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  1. Just watched the pre game interview with jason denayer

     

     

    Them reporters are a bunch of twats.. nothing about the game . Asked him where he going to be next season about 5 times or where he wanted to be.

     

     

    Trying there best to unsettle him by looks of it.

  2. blantyretim is praying for the Knox family on

    Son maybe shining but not for the BUCKLEY family

     

     

    Sad world we live in when death and heartache are a daily occurance

  3. proudbhoy

     

    07:02 on 16 April, 2015

     

     

    The solution would be to have either Broony, or The Cat to do the media duties.

     

     

    Direct, contemptuous death glares, backed up by blunt, inane soundbytes.

  4. Stan and Stefan - Sitting doon for Scott Broon on

    So Ronny Deila outsmarted me, and perhaps some of you, by omitting zig and zag from the starting line up.

     

     

    Cup tied they are, so certainty to start and thereby save others for Sunday.

     

     

    As it turns out, Ronny was obviously experimenting with cup semi final in mind. Without Armstrong and GMS, what is our best option. Forrest on the left? Nah. Guidetti up front. Nah? Johansen and Common juxtapositioned? Nah.

     

     

    So he learned a lot and also had the strength of character to change things so that we won the game, maybe a forced hand with Killie fluking the opener. Regardless, well played.

     

     

    Sunday’s line up will be interesting.

  5. Glorious start to the day in Corcaigh…….

     

     

    Delighted with the win last night, well done Ronny and the Bhoys.

     

     

    Thanks to those who posted the goals….

     

     

    SpiritO’BigJie CSC

  6. Cheers yorkbhoy, after reading your reply I found this. Not intended to detract one iota from Partick Thistle’s laudable efforts.

     

     

    Greater Maryhill Food Bank will be out in force around Firhill from early on Sunday morning collecting donations from fans heading to the Partick Thistle v Celtic clash, writes Ginny Clark. A team of around 30 volunteers will be providing huge bins for both fans and local people to fill with donations of tins, dried foods and other essentials.

     

     

    The Greater Maryhill Food Bank were boosted this week by a £5000 donation from Celtic – and a pledge of support for the group’s bid to find and run local premises. Celtic hero Bertie Auld will also be paying a visit to the hard-working volunteers.

     

     

    Julie Hyslop, co-founder of the Greater Maryhill Food Bank and the organisation’s volunteer co-ordinator, said: “This support from Celtic has been overwhelming. Three weeks ago we were working week to week to feed people and now we have a pot of money to help us. If we think we are running out of dried pasta then we can go and buy it. This donation has been a lifeline.

     

     

    “We’ll soon be able to start handing out food more than once a week. We fed 29 families on Monday, around 60 people. One man walked all the way from Shettleston in the East End to get food for him and his two children. That’s the amazing thing about this donation, Celtic will have hungry people in the area where they are based but there is no local food bank.

     

     

    “It’s the same over in Govan, yet BAE, who have a lot of workers from the Maryhill area, gave us a £1000 donation and they are also organising a huge workforce collection in November. Tesco Maryhill have been great too and people are so generous.”

     

     

    Hyslop – a Partick Thistle season-ticket holder who will be wearing a joint Jags-Celtic scarf on Sunday in recognition of the club’s donation – continued: “Now we want to use all this support as a platform to branch out and help set up food banks in the East End, across the north in Barmulloch and other areas too. Collectively, we can work to provide food banks all over Glasgow.”

  7. Can we end this experiment of playing Forrest on the left wing. It doesn’t work, he is clearly uncomfortable there . Would we play Izzy at Right Back ?

     

     

    Forrest is a huge asset playing on the the right when he uses his pace to get to the byeline and is an excellent crosser with his RIGHT foot. He is also a composed finisher and is comfortable in a central position behind the striker.

     

     

    On the left he isn’t even as effective as Calum McGregor

  8. Also related to the previous and again not intended to detract in any way.

     

     

    Bosses at the Greater Maryhill Foodbank are paying tribute to people’s generosity after nearly £20,000 has been donated.

