Aberdeen stand up for the fans against Doncaster and Regan

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Blogging on the move right now but want to pass comment on one part of the statement by Aberdeen chairman, Stewart Milne.  As he confirmed his club would place the fifth and decisive vote against Sevco being allowed access to the SPL next season he said:

“Reorganisation of the game is a priority and is something we have been actively involved in for a long time, but it is not something that should be rushed through just to deal specifically with one club.

“As we have indicated there are a number of other areas that we feel need to be addressed openly in the coming period if Scottish football fans are to feel that their views have been properly taken into account.”

Those well-paid executives who work for us and on Friday met to discuss a way to reorganise the league structure in the next couple of weeks should pay heed.  As Mr Milne suggests, we are the game, not you.

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  1. BRTH

     

     

    I know, it’s amazing.

     

     

    In another life I was involved in comms with a company and my bailiwick included charity donations. Not unreasonable sums either. I got in contact with Sam, up in the hospice in Airdrie. We ended up doing each other favours – although a great Celtic man he managed to get me manes a signed amoruso biog etc for raffles etc.

     

     

    But the most interesting thing was, when discussing Celtic and Rangers players and their work with the hospice, the two names he shared with me as folk who ‘went that extra mile’ were our own Didier and Artur Numan. I was gobsmacked. Not what I expected. But Sam explained that the disease itself affects so many, in so many ways that you could never be surprised by the ways that goodwill manifests itself.

     

     

    In my own adult years, a few years later I watched my wife’s mother succumb to the disease – the first time I had genuinely seen it up close – and I have often, silently, raised a glass or two to Artur and Didier.

     

     

    U

  2. saltires en sevilla on

    quonno on 25 June, 2012 at 19:28 said:

     

    Still no sign of PL telling us where Celtic stand.

     

     

     

     

    not required… other clubs have called it correctly

     

     

    why draw the fire from the press and the orcs?

     

     

    first part of the job done mate

     

     

    you will be pleased eh?

     

     

    HH

  3. An Fear Dearg on

    fanadpatriot on 25 June, 2012 at 17:51 said:

     

     

    An Fear Dearg. I was at a wedding in Kalmar.Friday Frank who comes on here ,is the one to contact.I will try and get a hold of him and let him know. We flew from Scotland to Nykoping,then train to Kalmar. We returned flying out of Copenhagen.I think Copenhagen would be best. Friday Frank lives in Sweden so would have better idea. As a matter of interest,went to Molly Malones Irish Pub,when we asked the DJ for some Irish music,he said they did not play Irish songs in pub,so we started our own sing song.

     

     

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    Cheers.

  4. OK, own up, who wrote this? Causing a lot of chest-beating and “more than a club, brother” comments on FF…

     

     

    Written by D’Artagnan from the VB’s I feel the need to share for we are all one in this – one support proud to be Bears of Rangers FC – LET THE BLUE BLOOD FLOW THROUGH YOUR VEINS. WE ARE ONE.

     

     

    “She had been battered, raped and pillaged for several months. Every fresh blow seemed to bring her closer to that final crushing blow. Like a wounded animal she tried to stand on her feet, to regain her dignity and honour, but the attacks were relentless and to the shame of all, none would come to her aid.

     

     

    And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the end was near. The Haters, Vultures and Ghouls made their way towards Ibrox for the telling knockout blow. In the interests of “sporting integrity” a boxing referee was enlisted to deliver the final count.

     

     

    At the doors of Ibrox they were met by two sentinels who barred their way. Alistair McCoist and Lee McCulloch. It was pointless asking them to move. Neither would walk away.

     

     

    “Start the count” demanded one of the haters. And so it began.

     

     

    But not as as they had expected.

     

     

    10….9….8

     

     

    “Wait, wait your counting wrong” screamed the haters.

     

     

    7…6….5

     

     

    The two sentinels were no longer alone. For on either side of them filing quietly into line were unknown faces wearing Rangers shirts with No. 12 on the back. They didn’t need names on the back, it was the badge on the front which was important to them. There were young and old, sprightly and infirm, the capable carried the less capable lest they stumbled.

