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  1. Don’t agree with the “10 in a row is not a project ” banner. Smacks of self-entitlement, 8 in a row is the primary objective, imo of course. HH

  2. Always worth a report… BSR’s match report…

     

     

    He never does scores, is it because we do t care if we win, lose or draw!?

     

     

    BOURNESOUPRECIPE @ 5:59 PM

     

     

    Torrential rain caused traffic mayhem around Glasgow and some supporters ducked judging by the the size of the crowd, but both sides made a great afternoon of football. Long gone are the comical Accies, replaced with a good coach, that knows how to set out the players he has, and with a few days the Lanarkshire side beats Paisley district handsomely.

     

     

    Celtic ran their opponents off their feet and but still they wouldn’t cave, even at 2-0 Canning’s side literally launched themselves at Celtic , Timothy Weah managed to evade them just the once but was caught in two minds whether to stick , twist or shoot first time and the keepers legs got in the way, not for the only time.

     

     

    Sheer ‘law of average’ beat the Accies defence and the shot stopping keeping erred twice, to open the door through pent up pressure that never relented, from the kick off. Sinclair Sinclair had a good game again, fading in the second half where Hamilton seemed to be able to pin him on the wing, but he stepped inside long enough to be nodding home the icing on the cake, to round up the faithful’s day.

     

     

    Celtic have got ‘millions’ of Brendan Rodgers types in midfield, and up front the high press tortured Accies, and was always going to win, but not so other games, as we’ve seen where steel and muscle of differing types would give us another  powerful ally. Ninety miles an hour, one touch will blow away most of the SPL at Celtic Park but where is a Bobby Murdoch Auld or Hay?

     

     

    Someone to vary the game, slow it down, someone up front that holds the ball to feed in the skillful players that fill the team, some brawn not Brown wirey though he is, but can still get clugged for fun in the SPL school of Doug Imrie who can be late for eighty minutes, before the inescapable caution. Ryan Christie never stopped and got his goal through tirelessly filling the channels where he pops up as last man standing to tidy up the score sheet, with the second crucial goal, much like the first in the Betfred final.

     

     

    The fight between Tim Weah Mikey Johnston and James Forrest Oliver Burke was won by the benchmen, Forrest was still on fire when he came on, so was Burke both unlucky not to score but Accies were ragged by then, and the rotation inside seven days has hatched ten goals without reply for Celtic’s best manager since Stein.

     

     

    Hail Hail

     

     

    M.O.M Ryan Christie

  3. No point in blaming the linesman if a professional goalkeeper doesn’t know that a free-kick in the penalty area has to be kicked out of the area to be in play. HH

  4. GlassTwoThirdsFull on

    Macjay

     

    Ibrox was a bad day at the end of a tough month.

     

    Great opportunity to go six points clear on Wednesday (although St Johnstone is always a tough game, sometimes more so at home). If it goes above that the other teams will begin to lose hope.

     

    Just need to keep going at it. No place for any complacency.

  5. No defeats the rest of the season.Add to that team yesterday,

     

    KT

     

    Rogic

     

    Eddy

     

    Ntcham

     

    Boyatta

     

    Griff

     

    Ralston.

     

    Gordon.

     

    No way does any other team in the league come anywhere near this squad.A RB,and we are good to go.

  6. Big Georges Fan Club - Hail, Hail, Wee Oscar on

    DAVID66 on 26TH JANUARY 2019 9:23 PM

     

    Big George- on Hogmany we were in our local and I asked the new Karaoke guy where he was from? Airdrie replys wee Sammy with the Red white and blue shirt on (obviously bar staff never told him it was a tims pub?), I said “oh I have family in Plains”. Wee Sammy replies to me nae need tae ask whit team they support coming fae Republican Plains… I could tell by his voice and demeanour that he was a Hun.

     

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    Hi David66 – sorry never replied last night – started watching Peaky Blinders and never got back to the blog till this morning :-))

     

     

    It’s funny how easy it is sometimes to spot a currant bun – whover coined the phrase “perma-rage” got it spot-on!!

     

     

    HH from the green-and-white oasis of The Plains

     

    BGFC

  7. Hun game on Wednesday could be in trouble again.- temperatures forecast.

     

    Oh dear.Going between plastic and brick hard parks.

     

    Which is nice.