     

     

    The charity was targeted by heartless thieves who made off with shopping vouchers and cash earmarked to help fund a holiday for a schoolgirl who survived a car crash that killed her friend.

     

     

    Celtic FC have offered to pay for 10 year old Chelsea Somerville to go to Florida with her family.

     

     

    And Partick Thistle are collecting food at their home game on Saturday.

  9. TBJ says Wee Oscar Knox is in heaven with the angels on

    Went to bed happy .. Woke up with the old reality check .. The news that the Buckley family and all good people dreaded hearing

     

     

    Perspective

  10. kitalba 07:11 on 16 April, 2015:

     

     

    A magnificent effort by everybody, more power to the Supporter…:)

     

     

    Keep the Faith!

     

     

    Hail Hail!

  11. TBJ says Wee Oscar Knox is in heaven with the angels on

    Barca bhoy

     

     

    Agreed on James playing on the left but tbh I don’t rate him very high on the right

     

     

    Also .. Can someone please spend some time teaching Adam Mathews the art of tackling and blocking crosses . His defensive game is very poor ATM

  12. time for change on

    Morning everyone.

     

     

    Sad news about Karen.

     

     

    Incredible generosity from the fans last night.

     

     

    Our football admistrators continue to show how much out of touch they are…no way back. I hope.

     

     

    Great result last night…hope for the same on Sunday….although I dispair at the choice of match officials.

     

     

    Please don’t refer to the Old Firm… It ceased when Rangers ceased to exist.

     

    Hh

  13. Alasdair MacLean

     

     

    01:19 on 16 April, 2015

     

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    How many hearts and minds were…won-over-retrained-educated-factually-enlightend-rudely-awakened-gave-a-toss?…apart from the ego-trippers on ‘here’ who paid to, make a ‘statement’ that…imho…was no more than an exercise in futility or, an ego-trip….coz…the ‘statement’ lacked the ‘authentic’-stamp…of Celtic FC…who will take Celtic fans money…then…they lock them out…what part of ‘that’ is so difficult to understand?….a ‘statement’…in a hun-paper…(their ‘all’ hun-papers)…is like a Green Brigade banner though, not as well crafted…but, what audience is reached by this stuff?…the folk inside Celtic Park?….the folk on here who, bought the edition of that paper?….is it outrageous to suggest that…blind-hipocrisy is in evidence here?…ah mean, fans are slated on here for…buying the big-bad-hun-papers…then, ye go into CP and what do ye get?…wall 2 wall ‘flashing-adverts’…for the same papers who, kick the sh#t out of anything – Celtic / Catholic / Irish…’every’ day…paying Celtic for the privilege…the old saying about taking the ‘devils-coin’ is apt on this occasion…imho…the best way for Celtic fans to make a ‘statement’ would be for these same, Celtic supporters to take off their blinkers and address the real enemy…the Colluding Celtic Board who are, the ‘only’ outfit who had the armoury to ‘bury’ the huns for evermore but, the occupants of that same board room dont have the same DNA as their downtrodden supporters who, to their own loss…suffer too many fools…gladly…which is a great shame.

     

     

    …….oot.

  14. Morning all.

     

     

    After a very satisfying day yesterday comes the terrible and tragic news about Karen Buckley.

     

     

    Thoughts and prayers with her family.

  15. Borrowed from Don’t Let It Be Forgot:

     

     

    The Laughter and the Tears

     

     

    The Rangers coaching staff had a decision to make with regards the wee lad from Fife. ‘Too wee, you need to be bigger to make the grade in the modern game.’ The 12 year old wasn’t offered an S-Form on the basis of his physique and much to his disappointment his Friday night training sessions with Rangers were over. His mother was quietly glad as the drive she made every week from Fife took it out of her. She’d pack a flask of soup, a good book and a blanket as she drove him to Falkirk on a Tuesday night and Glasgow on a Friday for his training sessions. She’d sit in the car for a couple of hours in all weathers waiting for him to finish his football practice. She knew he was a determined lad and would not be giving up his dream of being a professional footballer. His Dyslexia made school difficult at times and he sometimes seemed happiest clattering into tackles on the football field than sitting in class. Rangers’ decision not to sign him was perhaps something of a blessing in disguise.

