howe debacle left them desperate enough to make a radical appointment. Ange brought with him detailed knowledge of an underappreciated and largely untapped league, a super agent on his side, plus a lengthy career of demonstrable success in varied environments.

That knowledge, and the super agent, were absolutely crucial factors. I maintain that Ange was probably the only person who could have rebuilt the squad so successfully within the financial strictures placed upon him by the board. We are still flogging the core of that team nearly 5 years on.

Only one of the proposed managerial candidates that I’m aware of, possess the level of knowledge of unfamiliar markets upon which the foundations may be laid for this coming rebuild. Ange clone Kevin Muscat.

Despite his brief ties to the dead club, I’d have Muscat, Muscat’s Mammy and Muscat’s Cat before I had the morally impaired Robbie Keane.

Others like Askou may be great coaches, but without comprehensive change behind the scenes, we will need much more than that. Recruitment will be core to our success.

Martinez is a myth. No club management for a decade and couldn’t start until long after he would be needed. Kieran McKenna isn’t coming unless we use the magical money reserves, and as we know by now, that emergency glass is not to be broken even in the face of another zombie apocalypse.

Martin may be a safe pair of hands on the pitch, but to progress it’s the recruitment knowledge we will need. The challenges were perfectly illustrated by the attempted permanent signing of Mvuka, seemingly the other useless cousin of George Weah.

Desmond’s obduracy on transfers puts any new manager at a massive disadvantage, both with lack of resources to identify potential players, and the finances to acquire those with the requisite talent.

They surely couldn’t do it to the legend that is blessed Martin? That was the belief in the January window. Yet they did.

Why? Incompetence or intransigence?

Unfortunately, the intransigence has led to a situation where incompetence has flourished.

All roads lead to Rome they say.

And all of Celtic’s problems lead to the boardroom.