  8. Very impressed with Oliver Burke so far. Pace and movement top notch, and a few clever flicks as well. HH

  9. Good morning CQN from a crisp sunny Garngad

     

     

    Turkeybhoy- add a Right back and we are good to go, like you said.

     

    If it happens it happens, if not then barring injuries down that side we will still win the league, Europe is a different kettle of fish, where I think we will be exploited down that right side.

     

    Myself, very small minded, although I want us to win every game we participate in, the Europa League does nothing for me. I know it helps for coefficient etc.

     

    The league and CL is where we want to be.

     

     

    Hail Hail

     

     

    D. :)

  10. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    GLASSTWOTHIRDSFULL on 27TH JANUARY 2019 10:43 AM

     

     

    Know exactly how you feel.

     

    It`s for us to lose.

     

     

    However , a wee slip up for the hun today would not go amiss.

     

     

    Hail Hail

  11. Christie or Ajer for MotM yesterday.

     

     

    I posted before the game that I would have liked Burke to start and Weah to come on when the defence was tiring. As it turned out, the opposite was employed by Brendan with almost the same effect.

     

     

    Which brings me to my point. With the way teams set up against us, whoever starts in the no. 9 position rarely has a “good” game. He is starved of the ball and lucky to get even one chance before he gets subbed. It’s happened for Griff, Eduard, Mikey, Burke and now Weah.

     

     

    Even the chance Weah had was due to him harassing the defender, then pouncing on a port back pass; should have scored. But it wasn’t from creative football.

     

     

    In reality, the first 60 minutes of any game, especially at home, is spent probing and prodding. Corners, long range efforts, frantic defending and keeper saves. It’s only if (when) we put a couple in the onion bag, or we get fresh subs on that we open up the defence.

     

     

    Both wingers struggle to get past the fullbacks (usually 2 often 3). Sinclair did a bit better yesterday. Mikey had the same problem as Forrest faces.

     

     

    Solution. If only I knew. What I have seen is that we look more effective without Brown in these types of games. And yet, conversely, Brown had a really good game yesterday. Supreme in his defensive duties. But offers very little creativity.

  12. Bitton looked good when he came on. Purposeful, intelligent, speedy (relative to when he last played). Of course, he was against tiring players and a bit more space to make lovely passes. But good nevertheless.

  13. Nye Bevans' rebel soldier on

    Stats don’t tell the whole story if they did slippy would be gone.

     

     

    In Europe 5 win’s from 14 giving him a 35.71% win rate.

     

    Domestically 14 win’s from 25 giving him a 56% win rate.

     

    Overall 19 win’s from 39 giving him a 48.71% win rate.

     

     

    Compere with Celtic stats the season, a season in which if we weren’t in

     

    crisis we seemed to be on the verge of one.

     

     

    In Europe 7 win’s from 14 giving us a 50% win rate.

     

    Domestically 20 win’s from 27 giving us a 74.07% win rate.

     

    Overall 27 win’s from 41 giving us a 65.85% win rate.

     

     

     

    Ps… I’ve got far too much time on my hands.

  14. mcilvanney conversation – 1st episode being played on radio scotland now,

     

     

    stein shankly, ali, jinky, busby, and pele spoken about in the opening lines.

     

     

    their voices seem even more distinctive , more special when you have not heard them in a long time.

  15. Back to Basics - Glass Half Full on

    Tinkering and squad management while still delivering results is a trait of a great manager.

     

     

    Brendan will play his strongest possible team on Wednesday.

     

     

    St Johnstone have the best away record in the SPFL. Their PPG away from home EXACTLY matches Sevco’s overall return (home and away combined).

     

     

    Interestingly, despite an impressive points tally (away from home) they have ZERO goal difference for these games.

     

     

    They win tight games but, when they lose, it is by a big margin. If Celtic hit them hard, fast and early we’ll win.

     

     

    Speaking of away form, the team with the best goal difference away from home is Celtic (and by some distance).

     

     

    We win big and lose narrowly.

     

     

    So, respectfully, have a look at goals scored and goals conceded by us in these away games and then hypothesise why we are buying strikers not defenders this window.

     

     

    Our bigger issue is up front.

     

     

    Hail hail

  16. we have performed very well in all comps this season considering we have played most of the season without a centre forward.