     

     

     

    His determination caught the eye of Hibs scout, John Park, who took a chance on the dyslexic lad from Hill of Beath. He was signed up at the age of 13 and worked his way through the ranks at Hibs with others such as Gary O’Connor, Derek Roirdan, Steven Whittaker, Kevin Thomson and Steven Fletcher. In May 2003 as Celtic fans prepared for the great airlift to Seville, Hibs gave a debut to a skinny 17 year old lad who set up 3 goals in their 3-1 victory over Aberdeen. His name was of course Scott Brown.

     

     

     

    It’s a matter of record that Scott built a reputation as an aggressive midfielder who enjoyed the physical confrontations of the midfield engine room. It is beyond dispute that during his 110 games for Hibs, he became one of the most sought after young players in Scotland. In early 2007 Kevin Thomson admitted to the press that he had spoken to Scott about joining him at Ibrox. Reading was also interested in the player but Brown preferred to be fighting for honours rather than fighting relegation in England. He said at the time…

     

     

     

    ‘If I had chosen Reading I would probably be fighting a relegation battle next season and then maybe disappearing into the Championship. In two years’ time people would have been saying, ‘Remember that lad Scott Brown – whatever happened to him?’

     

     

     

    Rangers fans sensing that Brown would be joining Kevin Thomson at Ibrox taunted Hibs fans with chants of ‘We’re going to sign Scott Brown’ but with a host of options before him, Brown surprised many by signing for Gordon Strachan’s Celtic in May 2007. Brown said at the time…

     

     

     

    “Everyone knows Celtic is one of the biggest names in football and the opportunity to join a club of Celtic’s stature was one I had to take. Celtic has enjoyed a great season, lifting the SPL Championship and making great progress in Europe. The club has a magnificent support and I will be doing all I can to make sure I play my part in delivering more and more success to these fans.”

     

     

     

    The £4.4m fee Celtic paid for Scott Brown was a record between Scottish clubs. His mother, Heather, said at the time with a hint of a smile…

     

     

     

    “Most of the village wanted him to sign for Rangers but his uncle Bert, Auntie Jeanette and cousin Ryan are especially pleased because they’re all Celtic fans and shareholders.”

     

     

     

    He began season 2007-08 in the Hoops and played over 40 times as Celtic came back from a seemingly impossible deficit in the SPL to set up a tremendous finale to the season. He missed two Old Firm games in the spring of 2008 due to suspension but Strachan was able to win both games using Barry Robson and Paul Hartley as his midfield anchors. As that tumultuous season reached its climax Celtic lost one of their best loved sons when Tommy Burns lost his fight with skin cancer on May 15th. The club was shaken to its very foundation but from the tragedy of losing Tommy Burns came a determination to go on and win the title in his memory. For Scott Brown it would have been doubly painful as his sister, Fiona was in the final stages of her own tragic struggle with the same illness.

     

     

     

    On May 22nd 2008 Celtic defeated Dundee United 1-0 at Tannadice to clinch one of the most emotionally charged matches in the club’s history. The title was won and the supporters and players remembered Tommy Burns as laughter mixed with tears on a memorable night in Dundee. For Scott Brown, a young man cavorting with his team mates on the pitch, the smiles hid his anguish. As he hugged Celtic owner Dermot Desmond in the wake of that title triumph, few would have guessed the troubles he was dealing with off the field. Just two weeks after Celtic’s triumph on Tayside, Brown lost his sister Fiona. She was just 21 and he was devastated. It was a testing time for the promising young midfielder as it would be for anyone caught in such circumstances. His first full season with Celtic had certainly been one of success on the field but that paled into insignificance when one considers the off field tragedies he and his family were trying to cope with.