     

     

    As the count continued the numbers, grew, and grew, and grew, until thousands joined the two sentinels barring the way to Ibrox.

     

     

    The silence was broken momentarily when a whisper filled the air, some say to this day it came from within the walls of Ibrox itself……. “We’ve got the battle fever on”

     

     

     

    “Who are these people?” asked one of the haters.

     

     

     

    Ally McCoist stepped forward……. “Allow me to introduce you to my No. 12’s……they don’t do walking away either”

     

     

     

    And so it began.

     

     

     

    In years to come Rangers historians will recite stories of Baxter, Woodburn, Cooper, Laudrup, McCoist, Gough and of course of No. 12.

     

     

    In the coming months news outlets will feature stories about the No. 12’s – the fans who would not let their club die.

     

     

     

    Their loyalty, faith and passion in a football club will capture the imagination of nations.

     

     

     

    They will become the benchmark which other supporters aspire to.

     

     

     

    Whatever is thrown at them or their club No.12’s will come back for more, time and time again until eventually our detractors can thrown no more.

     

     

     

    Wherever their club goes the No. 12’s will be there. And every other Saturday Ibrox will be filled with No. 12’s.

     

     

     

    Our children’s children will proudly tell their friends at school that their grandfather was a No. 12.

     

     

     

    No. 12’s will be the topic of conversation every Monday morning, in factories, offices, wherever people assemble.

     

     

     

    Newspaper columns will mention the No.12’s in the same breath as resilience and a never say die spirit.

     

     

     

    Who am I and how do I know all this ?

     

     

     

    I’m a No. 12 and I’m about to take my place in history.”

     

     

     

    ONE AND ALL TOGETHER. LEST WE FORGET

  5. Magnificentseven on

    ItaliaBhoy on 25 June, 2012 at 21:27 said:

     

     

    somebody should tell them Dunfermline are club 12

  6. SFTB

     

     

    I see. Sorry for the stupid joke about Polish girls.

     

    Maybe tell her to put them on the German ebay with option “depending on phone call confirmation and contact” If she send them by the courier , somebody from Germany will get them on time. They will be going to Poland by cars. I hear many Germans will be going to Warsaw for semi final, many with no tickets in hands. It should be no problem to sell those tickets unless they are for Donetsk. Donetsk is still available on UEFA web site.

  7. !!Bada Bing!! on

    jude2005 is Neil Lennon-Possibly the worst company i’ve ever dealt with mate.Bombay Central Call Centre.

  8. 'crushed nuts?' 'Naw, Layringitis!' on

    talksport now! Dawwwl King hurtin’!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  9. 'crushed nuts?' 'Naw, Layringitis!' on

    Alvin Martin: ‘if you’re going to go on principle, that’s fine…’

  10. Miki67:

     

     

    It’s said thieves stick together, but that isn’t strictly true. It’s the real crooks, the true villains that are sick as thieves- they have the law to protect and support them, the political system to justify their actions. They are the real scoundrels. They are the scourge and curse of the earth, our paradise that is raped by a gang of thieves and pirates- what came first: the whore or the pimp? What kind of future will our children inherit from this generation of swine? Maybe, just maybe, if we could be lifted up into space, saw the earth, like an azure pearl rolling in a black blanket of space, they might realise how unique, how alive is the breath of that trembling network of our paradise.

     

    But nothing about human stupidity fails to surprise me any more, as Einstein said: “Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, I’m not sure of the former.” It’s frightening when you look at the world and see only an orgy of greed: the worst type of people as our so-called leaders, who see power as a green light to stick their grubby hands into the till, like demented monkeys grabbing fistfuls of nuts from a swollen bag.

     

    We have technological innovation, scientific expertise and specialization on one side and on the other we have a primitive brain hard-wired for survival that brought us out of the swamps, the caves, the savannah’s and the jungles- it is a stone age trap we cannot seem to extricate ourselves from. We are like a child with a gun, a monkey with a sword…threatening to kill everything or ourselves or even both. Killing and destroying seems to be what we want to do best: The violence-anger-lust-desire–fear matrix is constantly gnawing on our brains like an evil parasite.