  17. JOBO BALDIE on 26TH JANUARY 2019 10:06 PM

     

    And so, we are 3 points clear of Killie with a game on hand and, tonight, 6 clear of Sevco having both played 22 games.

     

     

     

     

    Compared to last season’s points total after 22 games I am surprised to see hat we are actually only 3 points worse off.

     

     

     

     

    League Cup in the bag. A decent Scottish Cup draw. And daylight at the top of the league.

     

     

     

     

    So why the angst?

     

     

     

     

    Here we go……………..eight in a row…..

     

     

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    Why the angst???

     

     

    IMO, in large part as a result of a concerted effort by our media enemies and those who do not support the positive objectives of Our Great Club. Huns, certainly and the more sleekit operators who seek to encourage a divided support. Specifically emphasising divisions and perceived differences in strategy between Supporter, Manager, and Club Management.

     

    The Big Bad PLC stuff is overdone, as is the recent panto stuff about Big Peter And His Incredible Heated Driveway yada, yada.

     

     

    The Sleekits take a wee brekk every nooo an’ then…but always return to the same skript and the same targets.

     

     

    There has to be a cumulative effect, malign influence over time is pervasive.

     

     

    However, One Game At A Time, One Title At A Time…should give us the result we all want –

     

    a victorious (reasonably) harmonious Celtica and huns snuffed ooot wan mair time……

     

     

    HH

  18. PHILBHOY

     

     

    Mine and my family’s regards to your daughter O (if i rember correctly)

     

     

    KEEP THE FAITH

  19. Hugh McIlvanney tributes continued………………..

     

     

    Bobby Murdoch

     

     

    Bobby Murdoch was as unassuming off the pitch as he was influential on it in Celtic’s greatest victory.

     

     

    Those of us with fresh memories of Bobby Murdoch’s career feel a duty to celebrate his greatness as a football player. Sport rarely gives posterity much of a basis for sound judgments. An artist or a bricklayer leaves lasting, assessable evidence of his abilities but expressing high talent through the playing of games can be like trying to carve a mark on running water.

     

     

    That is particularly true of football, where even the most ordinary match amounts to a complex ebb and flow of influences, and a permanent record of a performer’s effectiveness is obviously far more elusive than it is, say, amid the teeming statistics of track and field or cricket or golf. Clearly, technical advances in camerawork make the growing film archive increasingly helpful in preserving a sense of how special footballers of earlier eras were. Diego Maradona’s surge through the England defence for the goal of goals at the 1986 World Cup finals is nearly as breathtaking for a television audience now as it was for all of us who were in the Aztec Stadium on the day -nearly but not quite.

     

     

    The game is live theatre and, grateful though we are for television’s admirable substitute, much is lost when we have to settle for images on a screen. To be fully savoured, football’s supreme moments must be first-hand experiences, and its greatest players can be truly understood and appreciated only as flesh-and-blood presences. They are best appreciated, of course, by the men who were closest to them while they were operating at the height of their powers, by their fellow players and the managers who sent them on to the field.

     

     

    To gauge Bobby Murdoch’s status in the crowded ranks of the outstanding midfielders Scotland has produced in the century and more since football became professional, don’t look at the insulting total of 12 caps gained. Listen, instead, to the voices of those who were his comrades, and his opponents, in his prime. Jock Stein’s opinion of him would be enough on its own to remove any doubt about his right to be considered genuinely great. Whenever the Big Man, as inspired a manager as ever worked in the game, talked to me about Celtic’s historic success in the European Cup of 1967, he was eager to acknowledge that Murdoch was the most comprehensively gifted player in the lavishly talented team assembled from Glasgow and its environs (Bobby Lennox came from Saltcoats, 30 miles away on the Ayrshire coast, which hardly rendered the overall proximity of origins less miraculous).

     

     

    Stein did not dispense such distinctions lightly and the tribute retained all of its significance after his death in 1985 at the age of 62, six years older than Murdoch was when he succumbed last Tuesday to the effects of a massive stroke. There was an impressive range of qualities to justify the praise. Most of the strengths had been sufficiently discernible at Our Lady’s High School in Motherwell (also responsible for nurturing Billy McNeill, the inspirational captain of the European Cup-winners who went into legend as the Lisbon Lions) to persuade Celtic to sign Murdoch almost as soon as he turned 15. He confirmed his promise with a scoring debut in the first team six days short of his 18th birthday in August 1962, but it was when Stein launched his unparalleled reign as manager in March 1965 that the young prospect raised in Rutherglen, a few miles from Parkhead, began to accelerate towards the standards which contributed so much to the glories of 1967 and beyond.

