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  3. thomthethim for Oscar OK on

    BRTH,

     

     

    I am happy to read that your mum is happy in her new surroundings. You may remember my tenuous link to her.

     

     

    You may not have come across it, but I posted earlier today about Billy Mc.Phail and his failed court case.

     

     

    In today’s game, due to the lightness of the ball, there is a greater risk of brain damage from flying elbows than there is from heading the ball.

     

     

    In my youth,

     

    I played centre half and when you saw the cannon ball that was the T ball, coming in your direction, you felt weak at the knees.

     

     

    You had to go for it or be labelled a crapper.

     

    The natural think to do was close your eyes and hope for the best.

     

     

    This invariably meant a poor connection, with the ball landing on the top of your head, leaving you staggering around stunned for the next ten minutes.

     

     

    Aye, those were tough times for a centre half.

  4. Friesdorfer on

    Neganon 2

     

    Sorry to hear that your sister is so unwell. I wish her and you and the family all the best.

     

    HH

  7. winning captains on

    When we did the press photocall for the launch of our book Caesar & The Assassin at Celtic Park, Billy came along to accompany Davie Hay.

     

     

    The press interest was high and as they arrived they were all herded into a wee room to wait. Rather amusingly Paul ended up in there as I wondered where he had got to.

     

     

    I was sitting with Billy in one of the corporate suites in the main stand pouring Billy his coffee and chatting about the book. He signed some copies and asked if he could have a few for his family.

     

     

    He was very interested in us using Caesar rather than Cesar in the book. Both are right he told me but when he managed Celtic he was always Caesar.

     

     

    He had his coat behind his chair and in between talking away about Celtic splendidly, he would occasionally looked confused and asked if he had a coat with him.

     

     

    As word got out that Billy was in the room, Celtic staff and former players started to appear to speak to the legend.

     

     

    The press wanted the two former managers to speak but we carefully managed this. Billy was wonderful as the photographers did their job.

     

     

    Alex Gordon did a great job on that book in the circumstances but was only able to do so because of a very long and close friendship with both managers. It extended to giving Billy a job after Celtic sacked him.

     

     

    Billy loved helping Alex on that book.

     

     

    My youngest boy was born in 2002 so will be 65 when Celtic celebrate our Lisbon centenary. I have been gathering signed copies of our Lions books for him to auction for Celtic causes when the time comes and very few of us are still here.

     

    He has Willie Wallace, Tommy Gemmell, John Hughes, Charlie Gallagher and most of all BILLY McNEILL.

  11. Saint Stivs on

    i have very clear memories of my uncle charlie taking me from the port station to see the 75 cup final. i was 9, we were in the rangers end. 75,000, a poor attendance, given there was 50,000 more just 10 years before.

     

     

    very clear memory of paul wilson scoring . then the cup raising, then the king being lifted on their shoulders,

     

     

    in 95, the hampden season, horrible as it was, i came out walked up somerville drive with my youngest brother, big billy striding up beside us,

     

    it happened 6 or 10 times that season, i sadid hello often, but couldnt keep up with the legend.

     

     

    like these monkeys.

     

     

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2TkhM30JmRc

  13. Margaret McGill on

    Very sad news about King Billy.

     

    Definitely a link to dementia and heading the ball.

     

    One more amazing statistic about our Caesar.

     

    Never subbed. Not once.

  14. beatbhoy on

    Diós mío! Just watched Atlético v Barça.

     

     

    That manager who was, er, “found out”, following the PSG hammering, has only gone and got 3 points at one of the most difficult arenas to get a result in Europe, thus keeping his team’s La Liga challenge alive. (Just as well, as Europe’s gone).

     

     

    What’s that make him now? Re-discovered?

  16. beatbhoy on

    Margaret McGill

     

     

    You can’t be superb if you’ve got a worse goal difference than Monaco, or Le Tamis, as they’re known following the Citeh basketball match last week!

  19. Margaret McGill on

    beatbhoy on 27th February 2017 12:57 am

     

    ok mate you can be my notary public for all my deleted posts.

     

    Youre gonna be busy till I get a red.

     

    So in retrospect maybe not so busy :)

  21. beatbhoy on

    I’ll just add 1:07am to that earlier one, so’s I don’t lose track, Mags!

