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  1. 67Heaven .. CHALLENGING THE LIE ..I am wee Oscar...... Ipox belongs to the creditors on

    SOZ

     

     

    You need punted

  3. Foxy on

    MULLET AND CO 2 on 4TH AUGUST 2016 12:10 AM

     

    Questions you won’t hear.

     

    Where the 50 odd thousand at Celtic Park tonight there because Rangers are back?

     

    Goalkeeper and two centre mids needed plus Sinclair to play on Griffs left.

     

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    Rangers cant be back because they were liquidated.

  4. Paradox on

    Looks like LG may not be scoring as many goals this season as he might have expected.

     

     

    MD seems to bave the nod from BR to take the penalties if he is on the field.

  7. Saint Stivs says SACK THE BOARD on

    Daft observation time.

     

     

    Given its a European match tonight, did the rail seats have to be in a seats ready position ?

  8. Doc on

    Just watched CTV, commentary says we deserve to be in CL, we do not.

     

    We must earn the privilege to play in that league.

     

    Could the CL b better structured? Sure.

     

    Until it is we should play within the rules!

     

    Seemingly not all clubs do.

     

    Shocking. But we all know FTSFA.

  9. dessybhoy on

    SCB

     

    BR explained that LG did not take the second pen as he had taken a heavy knock when through on goal earlier.

  11. Bobby Murdochs Ankle supportin Oscar Knox on

    Wasn’t there tonight, nightshift, but who was the commentator on radio shortbread, listening in the office, I thought that Moussa had missed or the keeper had saved it, wasn’t until I heard the crowd going crazy that I hit the roof.

     

     

    Thought somebody had stolen his sash…….

     

     

    Bma

  13. Saint Stivs says SACK THE BOARD on

    Paradox.

     

     

    Leigh asked dembele if he wanted to take it, no mystery,

     

     

    Leigh’s penalty goal was far more dispatched than last years efforts.

     

     

    I would not be surprised if leigh leigh super leigh has been practicing and scores even more this season.

     

     

    He is showing a lot of maturity, improvement , and leadership skills.

     

     

    There you go.

  14. Nye Bevans' rebel soldier on

    North Curve Celtic,can I join? I’m in 112 or do

     

    you have to be in the standing clique:)

  15. Foxy on

    ZBYSZEK on 4TH AUGUST 2016 12:04 AM

     

    Foxy 11:54

     

     

    I wonder if you hesitate when you have to pick a horse ? Do you have a clear or guilty conscience when you chose white horse against black horse and when you make a choice in oposite direction?

     

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    Der Hun would be best recourse to help you with your racist question. They’ll give you an answer you most want to hear.

  16. Delaneys Dunky on

    Happy Tim tonight.

     

    Job just done.

     

    Good pre match turnout in BV.

     

    Great to meet Fess and Lurker Barry fae Stornoway. All the usual suspects were great company too.

  18. Paradox on

    It’s just that I noted he was about to take the on/off penalty in Gibraltar. All other opinions are equally valid.

     

     

    HH

  19. Eurochamps67 on

    Another brilliant European night in Paradise.

     

    We beat a decent team who, unlike us, played in the group stages of the Champions League last year. I believe they also managed to gather a few points against Pots 1,2 and 3 participants.

     

    Tonight we were the better side in a close game,IMO.

     

    The next round will be equally as tough.

     

    The difference between qualifying for the CL group stages or playing Thursday night Europa League football will be similar to tonight, in that not until the 93rd minute of the second leg will we be confident of victory.

     

     

    Celtic won tonight. There should be no dissent. Some of the negative posts I have read, since returning from the game, are simply puerile.

     

    We won a keenly contested football match. It was well worth £20+ entrance fee.

     

    I look forward to paying plenty more cash to watch the Champions play.

     

    Keyboard warriors, well you know what you should do.

     

     

    Hail, Hail

     

     

    Eurochamps67

  20. 67 European Cup Winners on

    Regarding taking penalty’s

     

    LG us our penalty taker

     

    BUT if someone earns a penalty (MD tonight) I think the manager says if he earns it he can have it

     

    OR give it to LG

     

     

    KT had no intention of taking it so left it to LG (sensible from KT)

     

    MD fancied it so no arguments from LG ( or me for that matter)

     

    Sometimes it’s about who fancies it !!