     

     

     

    In the almost 8 years since Scott Brown joined Celtic he has grown into one of the best midfielders in the country. He is Celtic Captain and a regular in the Scotland team. He has currently won 4 titles, 2 Scottish Cups and 2 League cups to add to the 2007 League Cup he won with Hibs. He has played over 200 games for Celtic and has matured into a fine player who has tempered his wilder streak without losing any of his edge in midfield. He has given Celtic fans some great memories and as one fan pointed out after a disappointing result when he was injured, ‘There’s a hole in the midfield when Broony isn’t there and it’s a big one.’ His contribution to Celtic has grown as he has matured and he is currently the first name on the team sheet. In 2008 he was the new kid on the block surrounded by older players such as Robson, McManus and Hartley. Today he is the leader on the field, the mainstay of a Celtic side which is currently dominating Scottish football.

     

     

     

    He has come a long way since Rangers decided he was too small to make the grade. I for one am glad he decided to join Celtic and that his journey took him up the Celtic way and into Paradise.

  16. South Of Tunis on

    Sicilian coastguards rescuing 213 men / women and children from a leaking rubber dingy some 50 miles off the Libyan coast were threatened by four people smugglers in a speedboat firing Kalashnikovs in the air.The reason – the people smugglers wanted their rubber dingy back.

  17. South Of Tunis on

    PTFC pal had the pleasure of going to Livvy v The Deady Bears last night

     

     

    2 comments –

     

     

    Jawdropping partial Officiating

     

     

    90 plus minutes of in your face Offensive Behaviour.

  18. South Of Tunis on

    Ying and Yang.

     

     

    International Record Store Day on Saturday 18th April.New development this year- lots of Record Stores are holding Anti Record Store Day events in response to the over commercialisation and profiteering now associated with International Store Day..

  19. South Of Tunis on

    Off oot – strawberries to harvest .My lower back and my knees will suffer.Creak / creak.

     

     

    Sunny / 23 degrees at 10 am – way down south.

  20. Karen Buckley R.I.P

     

    as a father of two daughters ,one only months younger than Karen ,My heart is sore for her parents and family.

     

    May perpetual light shine upon her.

  21. F.A.B. Virgil (WATRC) on

    Kitalba

     

     

    Both Dundees and Hibs have had collections. So have some of the smaller clubs and juniors. The fact we hear less about it or that their efforts by volume were ‘smaller’ is less relevant.

     

     

    Going by my walk to the ground last night those carrying bags were not in the majority.

     

     

    Not sure what that says really. I’d much rather everyone brought 1 item than 1 in 20 brought 2 bags tbh.

     

     

    HH

  22. Jungle Jim Hot Smoked on

    “Not sure what that says really. I’d much rather everyone brought 1 item than 1 in 20 brought 2 bags tbh.”

     

     

    What difference does that make to the people eating the food?

     

     

     

    JJ

  23. F.A.B. Virgil (WATRC)

     

     

    Remember the old adage though mate, never judge a book by the cover. Some of those folks waking to the game may have had their backs taken off them at the station, they may have made a donation elsewhere, but I do share with you your sentiment.

  24. F.A.B. Virgil (WATRC) on

    kitalba

     

     

    Believe me… I know…

     

     

    Anyway, aff oot. Have a surgeon to visit…

     

     

    HH

  25. Again borrowed from Don’t Let It Be Forgot:

     

     

    Children of a lesser God

     

     

     

     

    Dumfries 1915

     

    The old man coughed again, his body arching with the effort. So many years working in the poorest parts of London and Glasgow had taken their toll. At 74 years of age he was tired, so tired. Bright April sunshine slanted in the window and glinted on the plain silver cross which stood by his bed. His mind wandered these days, a confusion of images seen as if through fog. Voices from the past echoed in his head; his mother calling him from door of their cottage in Sligo, then the sound of children singing hymns so beautifully. ‘Yes, the children’ he thought to himself, ‘The poor, hungry children.’ He had done so much for them but in the great scheme of things it was so little. Still so many of those little ones went without. He closed his eyes intending to pray but from the mist of the past his mind replayed scenes long gone…