     

     

    Hope the even-things-up Act doesn’t survive because sumdae goes for a pish. The numbers sound very tight.

     

     

    Or will a Nat break ranks?

  22. Margaret McGill on

    beatbhoy on 27th February 2017 1:07 am

     

    sssshhhhhh ….. Celtic PLC love that kind of vituperation.

     

    That’ll be our congenial motor cycle laddies word of the day tomorrow.

  24. Margaret McGill on

    beatbhoy on 27th February 2017 1:18 am

     

    dont let any one on here know that you might support a living wage.

  27. Tricoloured Ribbon on

    The great thing about Moussa is that he is a level headed fella.

     

    His agent,for once, is a nice guy who wants to see a young lad develop and I’m pretty sure he will stay for a long while.

     

    The Griff is there for back up.

     

    All so good.

     

    We still need two creative midfielders to make any inroads in Europe.

     

    We can win the Treble but stepping into Europe is a different ball game.

     

    I really hope the board give Brendan the backing he deserves.We have the cash.So lets go.

  29. Margaret McGill on

    BOBBY MURDOCH’S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on 27th February 2017 1:24 am

     

    Come on mate.

     

    As soon as you read the word tergiversations in a guardian article you must know by now that you have some wanna be tory working for the guardian until he gets the interview with the telegraph.

  31. MoonbeamsWD on

    Please forgive the typos from iBone in the above, I really should have proof read that particular post before hitting the post comment button.

     

     

    Sorry. Bloody iPhones.

     

     

    MWD

  32. beatbhoy on

    Margaret McGill@1:20am

     

     

    Naw, not asking why I’d to sssshhhhhh. . . . . Asking if that was to be Jax Teller’s word of the day?

  33. Margaret McGill on

    So with 24 points ahead of Aberdeen and 36 to go even with the huns 2 games from now Celtic cannot rub their noses it it unfortunately at Parkhead a la the title which would have been symbolic. Ah well.

     

    I have had my own altercations and run ins growing up in Scotland with supporters of the Scottish ascendancy in Lanarkshire, Glasgow and West Lothian. It continues to astound me of forehead why any Celtic supporter of my ilk would want to gloat and revel in any way shape or form whatsoever of thems being defeated through the mockery of cheating on the Scottish institutionalized corrupt football park.I will never forgive the current custodian PLC nor any Celtic supporter who with this once in a lifetime opportunity for complete and unadulterated obliteration actually paid to see these C***Ts since Feb 14th 2012.

  35. Margaret McGill on

    MBWD

     

    fantastic story.

     

    Loved it!

     

     

    I went to USA first time on BUNACAMP (British Universities North America Club). Football (soccer) coach to a bunch of black kids in North Philadelphia in 1984. Near Horsham. Put it this way at first I was muthafuckin jive talkin turkey. 8 weeks later I had 40 black kids singing foritza, casbah rock and trying to do sean connery impersonations. Memories.

  36. beatbhoy on

    Margaret McGill

     

     

    Aw, ye done well at 1:45, asterisktically speakin’, but noo yer away again!

     

     

    I resign!

     

     

    Or was I sacked?

     

     

    Hail! hail!

  37. petec on

    TCR,

     

     

    Moussa is getting better and Better.

     

     

    The Young guy took a shocker of a Penalty in the Nou Camp.

     

     

    That game was a biggie – it was way too early for Brendans Celtic. The Celtic he really wants.

     

     

    I remember Scott Sinclair driving Celtic on.

     

     

    We ended up losing heavily.

     

     

    We can take defeats… no problem… we will be fighting hard and fair to win Everything we enter.

     

     

    I hope Brendan is supported with big money (everything is relative) signings, I know that isn’t as easy as it sounds.

     

     

    Scott has been a Superb signing. He really is Dynamite.

     

     

    I really cannae wait to see the Kouassi lad as well.

     

     

    Good Night CQN and God Bless every CQNer.

  40. MoonbeamsWD on

    I told a wee bit of my first time meeting Billy McNeill this morning as a six year old runner up goalkeeper in a Butlins tournament in 76 or it may be 77. On that day Billy attended to present the trophies with Danny McGrain and if I remember correctly a player from the then Rangers ( I haven’t a clue who he was).