     

     

    67ECW

  21. jamesgang on

    Home

     

     

    Highlights for me?

     

     

    1 home win

     

    2 good craic

     

    3 looking over towards to GB standing section and chuckling at how knackered the weather Ghod will feel come the morning!!

     

     

    BR can make this team more than the sum of its parts.

     

     

    HH jamesgang

  22. the glorious balance sheet on

    It looked to me from my vantage point in the North stand upper that the Astana goalkeeper gave an “up yours” gesture to the Celtic fans behind his goal (jock stein stand) at full time.

     

     

    Did anybody else see this?

  23. Foxy on

    Given the momentous blunders by Gordon in both legs do we need to question our goalkeeper as we do Efe?

     

    Personally I’d stick with Gordon before Efe but then again he’s white.

  24. Delaneys Dunky on

    James

     

     

    Great to spend time with you again.

     

    Glad we got there in the end.

     

    Listening to the amazing Pixies now. Happy Days. :)

  26. MadMitch on

    CC @ 11.52

     

     

    First half we were playing with 10 men as CMcG just was not in the game.

     

    At times I struggled to spot him on the park.

     

    Second half and the move to LMid helped.

     

    He seemed lightweight but at least he was near the ball.

     

     

    SJ came on and did the square root of very little.

     

    After their goal his play as the Right hand side CM was non existent.

     

    He surfaced a couple of times when we were in possession and proceeded to man mark their defensive mid leaving young SJ now in right mid with no support and no angles to work the touch line.

     

     

    I do appreciate what BR has said after the game.

     

    You could see the fear was descending on some players as the game wore on.

     

    There some in the team who just do not want to fight for a victory.

     

    First sign of trouble and it is every man for themselves.

     

     

    BR has a huge job on his hands.

  29. MadMitch on

    TGBS @ 12.57

     

     

    Who cares?

     

    At least he cared about the result.

     

     

    The JS end was very loud and obviously that got to him.

     

    Job done and move on.

  30. Rascar Capac on

    The rail seating will revert to being the same as all the other seating. If you stand up it flips up.

     

     

    So a standing section at Euro games.

  32. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    Evening,all.

     

     

    Great result,don’t care how it was achieved. European football till Christmas at least,that’s the important bit.

     

     

    Last I checked my phone in Oxford,it was 1-1 after 90 minutes. When I checked an hour later in Southampton,we had won 2-1.

     

     

    I assumed it was after extra-time!

     

     

    Mibbe joooost as well it wasn’t,mind-my kid sis says she smoked her post-match fag like she had bellows stuck to the back of her head. I’ve been there wi one or two Celtic matches in my time!

     

     

    Terrific composure from Mouassa,missing that would have made his future with us difficult. And he knew it.

     

     

    Didnae faze him. Gaun yersel,son.

  33. Bobby Murdochs Ankle supportin Oscar Knox on

    Dessybhoy,

     

     

    Cheers, he was hurtin big time……………..

     

     

    Bma

     

    Where’s Zadoc……….

  35. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    SIN CITY BHY

     

     

    Aye,but factually correct.

     

     

    Astana ddnae think that penalty incident through. They are now at a serous disadvantage in their next tie.

  36. roy croppie on

    You’re in my Heart

     

     

    “Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss”

     

    It was even louder than that. This was the ‘heart ward’ as it was known in ‘The Monklands’ and this was the quiet hour when you rested after the so called lunch and awaited the Russian roulette of visiting hour…let it be somebody good!

     

     

    More importantly Stephen McManus had just scored an extremely late winner to snatch a 2-3 victory for Celtic at Tynecastle in a cracker of a match that we looked like losing until the last few minutes. I could hear her feet coming along the silent corridor and the rhythm appeared to be in triple time. There was four of us in the ward: two auld fellas were still sound asleep despite my best attempts at waking ‘the dead;’ Rab the bluenose from Bellshill was sitting bolt upright just shaking his head at me and mouthing ‘jammy bastards’.

     

     

    I regressed to childhood and feigned sleep however I could smell her ward Sister Efficiency standing over me.

     

     

    “Your heart rate is through the roof” she mouthed disapprovingly. I’d forgotten about the Telemetry device I had to wear that was constantly feeding back my surf like heart waves to the Nurses’ station.

