A conspiracy theorist industry was born


With three weeks until the scheduled kick off of season 2020-21 and 25 days until Uefa’s deadline on submitting champions for season 2019-20, the Scottish Government will today permit football to be played behind closed doors.

An industry was born this spring for conspiracy theorists who insist Scottish football would have been able to complete last season’s league programme, with blame variously laid at the feet of the SPFL or Peter Lawwell.  The former were told in no uncertain terms by the Government that the game would not resume as early as it has across Europe.  The latter, with his club sailing towards nine-in-a-row, wanted the season finished on the pitch.

Facts never matter to conspiracy theorists, they are too much trouble.  Lazy thinking will allow them to reminisce about what happened this spring for decades to come.

Uefa’s ruling yesterday that the first three qualification rounds for next season’s Champions and Europa Leagues is welcome.  Celtic will be seeded for each of these rounds, so given an even chance, we would hope to progress.  The biggest obstacle on this front is playing away in front of a partisan crowd – and let’s remember, Scottish clubs have waited longer than virtually everyone else for permission to even cross the white line.

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  1. Was wondering about when the Transfer Window is open in Scotland with the impact of the virus and found this on the Hootsmon…


    A key issue is that Fifa only allow a window to be open for 12 weeks. Due to the coronavirus pandemic it was set to see leagues across Uefa operate on different dates.


    Uefa’s call for a harmonisation will require leeway from Fifa or the member associations to hold off on opening their window.


    For the Scottish transfer window to close on 5 October and last 12 weeks, it would mean it won’t be able to open until 13 July.


    The FIFA TMS page which lists worldwide transfer windows has Scotland is listed as TBC. So tomorrow then ?

  2. blantyretim is praying for the Knox family on

    Took a wee road trip yesterday and popped into see oldtim67


    He is champing at the bit for a wee get together and passed on his regards



    Laptop working ok again so he should be blogging soon

  3. Melbourne Mick on




    The bells of hell go ting a ling a ling.


    Remember that wan?


    H.H. Mick

  4. onenightinlisbon on

    TIMBHOY2 on 12TH JULY 2020 12:25 PM



    C’mon…Lennon has to put the squad first, we are trying to make history, if Griffiths is so unprofessional that he can’t keep his levels of fitness up to standard then the manager has every right to sanction him. A cheap comment about Lennon’s size is disrespectful at best…

  5. Melbourne Mick



    Indeed I do Mick. In fact I posted an idea on here a while back that the crowd, (and I’m not just talking season-ticket holders here) on Old Firm Days, could be issued with a miniature hand bell with which to give a musical back up to the lyrics.


    The Bells of Hell go…..




  6. Griffiths could be suffering from depression during lockdown.It has happened too many who are prone ro depression, we should cut him some slack if this is what happened.

  7. Celtic Curio








    Jinky fires home our 3rd goal in a 3-1 Scottish Cup victory at Cappielow against Morton.



    January 1964

















    Miller; Boyd, Mallan; Reilly, Kiernan, Strachan; Stevenson, Campbell, Caven, McGraw, Wilson.


    Scorers: McGraw (22)





    Fallon; Young, Gemmell; Clark, McNeill, Kennedy; Johnstone, Murdoch, Chalmers, Gallacher, Hughes.


    Scorers: Hughes (35), Gallacher (52), Johnstone (55)



    Referee: T Wharton (Clarkston)


    Attendance: 21,000

  8. Ron Bacardi


    You happened to mention the Clydebank Emerald Celtic Supporter’s Club.


    I was their club Secretary in the mid 60s when Big Willie O’Neil was the bus





    Hail! Hail

  9. Delaneys Dunky on

    The first single I bought with my pocket money saved up. I was 11 and bought it in Woolies Partick. Played it to death. Got the album it featured on for my Christmas that year. 77 was a great year.




  10. Blantyretim.



    It was good to get a visit from you and Karen\ Yesterbay. it made my day, You were right about organizing a wee get together,not right away but soon,I feel like a wee bevvy with the bhoys.



    Did you find out when the golf tournament in Aberdour this year, if anyone knows let me know,I’ll have to get a bit of shopping done for the golf prizes, and a we get together with the other non golfers,my favourite part of the day,let me know when the date is confirmed.


    also, let me know when the hootinannie is due,I like that wee meet up as well. Hope to meet up with a few of my friends.

  11. GFTB was telling me yesterday how the Kano Foundation have done more to help his daughter love Celtic than he has been able to do so – and the impression I get on the blog is he would definitely have been trying :)



    She can’t be the only future Celtic fan, season ticket holder or player that they have helped.