     

     

     

    On that day I remember playing in goal so hard trying to impress Billy and Danny in the hope that, stupidly, somehow at six I’d impress them enough to one day get a game for Celtic. :@-))) I spent much of my time in goals watching Billy and Danny hoping that they were watching me. :@-))) Oh to be a six year old again in the presence of a legend and a future legend. There I was in my green Adidas 2 stripe tracky throwing myself all over the goals playing out of my skin only to come runner up after what felt like playing a hundred games, Most likely I played 3 or 4. Can anyone imagine now-a-days a player turning up at Butlins during the summer hols to watch wee kids kicking a baw around without a clue how to play. More chance of meeting them in Nandos. :@-)))

     

     

     

    I remeber winning my runners up medal and I say winning because Billy presented it to me. He hung it round my neck and shook my hand with such gentleness. I still remember me looking up at this Celtic legend in awe as he placed that medal strap over my head and shook my hand. I hadn’t seen him play except on TV as I did not attend my first game until 79, Celtic v China. But I knew he was a legend.

     

     

     

    I had listened to my dad speak if King Billy so many times. I’d been shown the pics of the Legend holding that trophy aloft so many times. I was aware of how amazing an achievement it was. But I only knew at that time of Billy being the first Celt to lift that trophy.

     

     

     

    I didn’t know then that he was the first Scot, the first in Britain or the first non Latin captain to lift it. I just knew he was Billy McNeill the first ever Celt to lift it,

     

     

     

    Billy’s disease is the most horrible and brutal disease that anyone can suffer. I’ve known a few people with cancer but they have always been thankful of their lives and their memories until their dying breaths. I’ve had an uncle die from asbestosis and two friends die from breast cancer who all have been grateful for the lives they lived until their dreadful diseases took them far too young. They all were able to spend and recognise their last years, months and days with those who loved them. I’m pretty sure for me I’d bd grateful of that death over one were I lost my mind no matter how difficult and painful that may be. To not be able to relate to or recognise your lived ones must be dreadful in your last moments. That is not a put down to anyone suffering or who has suffered from the horrible disease that is cancer or any other for that matter. I know personally how hard and difficult cancer is to deal with after my x wife was diagnosed at the age of 26. Thankfully she survived.

     

     

     

    But dimentia! My brother and I took care of the most wonderful, gentle and kind man for almost 10 years after diagnosis in late 90’s. My gran his sister passed away through natural causes a few years earlier and my mum his neice passed away in January 2007 at 60 after many years of health problems following a heart attack and stroke earlier at the age of 36. My uncles wife Betty passed away in 97 which I believe was the trigger for his dimentia.

     

     

     

    Joe and Betty were always together. I don’t remember them ever being apart. They were always full of smiles and kindness. And they always had a story to tell as they were well travelled having lived and worked in America and Canada before returning home in the late 80’s. My uncle was a conscript soldier in the 50’s and barracked in Bellahoustan Park. He was one of a family of 9, 4 brothers and 3 sisters. He was one of two Protestants in his family. His dad and my great Granda the other. Joe was the youngest of my Grans family and his dad wanted one kid to be like him so he was to be a Protestant and sent to Govan High and whatever primary in Govan, I can’t remember, while all his brothers and sisters went to catholic primary and St Gerrads in Govan. There are one or two horrible takes from his school days due to his family’s religion but I’ll refrain from telling those as Joe, although hurt by them, never came across as hateful or vengeful to those who I acted the spiteful deeds on him at that time. He was always considerate of their upbringings that led to their acts. A better man than I’ll ever be!

     

     

    I’ve listened over the years to the many tales of my great uncle. How his brother and my great uncle was killed in WWII on a ship bombed two weeks before the end of the war. How my uncle was taken to Ibrox to watch the then Rangers even though when he got away with it he’d cycle from Govan to Celtic Park to watch his team the Bhoys play. How he spent his mornings before school helping his dad on his dads family allotment. How when he first moved to the states and Philidelphia, after his time serving in Govan ship builders and then a closed shop up near Celtic park as a spark, due to his schooling, he was welcomed as a gaffer in a team of sparks because they believed that due to him being born in Scotland he was a Mason. He made friends and kept them until his dying day with one or two of these guys. But the funny thing, I found about that particular story was that all the men who worked under him were black and belonged to a wholly black lodge in Philly. Seemingly there were many similar lodges on the Eastern seaboard of the states around that time.