     

    There are dozens of species, that took millions of years to evolve, going extinct every day- some people say: “That’s how evolution works.” It makes me sick to be part of such a callous, brutal and dysfunctional species. When you think of the miracle of an animal: its complexity makes all technology pale into comparison. What of our children? You watch them and think they are rivers of laughter, so open with innocence like the first flowers of the earth’s primordial morning and think what have we done to the world? Hold a baby and think what future will they have. People say we need to educate children, but the oligarchic crooks and plutocratic swindlers who share the power nexus all have the best education money can buy and it does them no good. Pompous twits like Cameron and Osbourne who if they are in an awe-inspiring wilderness, do not see its intrinsic value, but ask “how can it be exploited for profit?” We need to stoke the fire in our children’s belly, teach them wisdom and compassion and to love their fellow man and nature with a passion- its their home and they, we, have no other.

     

    The great tragedy of adulthood is how damaged we are by the rat race. How we become closed off from our fellow man, from nature, from reality, so that we turn inwards, pathologically detached, contracted, into our own wee shells. The secret alchemy of being is being less of ourselves.

     

     

    At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?

     

    And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,

     

    And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become

     

    as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

     

    Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

     

    And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.

     

    But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea…take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.

  11. 'crushed nuts?' 'Naw, Layringitis!' on

    danny kelly giving it large! Lawrie the ST holder on now, ‘we’ve hardly bought any players in the last four years!, ranksters condemned without a trial!, we’ve been fined 10 points…’

  12. jude2005 is Neil Lennon \o/ on

    Re Talk Talk.

     

     

    Thanks for the advice Bhoys much appreciated!!

  13. 'crushed nuts?' 'Naw, Layringitis!' on

    talksport: lawrie thinks they’ve had enough punishment!

  14. Did you know that Celtic only get 44,000 a game

     

     

    Did you know that we can’t afford to lose the money that 2 lost OF games bring in

     

     

    Did you know that Naismith , McCabe, Whittaker and Aluko are worth £12 million

     

     

    I knew none of that, and I would like to thank Darrell King for informing me and the talk sport audience

     

     

    ………..they just don’t get it do they ……….here’s a suggestion Darrell, why don’t you do some proper journalism and have a word with Smith and Souness……..or do you only follow up leads that are served on a plate by Dave King

     

     

    Hurting liar now on talksport accusing Aberdeen of having also been in administration……..you actually couldn’t make this stuff up……..Lord Haw Haw and Comical Ali were paragons of truth compared to these people

  15. Italiabhoy,

     

     

    brilliant, I wish I could take credit. But alas.

     

     

    Seville67

  16. lochgoilhead bhoy on

    brendan-behan on 25 June, 2012 at 21:14 said:

     

     

    More wishful thinking by the MSM.

     

     

    If newgers are banned for a year then no club affiliated to a Football Association, UEFA, FIFA will be allowed to play them.

     

     

    Permission of the home association is required before a club plays a friendly. This will be denied when the opponents are newgers.

  17. 'crushed nuts?' 'Naw, Layringitis!' on

    Barcabhoy on 25 June, 2012 at 21:39 said:

     

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    the msm at it’s worst! talking about a club that’s gone as if it’s still there, blaming everyone but Murray and the parcel of brogues for the demise of the scunners. King wilfully mislead talksport listeners, the last desperate grab at a straw!

  18. crushed

     

     

    ‘These are my principles, and if you don’y like them… I have others…’

     

     

    Groucho

     

     

    ‘Like my Super Mega Super Casino’

     

     

    Mister Sir David Murray

  19. traditionalist88 on

    Paul Reid ‏@paulreid82

     

     

    No wonder Rangers are in trouble. They paid £1 million for me and Dick Advocaat called me ‘Peter’ for the whole time he was manager!! #true

  20. 'crushed nuts?' 'Naw, Layringitis!' on

    Bloke109 is Neil Lennon on 25 June, 2012 at 21:46 said:

     

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    Unlike the former occupants of the asbsetos ridden pile in the govan area, I can’t take credit for someone else’s effort.;))

  21. eddieinkirkmichael on

    During this whole RFC(IL) saga, I have had one regret, namely that I have not been able to discuss the details of this saga with my father. He died some yrs ago when I was in my teens. I know though that he would have loved this whole fiasco as he was Celtic to the core. He took me and my brother too many Celtic games when we were growing up, so many in fact that they all seem to merge into one game in my memory.