     

    “Doctor will be here shortly.” Her clipped tones confirmed my suspicions-a crabbit bluenose!

     

    “You better hide that radio.” She wasn’t all bad as there was a few games coming up and confiscation could necessitate the need for an escape plan.

     

     

    “I take it your team won? Jammy as ever.” That’s what Bluenose Rab said I thought. He was still sitting bolt upright shaking his head and mouthing sectarian obscenities but as it was in the context of the match and I had more to worry about, I let it go. Rab wasn’t looking that good though and Sister’s attention was drawn to him for a precious few minutes as I wanted to hear the after match chat on the radio and enjoy our dramatic win.

     

     

    The Doctor gave me a mild rebuke but reiterated when it was rest time, that’s what I had to do. I told him that I’d be far more agitated not knowing what was happening and the radio helped. He sympathised but then said the immortal words: “Do you want Celtic to be the death of you?”

     

     

    It was a rhetorical question but in my racing mind I was now going through a catalogue of incredible Celtic highs and lows that may have answered his question on more than one occasion.

     

    “Good chance they will be,” I mumbled…

     

     

    Rab was now fast asleep after his scare and it appeared to me that he’d come off the worst after the late winner for Celtic. He was one of my longest companions in the ward and was good company. He had a warmth to him that led me to say during one of those never ending days that, “You could be a Tim.” He couldn’t stop laughing especially as I backed it up with the age old and still very apt retort, “But you’re not handsome enough.” With tears in his eyes from the laughter he asked, “would I need to give up the baun’?”

     

     

    He had previously regaled me with tales of the Bellshill Baun’ and his role as a dummy flautist. This was comedy gold but he couldn’t see what I was laughing it. I imagined a book: ’Marching for Dummies.’ I felt this was oxymoronic perfection. Dummy drummers, dummy twirlers, dummy speakers…the list was endless. He even said most of his baun’ were dummies. That nearly ended me. Mischievously I enjoyed this guided tour of Bellshill ignorance and bigotry but I bonded with the guy in medically challenging circumstances and it was good for killing a couple of hours.

     

     

    I’d been in the ward since Boxing day and watched everyone else around me come and go. The two old boys left on the Monday after the Hearts game and Rab and I looked forward to getting to know the next two inmates. Some guys were talkative and others-I understood why-were insular and tried to keep themselves to themselves. Difficult that in a room with 4 beds and very little privacy but you had to respect their wishes. Disastrously the bold Rab was released on the next Friday…I should change that to miraculously as this was the Friday before the Clyde cup game and that wouldn’t have ended well for either of us. I just hope he didn’t celebrate too much…

     

     

    Once again I tried the old radio under the covers with one ear-phone in but I got rumbled early doors. My old friend the telemetry monitor and two early disallowed goals for Clyde ensured it was lights out for the remainder of the game. I struggled to sleep but eventually managed it albeit a very fitful repose. I must have sub-consciously known that a football catastrophe was occurring in Cumbernauld. The choirmaster’s team were convincing winners against a star-studded Celtic side with Keane, Hartson and even Du Wei in its ranks. I was gently awoken by a Celtic friendly nurse and I’ll never forget the look on her face; ignoring all heart issues and my current setting I asked, “Did we draw with Clyde?”

     

     

    She never answered but the look said it all and I thanked God for one small mercy that Rab wasn’t here. The two new guys who apparently supported Airdrie-well they had the day before-were delighted for the small club and Scottish football as a whole. Aye right or Aye Ready springs to mind. I wanted to dig a hole to escape.

     

     

    I hit the jackpot with visitors roulette as a posse from the Supporters bus came to see me. It was cathartic and I appeared to be consoling them far more than anything they were giving me. The three to the bed rule was smashed as this was an emergency and the crabbit bluenose Sister was off the weekend, no doubt toasting Clyde’s triumph as a smile cracked across her formidable coupon. The Bhoys and Ghirl from the bus seemed to replay the full match in front of me and all I could really ascertain was that Du Wei was crap; Keane was crap and Clyde deserved to win. Oh and Graeme Roberts is a…I’ll leave that there for common decency as they were awfy het up.