     

     

    Crucial to that swift development was Stein’s characteristically astute decision to alter Murdoch’s function, switching him, in the terminology of the day, from inside-right to right-half. Having withdrawn Bertie Auld from outside-left to a deeper role in midfield, the manager was doubly guaranteeing himself verve, combativeness and rich creativity in the vital central areas of the pitch. There was balance, too, with Auld’s inventive and precise application of a marvellous left foot frequently prompting Celtic’s most dazzling attackers, Jimmy Johnstone and Lennox, to torture the opposition. But Murdoch was the driving heart of a magnificent team.

     

     

    Everybody around him recognised that reality, and thrived on it. The warmth and profound modesty of his nature made it easy for his teammates to accept him wholeheartedly as first among equals, the best footballer in their midst. Jim Craig, right-back of the Lions, spoke for all of them when he said last week: “When Bobby Murdoch played the whole Celtic team played.”

     

     

    Murdoch had all the equipment needed to exert such an influence. Broad and powerful in build, he was unfazed by any physical confrontation. Whether relying on jarringly effective tackles or deft dispossessing techniques based on his alert, intelligent reading of the play, he was a prodigious winner of the ball. But it was his use of it that set him apart. Assured control, superb passing and fierce shooting were attributes he had in abundance. He was wonderfully two-footed, and what he did with either weapon had the stamp of class. That versatility was a godsend throughout a career complicated by the chronic problems inflicted on his right ankle by a serious injury suffered in his teens. The depth of his unostentatious courage is demonstrated by the story of how he made his heroic contribution against Internazionale of Milan in Lisbon while nursing the ravaged ankle and depending almost entirely on his left foot -and even more by the fact that he didn’t bother to mention his adversity in public until years later, and then only in casual conversation.

     

     

    Of all the formidable components of his game, however, the most telling, and certainly the one Stein cherished above all others, was his capacity to deliver the ball over long or short distances, with speed and accuracy and unfailing economy, into the places where it could do maximum damage to the opposition. It is hard to think of a midfielder who identified the points of vulnerability more perceptively or exploited them more ruthlessly than he did. In football terms, he was the delivery-man from heaven.

     

     

    His haul of trophies -with Celtic he figured in the winning of eight Scottish League championships, four Scottish Cups, five League cups and the European Cup, and in his twilight phase at Middlesbrough he helped the Teesside club to the English Second Division title -is all the more extraordinary when we remember that, in addition to his injuries, he was constantly plagued by weight troubles associated with a slow metabolic rate. It was a dire affliction for a professional sportsman but, like everything connected with Stein’s Celtic, it could be material for banter. “We send Murdoch down to the health farm at Tring to lose some weight,” the manager once said to me, “and the main result is that we are polluted with bad tips from the wee jockeys he meets there.”

     

     

    As Bobby Murdoch was buried on Friday, the grieving of the wife, children and grand-children with whom he was so lovingly close was respectfully echoed by the mourning of a football club who still like to think of themselves as an extended family. Celtic never lost a more distinguished son.

     

     

    Hugh McIlvanney

  20. Why did BBC Scotland decide to have Neil Lennons problems at Hibs (not even sacked) as the first main item on the 6pm news.

     

    Not exactly unusual for football managers to fall out with their employers. So very confused as to why did this story take precedence over every other bit of news-hospital bugs ,Brexit etc ?

  21. Is it wrong to want to improve year on year?

     

    We could not win any more domestic trophies than last year or the year before we all know that, but in terms of quality of player/performance, finishing the season on more points/goals/wins/less draws than the year before, should surely be our target. This along with qualifying for the group stages of the CL.

     

    This I think is where fans want to see improvement.

     

    We are not going to win the treble every year we all know that, but we should and (I believe we are) trying to improve the quality and standard of personnel, although I might disagree with too many young projects. But that is my opinion and not everyone’s.

     

     

    Anyway Hail Hail

     

    D. :)

  22. What is the Stars on

    Bankiebhoy

     

     

    Stop talking sense !!!,please it could be contagious

     

     

    Sack the Board

     

     

    Philbhoy

     

    Best wishes to your daughter