     

    I know this isn’t so as I remember going to Easter Road sometime in the mid 70’s and winning the league title, I can’t even remember who scored, and my over-riding memory is of cheap bottles of cava being opened at the finale whistle and fans jubilantly spraying all those around with the contents. He took us to the European Cup semi finale against Atletico Madrid, we got separated during the game and didn’t see him again until the next evening when he had finished his work. I remember standing with my brother watching out the window that evening waiting for him to turn the corner on his way home, eventually we saw him and instantly the race to be first to greet him started in earnest, both of us trying to gain the advantage and pulling at the others jumper. He saw us coming and as usual he laughed and darted over the street pretending not wanting to be caught. As soon as we were close enough the questioning began, “who was the best player”” what did you think of the crowd”? Even back in the house as my mother was putting out the dinner our questioning continued, he told us of where he’d went for a drink after the game, what the conversation was about in the pub. We told him about missing the bus home and having to “juke” the train home to Drumchapel and being chased by the attendant at the station when he saw us climbing over the fence to avoid paying.

     

     

    On occasion he would wake us up at night, after coming in from the pub, he would tell us stories of some of the great Celtic players he had the pleasure of watching when he was growing up. The names then meant nothing to us, just names in a story told by our dad. Years later we would remember these names when reading some book or other about Celtic. One story he never tired of telling was when he and 3 of my uncles saved their wages for 3 weeks before the Inter Milan game, they were all working in Bradford at the time, and a local bookie had offered to beat any odds they could get from any other bookie. They ended up winning over £1000 between them, one of my uncles used his winnings to emigrate with his family to Australia where he devoted himself to developing youth football there. When he died a couple of years ago the Australian parliament recognised his contribution and commitment to the development of football in that country for over 40yrs.

     

    He also told us of his experiences growing up in Anderson, the gangs which were a part of life for his generation. Going to the dancing and his proudest moment seeing Bill Haley and The Comets. According to his story the concert was abandoned after a riot broke out quiet early into Bill’s set.

     

     

    I never once heard him say a sectarian remark or statement, never did he ever mention any bad experiences with regard to RFC or its fans, the only time I ever noticed his generally happy demeanour change was once when my younger brother came home and asked if he could go on the walk with his friend from the next close. I remember him arguing with my mother about the boy’s father having the cheek to ask if he could take our brother to the walk. Needless to say my brother never got to go and shortly after this we moved out of Drumchapel, which if truth be told we were all relieved at as we had had some scary encounters with the supporters of RFC in Drumchapel.

     

     

    As I grew older my memories of my Dad diminish, I still see his face in my mind though can’t remember his voice anymore. I miss his stories and his humour and I wonder what he would say of RFC(IL) current predicament and their years under the stewardship of Murray. He was political with a small p though always had an opinion, never afraid to speak his mind however unpopular it made him. I want to tell him my stories about seeing Larsson score against St Johnston, I want to tell him about Seville about the awards our fans got from UEFA and FIFA, I want to tell him about a wee man who wore a Bunnet who saved our club, bringing it into the 21st century, I want to tell him Rangers are dead and I want to hear him laugh. God how I want to hear him laugh when I tell him Rangers are going bust.

  22. These huns have had over four months of hurt and still it gets worse every day!!!!!!

     

    Grrrrrrrreeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat may it continue for a long time yet.Hurt ya bass

  23. 'crushed nuts?' 'Naw, Layringitis!' on

    Talksport discussing joey Barton now…someone who deserved to wear the jakeys’ simmit at the unburnable pile!

  24. Magnificentseven on

    O.G.Rafferty on 25 June, 2012 at 21:54 said:

     

     

     

    Oh no, not another insolvency event looming… surely not Mr Green?

     

     

     

    oh please don’t be teasing

  25. O.G.Rafferty on

    I would have thought Mr Green would be happy to see the payroll shrink with players leaving…

  26. O.G.Rafferty on

    you might find yourself a bit short of the old aye readies… oh no Mr Green…

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