Celtic Park Race Night for Oscar

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Football can be a primitive sport on occasions but before kick off at Cardiff tonight the Wales and Scotland players will acknowledge the nation’s thoughts for a family in distress. The game provides many of us with opportunities to remember we are members of a complex and caring society. The The Wee Oscar 4 Life team have asked me to invite you to next month’s race night at Celtic Park. This is from them:

Be a hero for Wee Oscar and come along and join us for the WeeOscar4Life Race Night and Auction on 17th November in the Kerrydale Suite at Celtic Park!

Wee Oscar and his family flew to Philadelphia on the 6th October to start Wee Oscar’s potentially lifesaving Immunotherapy treatment, unfortunately due to health complications Wee Oscar was rushed into Intensive Care and it appears that these complications have shattered the prospect of receiving this immunotherapy treatment in Philadelphia. The events from the last few days have strengthened the WeeOscar4Life Campaign’s resolve to ensure maximum support for Wee Oscar and his family throughout Wee Oscar’s treatment. Set-backs such as this mean that it’s now more important than ever to raise additional funds.

The WeeOscar4Life campaign are proud to continue our fundraising for Oscar and his family during his treatment; Lisa Hague, Patron of the campaign, and Partner of Celtic’s Kris Commons says ‘This is the next stage of fundraising which will directly support Oscar and his family throughout the treatment and we implore the Celtic Family to continue supporting this incredibly worthwhile appeal. The Race Night and Auction is going to be a wonderful night and I can’t wait for the fun!”

Tom Boyd, the captain who stopped 10, said, “It will be my pleasure to support the WeeOscar4Life campaign by attending the race night next month. The backing shown by the Celtic Family already has been nothing short of extraordinary, and has inspired many of us to get involved and help this family through such an abysmal time.”

10 WeeOscar4Life Corporate tables, seating 10 people, are available on a first come first served basis offering preferential seating, drinks package, snacks, free entry and company advertising/printed logos. Early booking is advised as advanced reservations mean there is limited availability.

WeeOscar4Life seats are available and can be purchased individually or as groups at £7 per ticket. Again these seats will be sold on a first come first served basis. Snacks will be available on each table. Tables seat 10 people.

On the night there will be 8 races a raffle and an auction.

Race sponsorship is also available at £250 per race.

Jockey and Owner sponsorship is also available at £5 per Jockey or Owner. Each winning Jockey and Owner will receive a prize.

To reserve tickets or request further information please contact the team at here WeeOscar4Life@gmail.com.

The event flyer can be found here.

The full press release can be found here.

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  1. Dontbrattbakkinanger on

    ‘Smack my Bitch Up’ by the Prodigy.

     

     

    That’s an ole Sunday Love Song if ever I heard one.

  2. Parkheadcumsalford @11 32.

     

     

    Yes —– Van Hanegem—wonderful player .

     

     

    Yes -Feyenoord eliminated Milan early in the competition . Circumstance enabled me to go to Feyenoord 2 – Milan 0 . Wim Jansen scored one of the goals . I told lots of people —- Feyenoord are a right good team — nobody took me seriously.

     

     

    Memory says they put 16 past a team from Iceland during their run to the Final -I can still hear those klaxons

  3. SUNNI CAMLACHIE on

    Thought i would tell all what

     

    i experienced this morning

     

    at mass..

     

    Before the mass starts, one

     

    of the parishioners goes

     

    up to the pulpit, and asks

     

    everyone to

     

    introduce themselves to

     

    all around them,

     

    and behind me there be

     

    a young man,

     

    he tells me his name is

     

    Wolf and that he is

     

    German..

     

    It kind of took me

     

    aback …

     

    Not in a bad way,

     

    Anyhoo after mass i spoke

     

    to him,

     

    I asked him what brought him

     

    to the eastend of Glasgow !!

     

    He then tells me that he is

     

    a Celtic man and he visits

     

    Glasgow as much as he can.

     

    He is having his summer

     

    holidays just now, and will be

     

    going home after the St mirren

     

    game …

     

    What a ghuy ..

  4. 67Heaven ... I am Neil Lennon..!!.. Ibrox belongs to the creditors on

    leftclicktic

     

     

    11:30 on

     

    14 October, 2012

     

     

    On reading first sentence in your Not The View article, I was reminded of something I find even more amusing than greengo’s rantings…….they still play THAT now defunct song at ipox

  5. I hated those klaxons. The Feyenoord game was the first I remember hearing them and I did seriously blame for Celtic’s defeat……Them and Ove Kindvall

  6. 67Heaven ... I am Neil Lennon..!!.. Ibrox belongs to the creditors on

    Continuation of last post…..!!!……with the line ” CELTIC KNOW ALL ABOUT THEIR TROUBLES” …….that must be really embarrassing to the hoardes in attendance …….LOL

  7. DBBIA ——

     

     

    Satan is Real ———– A great tune and one of the great LP covers .

     

     

    Sunday should also feature ——-

     

     

    Sunday Morning

     

    Sunday Morning Coming Down ..

     

     

    The woman from Padova loves those tunes -so they get a regular Sunday am play . I have to wait for her to go to the supermarket before playing this though —

     

     

    Shelwyn Cox —— His Name is Jesus —– followed by-

     

     

    Porter Wagoner —-Rubber Room . Nothing to do with Sunday but always great -irrespective of the day

  8. The Klaxons probably DID contribute to Celtic’s defeat….

     

     

    They brought an unsettling atmosphere to the game…..

     

     

    In an era when such distractions were not commonplace….

     

     

    Videos of the match do not seem to capture the sheer volume and intensity of the klaxon offensive….

     

     

    As was evident from the ‘live’ feed on STV….

     

     

    Back in the day….

     

     

    More scary than the opening credits of Dr. Who….

     

     

    Hid behind the couch for most of the game….

     

     

    But did notice Bobby Lennox score a perfectly good opener….

     

     

    Which was incorrectly ruled to have been ‘offside’….

  9. Lennon n Mc....Mjallby on

     

     

    Well I woke up Sunday morning,

     

    With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.

     

    And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,

     

    So I had one more for dessert.

     

    Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,

     

    And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

     

    An’ I shaved my face and combed my hair,

     

    An’ stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

     

     

    I’d smoked my brain the night before,

     

    On cigarettes and songs I’d been pickin’.

     

    But I lit my first and watched a small kid,

     

    Cussin’ at a can that he was kicking.

     

    Then I crossed the empty street,

     

    ‘n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken.

     

    And it took me back to somethin’,

     

    That I’d lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

     

     

    On the Sunday morning sidewalk,

     

    Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

     

    ‘Cos there’s something in a Sunday,

     

    Makes a body feel alone.

     

    And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’,

     

    Half as lonesome as the sound,

     

    On the sleepin’ city sidewalks:

     

    Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.

     

     

    In the park I saw a daddy,

     

    With a laughin’ little girl who he was swingin’.

     

    And I stopped beside a Sunday school,

     

    And listened to the song they were singin’.

     

    Then I headed back for home,

     

    And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin’.

     

    And it echoed through the canyons, 

     

    Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

     

     

    On the Sunday morning sidewalk,

     

    Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

     

    ‘Cos there’s something in a Sunday,

     

    Makes a body feel alone.

     

    And there’s nothin’ short of dyin’,

     

    Half as lonesome as the sound,

     

    On the sleepin’ city sidewalks:

     

    Sunday mornin’ comin’ down.