     

     

     

     

    Glasgow 1887

     

     

     

    A small crowd of mainly ragged and poor individuals stood in the slow drizzle listening to the man speak. He roared out with confidence and no little emotion, ‘For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life! That invitation to the eternal banquet, Brethren, is open to all be they Mohammedans, Jews or Papists!’ The Crowd, which numbered less than 50, listened in silence as the preacher held aloft his black, leather bound Bible, ‘Do not be duped by the Harlot of Rome, Brethren, all their false promises and idolatry will lead only to damnation! Only here in the book of life you will find salvation.’ Across the street, sheltering under a shop’s awning from the incessant rain, Brother Dorotheus watched the scene in silence. He had seen it many times in his years working amongst the poor in the east of Glasgow. The preaching would be followed by an invitation to some food in the small hall behind the man. Some, the most hungry, would go inside. Others, mostly those with folk memories of the great hunger in Ireland who knew well the literal and symbolic meaning of ‘taking the soup,’ would not. Dorotheus sighed and continued his walk in the rain. He would speak to Andrew about this and see how his plans were coming along.

     

     

     

    Less than a mile away Andrew Kerin’s stood at window in the Sacred Heart Primary School watching the children play in the yard outside. Their carefree laughter belied the difficult lives many of them endured. Some of them, even on such an inclement day, wore no shoes, most were dressed poorly in whatever their parents could afford. The Education act passed in 1872 may have made it compulsory for those aged 5-13 to come to school but he knew that many still had work to do to help sustain their families. Absenteeism was high and Andrew knew from his travels around the east end that many of school age were working long hours in fume filled factories and mills. How could he blame them in such hard times? A knock at the door broke into his thoughts and he said, ‘Come in,’ in his still recognisably Irish accent. The School Secretary entered, ‘Mr Glass to see you Head Master.’ Andrew smiled, ‘John, dear friend, come in, sit.’ The stocky, bearded man who wore a smart tweed suit sat in the chair opposite Kerins. ‘Good day to you Andrew, I have more news of our venture. It seems our friend might be willing to lease us the land I spoke of last week. I may get him to settle on a rent of £50 per year.’ Andrew Kerins smiled, ‘That is indeed fortuitous news. Our benefactors have not left us bereft. There is £200 or more in the coffers and perhaps we should proceed. There is much need John and the church is losing people to the evangelisers in our midst who steal them away with a bowl of stew and a second hand overcoat.’ Glass nodded, ‘I have seen them, Andrew. It is important that we act and act soon. I’ll meet Pat Welsh tomorrow and go view the ground one last time but I feel sure it may be our best option and one closest to the majority of our people.’ The elderly school Secretary entered with a tray bearing hot tea at that point, ‘It’s a cold day Mr Glass, I thought you could do with some warmth.’ Glass smiled, ‘Tis most kind of you Miss Kelly, one meets nothing but warmth in this school.’ Her cheeks flushed a little as she placed the tray on the desk and left. When she had closed the door behind her, the two friends talked more of their project and the urgency required to bring it to fruition.

