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  1. Not been reading back, been celebrating. BUT surely the Lustig policeman’s hat song now must be sung at our last three games and the cup final! And perhaps for the next 3 years! It’s just so brilliant and witty! I’ve got it on repeat here!

     

    I just can’t get enough!

     

     

    T

  2. Delaneys,

     

    enjoy Republican Dalmuir,

     

    i am at home,never seen any huns after the game,

  3. Delaneys Dunky on

    Connaire

     

     

    Can you ever remember a time when Celtic have ever been so dominant and superior to a team from Ibrox? Or vice versa?

     

    I can’t. Long may it last. We live in a wondrous time for Tims to live.

     

    HH

  4. Delaneys Dunky on

    Marspapa

     

     

    Jamie Murphy is a Yoker Langy hun. Tried to look out for him on the pitch today. Never noticed him.

     

    Dry Dock CSC was run by D66 fae here.

     

    HH

  5. Good to see the invisible man McGregor scoring again today,

     

    pity he canny do the same against Kilmarnock ;-))

  6. Marspapa our very own D66 not to be confused with myself David66 was the bus convenor for the Whiteinch CSC / Drydock bus for a few years back in the 80s, a bus which I went on a quite a few times but drank in the pub for a few years.

     

     

    Hail Hail

     

     

    D. :)

  7. French Eddie is the new Frank McGarvey. When he runs with the ball at his feet no one including him knows where it will end up.

     

     

    D. :)

  8. Rangers award for the most improved player of the year goes to Joey Barton for not appearing at all.

  9. Justin from T’Pub

     

     

    And, I must say, SFTB, earlier, Hail Hail and well done to our favourite scapegoatyything.

     

     

    Away back to catchup, hee hee.

     

     

    Well Done Everyone, Just Everyone…

     

     

    PilotCSC

     

     

    WeeJamesieCSC

  10. DAVID66

     

     

    Never went on the bus from there .

     

    My uncle drank in there for years .

     

     

    He lived in the Cairngorm flats , flat 62 .

     

    Used to play football on the wee red ash

     

    Pitch with my cousin John “Doc” Martin .

  11. Dallas Dallas where the heck is Dallas on

    Despite everything that has been flung at us and crap we have had to deal with over the years , to quote Paul Larkin, ‘ we still won’ .

     

     

    29/4 is now my favourite date of the year following hunskelpings on today’s date in 2001, 2012, 2017 and 2018.

     

     

    Its a pity we never scored more today.

     

     

    According to one tweet, Alves flung one of the invading berrs across a table at the player of the year do tonight .

  12. Delaneys Dunky on

    David66

     

     

    Bye Bye Rangers Bye Bye.

     

    Perfect day Davie.

     

    These are the best days of our life.

     

    HH

  13. Marspapa if he played football I will know him.. Me and my mates started up the Drydock football team after years of no football team. We won every Sunday league division and many cups as well.

     

    I know a few John Martins, 1 stayed up my flat in Kirkton avenue, but I don’t think its him..

     

     

    Probably would know his face but…. Sorry I am sure nae, no he was a good ghuy.

     

     

    Hail Hail

     

     

    D. :)

  14. Tapadh leibh to CRC, HebCelt and another esteemed CQN’r for sorting me and my big wee bro with tickets today.

     

     

    It’s a day that will live long in the memory.

     

     

    Thanks also to the various CQN’rs we met and shared company with.

     

     

    Waiting in Béal Feirste for bus to Dublin and then a taxi ride home should see me in the leaba around 2pm.

     

     

    Isn’t it great to be a TIM?

     

     

    Can’t wait to see the hun’s face tomorrow:-)

  15. DD- Garry our Pub the Lee or Howgait as it’s known now, at Townhead were out doing the Huddle and 1 Irish fella big Jim was singing the Irish national anthem in Irish, fuckin brilliant.

     

     

    You are right my nephew took my grandson to the game as I still cannot walk too far, but my grandson just thinks Celtic win everything.

     

     

    D. :)

  16. Delaneys Dunky on

    Dallas

     

     

    We humiliated them today. A humiliation they will never recover from. I felt my dearly departed dad and uncles who took me to see Celtic when I was a toddler, were with me me today. It was spiritual and uplifting for me today.