    You can make regular donation to the Foundation for as little as £1 per month, so if you are able to, you know what to do…




  12. IniquitousIV on



    I twice played at Carstairs for Hawkhead Hospital ( before it was called Leverndale) against 9 inmates and 2 staff. It was a hospital league, and they were naturally not allowed any away games.


    Their team included several killers. Our bus was thoroughly searched before we were allowed to leave. Surreal experience.



  13. P.S.



    If you are wondering what The Kano Foundation do, they give a group of kids from all backgrounds the chance to experience a game at Celtic Park for free.



    GFTB was saying the kids aren’t even allowed to take money with them to buy a scarf or the likes in case other kids can’t afford.



    You can read more here – http://www.thekanofoundation.com/home-2/

  14. Just watched the Borg & McEnroe tie break from 1980 .



    Classic commentary line … “not a flicker from Borg”

  15. IniquitousIV on



    I think 1964, but could have been a year either way.



  16. Majestic Hartson 4.16pm



    Ha Ha



    You are correct … I have always tried to make sure she picks the righteous path when it comes to her football choice .. thankfully she refers Celtic as “us” and her mums team as “them” … but again correct the two games she attended with the Kano foundation done far more than I could …



    By the way the Kano foundation also provide their juice & food and a goodie bag to take home which includes their Celtic Kano Foundation scarf … the club should support this group as much as they possibly can .. they actually are that important, especially for the kids that parents might not be able to afford to take them … a great initiative

  17. Fred Colon


    I was a steward at that final between Borg and McEnroe. Paid for my honeymoon…!



  18. IniquitisIV.



    I plated with Hartwood hospital phychiatric teAm when Pi worked there during summer school holidays.


    We played Dunhavel and shotts prison. ffs …scary stuff

  19. OLDTIM67 on 12TH JULY 2020 4:08 PM


    Good to see you posting, I will for sure see you at the next Aberdour CQN golf day…being one of the non-golfers…:)


    Keep the Faith!


    Hail Hail!

  20. Growing up I never heard any rebel songs or talks of Ireland other than my da spending his summers out in Connemara on the shores of the Atlantic as a youngster, although when I was about 10 I took a trip to the family farm, in the black north as he called it, which was very close to that “border town” where a lorry load of volunteers approached one new years evening.



    The only Irish song I would hear at wee family gatherings was the Wild Colonial Boy which my pacifist mother had a lot of disdain for due to this phrase” he shot James McAvoy”.



    Living down the Bonnie Banks in music class I was learning the likes of Speed Bonnie Boat, All Around the Blooming Heather and Westering Home and a Song in the Air, the latter at the time should have been relevant to me as one side of my mother’s family after getting kicked off their Hebridean home as a result of the Highland Clearances ended up on the Antrim coast via Gigha before heading back tae the Vale of Leven.



    My first hero was Rob Roy but that may have been as a result of the Disney movie at the time starring Dublin born Richard Todd and filmed up in Loch Lomond and the Trossachs.



    That was followed by the Bruce who ironically has his visceral organs buried in the former St Serf’s Church at Levengrove Park in the former Parish of Cardross now the West End of Dumbarton.



    For some reason Wallace didnae come intae the equation even though as a teenager I worked in Elderslie and would pass his statue daily. I did use tae wind the huns up on the job by saying it was like the Celtic right wing here, Johnstone and Wallace.



    Then as the summer approached in my Quali year our teacher said “you are now leaving to go intae the big world out there but never forget who you are, if they were to drain the Irish blood out of the Catholics in this town they would either be anemic or drop dead”.



    A couple of months later I’m at high school, it was there my heroes changed and included a Hibs supporter fae Leith and Dublin born poet.



    I also learned my first rebel song which was about that gallant band that approached a border town, the same one I visited a couple of years before.



    I remember earlier that year sitting on the Vale of Leven CSC bus with my da and the bhoys up the back started tae sing, when I asked him what it was about he replied probably Sean Fallon. This was a wee mhan who was only 1st generation Scottish and who’s DNA had been in that land beyond the sea for 100s of years.



    That coupled with going up tae one of my school pals house at dinner time as he had the Songs of Freedom album by Teresa Duffy and I was now becoming a wee Fenian.



    Now although Sean South was my first rebel song, it wasn’t the first song of that ilk I memorised, it was this one that is quite germane to the day.