     

     

     

    The meeting hall in East Rose Street was full to overflowing and the noisy crowd filled the air with a blue haze of smoke. Andrew Kerins, flanked by Brother Dorotheus, entered the room and the hubbub subsided. John Glass, Pat Welsh and a few other key men were already seated at the great oak table signalled for the assembled men to sit as the meeting was about to begin. Kerins sat as his friend and fellow Marist Brother Dorotheus gazed out at the crowd until silence reigned. He began to speak and blessed himself with the words, ‘In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.’ The assembled group did the same before settling to hear the good Brother speak. ‘Directly we beseech thee oh Lord to guide our deliberations this day and help bring to fruition our plans. This we ask in the name of Christ our Lord. Amen.’ With that he sat and John Glass stood looking out at what seemed a sea of faces, ‘Gentlemen, our plans are at an advanced stage and the piece of ground we discussed at our last meeting has been rented. It will take an effort to fill the many holes in the ground but I feel sure we shall not lack volunteers for the labour. We have persuaded some of the leading players of the day to wear our colours and we should be ready by the spring to play our first game.’ There was a murmur of approval around the hall as he went on. ‘I now ask our most enthusiastic and energetic supporter to speak, Brother Walfrid.’ Glass, who was always careful to give Andrew Kerin’s his religious name at such public events, sat as Andrew Kerins stood. ‘Firstly I must thank Mr Glass, all the Committee and of course our great community here in the east end for the support they are giving this venture. It is a great and noble thing we do in seeking to feed the hungry. Our children must have a better start in life and must not be stunted in body, mind or spirit by the lack of the necessities of life.’ Again there was a murmur of approval and much nodding. Kerins went on, ‘You may recall that I stated some months ago that a football club will be formed for the maintenance of dinner tables for the children and unemployed? Well, it gives me great pride to tell you all that the club we dreamed of is close to being born. It shall bear a name suitable and mindful of its origin and that name shall be ‘Celtic.’ At this there was some applause and cheering. Brother Walfrid waited until things quietened before continuing, ‘There is much work to be done for many clubs have been born and failed to live beyond infancy. I urge you all to redouble your efforts and see that our club, our Celtic, goes on to do great things…’

     

     

     

    Dumfries 1915

     

    The old man opened his eyes again. Five minutes or five hours could have passed since he had drifted in his dreamlike state. ‘Celtic’ he breathed, ‘Yes, I remember…’ The door of the small room opened and one of the younger Marist Brothers entered, ‘I have some soup for you Walfrid and the good news that your team has won again. They beat Third Lanark by 4-0 and are by all accounts worthy Champions again this year.’ Walfrid tried to sit up but was not strong enough. The young man helped him and fed him with a spoon showing all the care and patience a mother would to a child in his weaning years. When he was gone the old man closed his eyes again. An enveloping darkness seemed to cover him but he felt no fear. Then a light, bright as the sun seemed to usher him onto a lush green field where he stood for the briefest moment looking at row upon row green seats shining in bright sunshine. Emblazoned on the seats were huge white letters which spelt out a familiar word. Some figures appeared around him, they were smiling gently at him. He recognised many of the faces, players, Committee men, friends from the past. A small child, dressed in a green and white hooped shirt stepped towards him and smiled before saying, ‘Thank you, Brother, and handing him a small bundle. He looked at the child, so healthy when compared to the urchins he taught in the years gone by. He turned then to the small bundle he now held in his hand and saw that it was a small container of dark soil from which grew a bright, emerald shamrock. He smiled as he looked around him and spoke words he had said to an old friend long ago which now came back to him…

     

     

     

    ‘”Well, well. Time has brought changes. Outside ourselves there are few left of the old brigade. It’s good to see you all so well and I feel younger with the meeting… Goodbye, God bless you.”

     

     

     

    The old man smiled and knew then that his labours were over. He glanced one last time at the letters emblazoned on the seats. They read: CELTIC. He smiled slightly, turned and walked across the lush, emerald turf towards the distant tunnel.

     

     

     

    His club had made a difference. His people had made it. He was happy.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Andrew Kerins: May 1840 –April 1915

     

     

     

    ‘The Most enthusiastic Celt of all.’

     

     

     

    Thank you Brother.

  26. ibleedgreenandwhite1 on

    Morning Ghuys

     

    I’ve recently moved house and I’m trying to change my season ticket details,but having no joy getting through on the phone to actually speak to someone at the ticket office,,,,can it be done online,,any help would be appreciated

     

     

    HH