     

     

    Then after he moved to Florida to work he was welcomed by a couple from NI. The couple invited both my uncle and my aunt (I called them that even though they were my great aunt and uncle) for dinner. Were being Scots the hosts had expected my uncle Joe and aunt Betty to be unionist ( let’s say to be polite). It wasn’t long before my uncle who had converted to the religion of most of his family before marriage) and aunt put them right. Told them exactly what they thought of their bigoted views and went to leave the hosts home half way through dinner. They were pulled back in with apologies and became great friends with the couple from NI. Even after returning home they were always first stop on my uncle and aunts visits back to the states. They became the greatest of friends and my uncle was always proud that him and my aunt were in a position to influencd the bigotry out of a very likeable couple.

     

     

     

    In the 80’s while cruising round the med my uncle and aunt met a man on board a ship. As it turned out he was the chaplain on the ship that was sunk and killed my other great uncle two weeks before WWII ended. This chaplain told my uncle of how his brother was his alter boy during the war years on that very same ship. They to became the greatest of friends.

     

     

     

    The above is just one or two stories of the many many many my uncle reagailed. If I was to continue I’d bore you all to tears for months.

     

     

    I loved listening to my uncles tales.

     

     

    As I mentioned earlier both my brother and I looked after my uncle in his last 10 years. My uncle and aunt were not able to have kids of their own.

     

     

    Watching the man that Joe was growing from the kindest human being he was to what he became in his last few years was soul destroying. I’ll admit at times I wanted to walk away from it. It was absolutely horrible. The man he became was not the man I knew growing up. He became something unrecognisable from that great human being. He became very unpleasant to be around to be brutally honest and I hope with all my heart he never saw or recognised what he became because he would have hated himself for it.

     

     

    Personally, and I know many of you will disagree with me on this or think something much worse, but I would happily have put him out of his misery many times in his last couple of years knowing Joe and knowing what he would have thought of himself had he recognised what he had become. There were many times were I considered just walking away from it. I’ve never discussed that with my brother but I have recognised that look in my brothers eyes during that period. And I have never mentioned these feelings before to anyone. Mainly because they are not feelings I am proud of and don’t want to recognise in myself.

     

     

    Dimentia, as a family member or friend, is the most destructive disease that I believe any human being can suffer and the most destruct disease for family members who love their relative to suffer. It is prolonged an wrenches at every moment during and after. It completely makes you aware of your own weaknesses of spirit in dealing with those you love.

     

     

     

    I truly consider it the worst disease of all for those who have it and the family members who live through it with their loved ones.

     

     

     

    You could never ever ever walk away but at times as a carer their plight makes you recognise the best and the worst of the human being that you are.

     

     

     

    God rest the souls of my Great Uncle Joe, my mum his loving niece, my gran his loving sister and Betty his loving wife.

     

     

     

    My thoughts and prayers are with Billy at this time and especially with Liz his wife and his family. I hope for all my life they never need to see themselves as I see me.

     

     

    MWD

  42. MoonbeamsWD on

    Mags

     

     

    I can just see you doing that :@-)))

     

     

    BTW

     

     

    You need to stop bring so hard on your fellow Celtic supporter.

     

     

    Each to their own buddy.

     

     

    I purchased an adult season book which included the Hun game. So I pay to watch them or not if I so choose. I will be attending the next one because my Bhoy wants to go to his first Sevco game having been told about it by his cousins. I wouldn’t be going otherwise. Personally aside said before I won’t pay to watch them directly to their coffers via the Hunnery, the SFA comps or the SPFL LC. I’ve not attended iPox since 88. I don’t want to pay towards their supreme to identity.

     

     

    But it’s not for me or you to judge others. We may not like it but it’s their choice.

     

     

    Let’s face it, that will never be obliterated. There will always be a version of them around,

     

     

    MWD

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