     

    YNWA

  17. “I cannae believe there were so many Irish trycolour flags there today at the match, I thought we were a scottish club lols, Only joking my granny was from Glenties an’ always swore when the queen came on telly and carried a tiny statue of Bertie Peacock everywhere she went. Somebody told me that rebel songs are sectarian but he’s a lodge member and gets distressed easily. These onion berrs would bring a tear tae a glass eye, Am a daft?”

  18. ArranmoreBhoyLXV11 on

    Today was fabulous. Even better my young Bhoys went to the match..I took the pup for a walk…it let’s me escape the stress..

     

     

    Perfect day.. Karma for the yrs of religious bigotry,the financial doping & borrowing. The media manipulation,the denial of liquidation..

     

     

    And STILL they never blame Sir Minty.. Heads in the sand franchise..

     

     

    No money..Can’t pay Asda Bills .. Yet they ll sign this one to the franchise..

     

     

    Spartans FC must be raging..

     

     

    KarmaCSC

     

     

    HH

  19. Dallas Dallas where the heck is Dallas on

    Delaney’s , i know what you mean about our dearly departed who used to take us to games.

     

     

    My dad was 91 when he passed away last November , the day after we beat the unbeaten record.

     

     

    He would have loved today’s result and performance.

     

     

    It was great he was alive when the first Ibrox club became defunct.

  20. Delaneys Dunky on

    David66

     

     

    My grandson Lewis and granddaughter Rhiannon will be going to Saint Ninian’s Knightswood wi a spring in their step tomorrow. They think Celtic win the league every year. Like you and I did for the first 9 years of our life 9 in a row. History is repeating itself with my granchildren. My children were born and grew up wi huns 9 in a row.

  21. SANDMAN DEFINITIVE GLASGOW CHALLENGE EVENT SOCCER RATINGS:

     

     

    As sponsored by Panini.

     

     

    (No they’re not – 80p a packet of stickers? f### off, Panini).

     

     

    “I crossed into West for rat. Fifty security guards , an armoured rimo, worldwide media croverage and rye end up watching ra peepil get prumped in ra Wolfhound Paddy pub in Itawon district of Seoul, an embrarassing resrult an whassmore my transration drevice frailing me an ris begrinning to read like ra trotal strereotrypical Asian dialogue effort. Srorry.” Kim J Un. (2nd?)

     

     

    “Eeeeeh, tell yees dis, der’ll be nowt eh dis chrap when me ‘an de lads sart owt de Hoons – megea investment an’ ‘nat wi me wee scally squad roonin’ d’Albion ceeeeeer perk – ey, looch after yer alloys fer a tenner, mayte – an A’ll be ‘avin Joey fay Bread in nets, big Yosser Yews ancherin’ de middle, an we’ll be stichin’ Scully an’ Mooey up front. No probs, likesay. Calm down, calm down.” Stevie G.

     

     

    “We believe in nothing, Lebowski. Nothing. And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your chonson. Whereas what we have here? A bunch of fig-eaters wearing towels on their heads, trying to find reverse in a Soviet tank. This is not a worthy adversary. Uli doesn’t care about anything. He’s a Nihilist. He’s given up on the Huns, too.” B. Lebowski

     

     

     

    HA!

     

     

    (follows; intro to Born To Run cover by FGTH)

     

     

    …runaway Celtic dream…

     

     

     

    HUNSKELPERS RATINGS:

     

     

     

    Gordon: Se7en/10

     

     

    The man with the hands possessing the adhesive qualities of a chameleon footpad – finest shotstopper in a generation, snuffed the single Hun hope of parity with a smart drop-stop to his left in the first half.

     

    Relieved his boredom in bizarre fashion second-half by clipping the ball out to give them a corner. Glorious days when a Celtic keeper is making his own work versus the scurrilous ragamuffins.

     

     

     

    Officer Lustig: Se7en/10

     

     

    Impersonating a 5-0 during a 5-0 is the charge the Huns wish brought against Celtic’s Swedish mentalist. Presiding over a murder in the East End better than any of Polis Scotia’s finest could.