    “’Twas on the 12th of July to old Dumbarton town


    Came 50,000 orangemen loyal to king and crown


    They assembled in the High Street, raised their banners high


    Singing up tae our knees in Fenian blood surrender or you’ll die



    They marched long the High Street as far as Denny’s Gate


    But the Fenian blood had risen as it did in ‘98


    And when they reached the Vennel, they got an awful shock


    For standing there undaunted were the Catholics of the Rock



    We kicked them up the High Street as far as Artizan


    Oh we smashed their ribs and faces like the Smashing o’ the Van


    And when they were defeated it was then they made a noise


    They demanded police protection as a guard against the bhoys



    And when they reached the station glad tae journey home


    I can truly say they rued the day, the cursed the Pope of Rome”.



    My final game as an amateur player (at 40+) was inside Edinburgh’s Saughton Prison. Let me explain …


    They were allowed to join our Sunday League obviously playing all games at home even cup ties. As player/manager I had to ensure all players arrived in the minibus together – if you were late, you didn’t get in.


    We were locked in and out through each set of doors and changed in the prisoner’s toilet area where prisoners often were frogmarched in by warders as we got changed !


    One of the warders was a qualified referee (didn’t do their games) and he explained that the players trained 3 nights a week and any step out of line, on or off the pitch meant loss of privileges and out the team. Boy were they fit and played on the biggest pitch I’ve been on – it was 84 yards wide (I measured it) ! They would play the ball wide up the wings and my team were blowing out their backsides after Saturday night so usually no contest.


    My guys though they were tough but as we were warming up before our first match , one player asked the warder “Any of these guys in for life?”. The warder did a head count and say “Aye – 12 of them”. Talk about the sound of bottles crashing ! Couldn’t get back on the minibus fast enough after the game. Needless to say they won the league and cup that season.

  22. IniquitousIV on



    I was a nursing assistant during university holidays. I played at Hartwood and Lennox Castle and several other psychiatric hospitals whose names I can’t remember. The pitches were always superb. What year did you play with Hartwood?



  23. IniquitousIV on



    Your post struck a chord. After one game at Carstairs, I had a chat with one of the staff who had worked previously at Hawkhead and whose family were neighbors of mine in Crookston. Name of Robbie Meldrum. I asked him what their star player was in for (all were lifers). He casually said that he was a paranoid schizophrenic who had killed his entire family with an axe. That put my gas in a peep!



  24. hashadenough on




    Lets be having you.



    Judith dressed head to foot in orange.



    Surely worthy of comment!

  25. fairhill bhoy on

    Did someone really say that because our boss is plump he can’t cast stones 🤷‍♀️

  26. Hashadenough 6.09pm



    Was it not “amber” big Judith admitted on “off the ball” she was a Well fan :-)



    Don’t ruin Bada’s dreams

  27. I remember this one time I was playing for Carstairs and the manager said you can play up front today just behind Pele.



    Think we won .

  28. Judith lit up the screen like a Hebrides sunset.



    Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

  29. Not heard a flute drum or according all day.


    Really disappointed with the lack of effort from the lodges this year.



    Poor show.

  30. Evening all,


    many years ago I helped run the HMP Low Moss staff football team. As part of our fixtures we had to play the nursing staff at the State Hospital. There was two pitches at either side of the hospital, it was without doubt one of the coldest places I’ve been.


    At one game the patients were allowed out of one of the halls / wards and mingled around the pitch, a genuine squeaky bum time.


    I was later transferred to HMP Penninghame, Newton Stewart, which was an open prison for guys getting ready to being released after serving a (VLTP), very long term sentences, ( Lifers, double lifers ). I managed the prisoners football team, and as it was an Open Establishment, we could travel to away games around the Rhins and Machars area of the south west.


    We played in local fete tournaments and it always funny to hear the locals, who had been verbally abusing the prison team, become less vocal when they were made aware of who some of their opponent were and what they had been convicted of.







  31. hashadenough on




    Born and bred in Whitburn.



    I can assure you i know the difference between amber and orange.

  32. SFTB – from earlier, yes I know where the pitches were, I hope I didn’t upset anyone no harm meant I used Margaret Mary’s as I always loved playing there, I thrived on a bit of aggro. 😂😒😂



    As I say I always got on well with all the Sunday amateur players as I payed with Possil then some junior teams on a Saturday, so I knew a lot of bhoys.



    Fond memories of Margaret Mary’s, Finnart from Bridgeton, Caravel Barlarnack.






    D. :)

  33. The Blogger Formerly Known As GM on

    No flutes and drums maybe, but I rode through Airdrie today and there were flegs aplenty on lampposts. I could have been in Belfsst.



    This is taxpayer owned property. Does the Airdrie clowncil approve this or just turn a blind eye?



    For the record, I rode through many West Lothian shit-holes where the lovely residents flew flegs in their garden. I have no problem with that. It’s their property and be my guest if you want everyone to know you’re a bigot.



    But public property in Scoddland. How csn they do this?