     

     

    January came and went as did my various temporary companions in my ward. It appeared that I had heart failure and this was a lot worse than the heart attack boys who were turned around in about a week and released back into the community promising salad was the way ahead. The outlook was grim but I truly didn’t grasp the enormity of the situation until I was moved to the Transplant Unit in the Royal and I met the surgeon who would ultimately save my life…the very next morning.

     

     

    Prior to the excellent Jubilee Hospital ward 67 was a nirvana for Scottish heart failure patients (although my new mate was from Australia on work experience). Again my Celtic DNA kicked in and the number 67 was sure to prove lucky. My room was amazing, a penthouse in the Royal infirmary with two sides totally glass. Straight ahead from my bed was the East-End and I could see the tops of the Celtic Park stands. Fantastic. To my right was the Eastern necropolis, Glasgow Cathedral, Drygate and the Barrowlands. What a location to die!

     

     

     

    The Surgeon and I looked over the east-end late on the Monday evening as he tried to improve upon the intelligence gleaned from my Monkland notes. He admitted despite the numerous weeks in hospital he still wasn’t sure what was wrong. He was going to watch me closely and I declared for the first time my fears and my desire to take my son to a cup final. The big guy was into sailing and rugby and as I probed him further it turned out he was telling the truth. I had a multitude of cards/souvenirs from the Monklands and he commented on these. At 1130pm at night overlooking the Necropolis with a heart surgeon I felt he had to know where I came from. He was still into sailing and rugby so I trusted him; he listened to me wax lyrical about Celtic and acknowledged my passion. We hit it off. Sleep came easy for the first time in months.

     

     

    There were only 5 rooms in Ward 67 and we all had our own dedicated nurse. I felt invigorated on day one and pushed for a shower on day 2. Happy days.

     

     

    As I left the shower room around 20 yards from my room…

     

    That’s all I remember. My hero was on the ward and operated on me as I hit the deck. A cut to the groin, a pacing wire and several thumps to the chest brought this Tim back into the game, Some man. He had his answers though and I couldn’t have been in better hands.

     

     

    By this time the season had marched on and the unrealistic goals that I had set myself had come and gone. Nightly I’d debate with John Knox out of my right window as I glorified in the Celtic Park Stands straight ahead. Knoxy wasn’t for listening but the green on the Cathedral roof cheered me up as did the flashing lights from the Gallowgate and the deer in the Necropolis at 6am in the morning.

     

    As the season progressed it looked like we were on for a League and League cup double. The League cup final was my aim to take my Bhoy-his first Celtic cup final-but it was not to be. However his uncle (Lymmbhoy) and my cousin Tony ensured the wee mhan had a day to remember. He visited the ward that night bedecked in a scarf and flag and oh how the tears flowed.

     

     

    Mr Surgeon worked wonders with me and after several procedures a transplant looked less likely and I was taken off the list. The final procedure was a cardiac ablation and I was informed this would be exceptionally painful’ and you would be awake. My new aim was to witness Celtic winning the league and to celebrate with my family. In Surgery the big fella informed me that I could not be knocked out due to the volatile nature of my viral dilated heart but they would provide pain relief and music provided by the Surgeon. I tried to laugh. He told me the pain would come in waves lasting 45s of intense pain and 15s of relief over a period of 35-40mns. I asked about the music…

     

     

    I was sedated.

     

     

    It was agony.

     

     

    The first song, ‘You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul’

     

     

    I smiled. Bring it on…

     

     

    5/4/2006

     

    I made it to the Championship winning game and my defib didn’t activate. I’ll never take Celtic or family or life for granted again.

     

     

    Well done the Surgeon for his skill and his music…although I have a couple of musical suggestions!

     

     

    YNWA

  38. Sin City Bhoy on

    BOBBY MURDOCH’S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on 4TH AUGUST 2016 1:37 AM

     

     

    Reading the article as a whole, if you are a neutral, the wording clearly infers that we were lucky with them being down to 9 men. No mention of it being for <90 secs.

  41. Sin City Bhoy on

    Interesting to note on Twitter that Celtic and the fans are coming under fire already from a bunch of Irish journos.

     

     

    Terms thrown our way so far include plastic paddy and part time fans.

     

     

    No mention from them of course that they support an English team as well as their own local one…

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