     

    How he relishes damning those pagan trolls to Helheim with his swaggering Scandinavian eccentricity – had he scored that 6th goal amid the scramble I believe the insanity of the celebrations would have made headline news. Worldwide.

     

     

     

    Ajer: Se7en/10

     

     

    The bold young Norwegian monolith has defied the lumbering critique of his early performances by raising his game and sharpness to levels becoming a future captain of club and country. Alert to every loose ball, precise with every tackle, towering over trembling Huns; confrontation with him was akin to a club-bearing neanderthal (Mr.Morelos, adopt the role, por favor…) fronting up an armoured lieutenant of the Praetorian guard. Epitome of no quarter given, none taken.

     

     

     

    Boyatta: Se7en/10

     

     

    Had his Dedryck moment early on – like in the semi -final – recovered from that Sunday-League hangover slice to put in another solid shift, winning every high ball, muscling out the Hun threat, brilliant block from El Fluffalo to stop their comedic consoloation.

     

     

     

    KT : Se7en/10

     

     

    Yet again, channelled Jinky, dropped the shoulder, then lifted the head to pick out the perfect slide-rule cutback for Eddy to slam the first stake into their black hearts.

     

    Relentless machine of a player, engine seldom idling, always offering an attacking option. committed to the cause, gets it all 100%. And he’s one of us. I’m welling up…

     

     

     

    Broon : Se7en/10

     

     

    How many Cohiba Siglo VIs can one imperious captain smoke in a single game against the wretches?

     

    Strutted around the midfield like a gamekeeper, popping off a Hun here and there, tidying up the pitch for the groundsmen as he dictated the tempo and rhythm. Rarely involved in flashpoints as there wasn’t a grunting pigman who could get within range of him. Milked the day.

     

    I feared Halliday was on the pitch solely to main Broon but he spent his afternoon lapping up the praise of the home support; Seemed like an overwhelmed schoolgirl -too giddy with fenianism to target our skipper….

     

     

     

    Forrest : Se7en/10

     

     

    The Prestwick Flyer finally got his just rewards for his efforts in thwarting the Armies of Darkness. Distinguishing goal which summed up everything that has improved about his game this season – skill, penetration, causing chaos BUT with an end result; a stunning finish to deliver the killing blow.

     

    Glass collectors of Prestwick, watch out; wee Jamesy might have something special to slap you about the cheeks with tonight…

     

     

     

    McGregor Se7en/10

     

     

    Calmac The Defier – earning his place and praise and burying the skeptics – aye, me. And YOU.. – with great performance after great performance. Second only to Broon in season-long consistency, Calmac strikes yet again – more often than the lazy ferry bastards – against the Brox Bummers.

     

    He’s back on track with that Zidane-esque half-turn when receiving the ball and it’s paying dividends and opening up the opposition.

     

    A Celtic player who’s earned his jersey the hard way – and the BEST way – by a long circuitous route and deserves an honourable mention in the Player of the Year awards; beaten only by Captain Broon IMO.

     

     

     

    Ntcham, Son of Sam : Se7en/10

     

     

    MOTM for me. Quality oozing out of him. Mother###### feet as cultured as Matisse’s hands, exquisite touch under pressure, weight of pass a delight. Eats Chicken ROYALE’s from MacDonalds for breakfast – mayo on the chips, y’know. Doesn’t go into Burger King. Chews up Huns for Sunday brunch.

     

    Laid down yet more righteousness upon those heathens; probably with a little too much mercy. Huns

     

    should thank him for taking his foot off their windpipes or it might have been Se7en, or eight. Or more.

     

    Boy’s a steal at £4 mill. anchor him in Europe with Broon AND Kousssi, buy him space to dictate play.

     

     

    Rogic : Se7en/10

     

     

    Ah, those big Aussie boats, clown feet Pennywise would envy, yet they caress the ball like it was Elle MacPherson’s right breast or Kylie’s left buttock (see what I did there antipodean 90s porn-fantasy fans?).

     

    Nimble, deceptive, a footballer pure – stroked in that 4th goal; ‘just passing it into the net, Bruce, mate. Chuck us a tinny…’.

     

    Hope that languid majesty and guile graces the Hoops anothe rseason at leats – big fella ought to know that his particular game NEEDS a manager who understands it and who can get the maximum out of him. He’d be a fool to leave. Celtic may be foolish not to meet his contract demands some part of the way.

     

     

    Edouard : Se7en/10

     

     

    Who? Who? Who? Said the Huns, like fucking thick owls. Eddy, that’s who – another French nightmare for them to stress over; taking up from where Moussa left off, punishing their stultified backline with mercurial movement and pace – DEVASTATING finish on his second goal; if you’ve seen the VERY top boys finish you’ll recognise that for what it was – precisely aimed and executed right through the defender’s legs at the optimum moment to strike it just before the keeper got set and shifted his feet. A stunner.

     

    Add in his timing – that first goal – and positional sense; we have the French youth project so many enthuse about across Europe. Can we poach him for £7 million? A no-brainer; you’ll search far and wide for that sort of class at anything less.

     

    Green Brigade – get him a song up, pronto, make the lhad feel he belongs and he’s ours. Hunskelper supreme in the making.

     

     

     

    SUBS: Se7en/10

     

     

    Griff – Must be ragin’ he skied that big chance for the 6th; no doubt had some special witty celebration planned; next, time, Sparky. Next time.

     

     

    Hendry – good bhoy, took a card for a boot at a Hun. May well become a vital cog in a very youthful backline; next season the big tell for him.

     

     

    Sincy – Trying desperately to avoid the ’21st-Centrury Bobby Petta One-Season Wonder’ tag. NOTHING has clicked for him this season. Had it today we’d have hit double figures. Fingers crossed that mislaid talent and thrilling ingenuity makes a return next season.

     

     

     

    BR: Se7en/10

     

     

    Got his beleaguered squad over the line at last, probably later than he had imagined some months ago, but job done with players mostly unable to fire on full-cylinders consistently.

     

    The way he dealt with the noisy wee mutants from across the city in these past three matches has been admirable. The white noise was cut through and the base stats show a 12-2 aggregate in the Hoops favour. THAT’S doing your talking on the park. BR never swayed from purpose. Stuck to his guns, to his philosophy and transmitted his belief in his methodology to the players. They kept faith and delivered.

     

     

     

    OVERALL : Se7en

     

     

    CHAMPIONS. Again. Don’t get complacent. Don’t fail to savour it; there was a time in the trophyless desert of the 90s every silver chalice looked like a mirage; WAS a mirage, grasped at with hope, withdrawn into the dark heart of corruption by Murray’s mendacious claws.

     

    RELISH the Tims on top. DO NOT let the Huns forget it. Bring as much humility to it as you like but do not fail to get it right roond them; their pain and tears are sweet champers. Their battalions of sinister paramilitary goons, their Orange Ordure Pride marches, their Union Bear dafties on tour; Karma has decades of payback for those phalanxes of reprobates to endure.

     

     

     

    I think the Cup Final may follow today’s pattern – a blitzing from the kick-off that will leave them unable to recover. We showed the Lanarkshire Huns too much respect in the League Cup Final. Thay saw that. They kicked it. They won’t get within a boot-swing of us on the 19th of May.

     

     

    The Double Rebel Treble.

     

     

    Soon.

  22. Bankiebhoy1 you been drinking???? I feckin hope so… This is how it feels to be Celtic…

     

    Arranmorebhoy Karma is indeed a bitch, but Bhoy do they deserve it.

     

     

    D :)

  23. DAVID66

     

     

    No , John did’nt play / take football seriously and i played (i use that term loosely ) in the lanarkshire amatuer league.

     

     

    He worked in the butchers shop “munro’s

     

    In the shopoing centre , tben the butchres at the corner of Henrietta street and dumbarton road .

     

     

    He moved into a brand new house on Langholm street….early 80’s i think .

     

     

    Anyone in their 80’s and drank in the Drydock would probably remember his dad Bertie .

     

     

    Anyhoo nice chattin , brought back a good few memories