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GB badly missed tonight.
CORKCELT
;-)))
Matt
Had me hangin by the antlers there 😀
Matt Stewart is the business.
Good evening friends. Dont forget to vote for your 3 best performers, by email to CQNPOTY@GMAIL.COM before 10pm tomorrow night. Delighted that we’ve won the league! HH
View from a dodgy stream….
Competent mature performance tonight. Great to have Magic Johnston back, and what a goal he scored. Ten more minutes from Griff, and hopefully we can have the real Griff back soon. These two can give us a lot of extra firepower for the second half of the season.
Just my opinion, but I thought we got good performances out of Ryan, Jamesie, Broony, Forster, Jullien and Taylor. Ajer was quiet, but along with Bauer was ok. I thought Calmac had a poor game (by his own very high standards). Morgan? Took his goal well, and worked tirelessly, but I feel he does not have the strength to play at this level. He will be useful as an SPFL squad player, but unless he can bulk up, no more than that. My major disappointment was N’tcham. He has obvious abilities, but his awareness and football intelligence are terrible. He is as slow as treacle, and untidy in the pass. I lost count of the number of times he gave the ball away. If he has any suitors, I would sell him, and use the fee as part payment on the permanent of Fraser Forster.
Thought the crowd were good, I wasn’t really aware of the absence of the GB. I don’t mean anything by that, just an observation.
Really glad that the team won, but what should have been a carnival night, was for me, blighted by the recent actions (inaction?) of the PLC Board.
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Number name – age
67Forster – 31
13Bauer – 27
2Jullien – 26
35Ajer – 21
3Taylor – 22
8Brown – 34
42McGregor – 26
17Christie – 24
21Ntcham – 23
49Forrest – 28
Johnston – 20
16Morgan – 23
Griffiths – 29
Biton – 28
No Edouard no Bolingoli
An improving manager
We’re only getting better
Ntcham was my man of the match
Hunderbirds, It’s amazing how people can watch the game & see different things. I thought N’tcham was excellent, thought Ajer did well also. Thought Taylor was just OK. I agree on Christie he made my top 3.
Anyhow that is the joy of a blog, I actually love when my choices are challenged. If I have game recorded I watch it again just to see would I change my mind. Sometimes I do.
Anyhow it’s a Good Night from me. The game cheered me up after a depressing Blog day.
As a footnote to tonight’s game , the Rennes support seem like a decent lot compared to the likes of the Lazio or Ajax scumbags.
Noticed the bond between the Rennes players and their fans at the end when the players went over to exchange hugs and handshakes with their fans , despite the defeat.
Thought Ntcham was excellent , Taylor looks as if he hasn’t quite grown into the job yet and Bauer will only ever be back up . Christie and Johnston are the new generation of Celtic greats.
GLENDALY@11.20
CORKY
Aye it’s all about opinions 😃
Goodnight all
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GLENDALY you’re right about their fans. They added to the atmosphere, supporting their team, starting the huddle on the terraces, giving it the ‘olay’, going mental when they scored, but no sense of any badness from them.
I was in Glasgow today with Mrs Emeraldbee and she asked who the crowds of guys (nae burds!) were? I told her about Rennes and a few minutes later ended up helping a group of them with directions. Told them about my Celtic allegiancies, showed them my season ticket and next minute we were in the middle of them getting phoaties. Nice bunch of fans – hope our guys reach out and make new friends!
May 1st 2005…I wrote a lot of pish then too…
Shambollocks and my part in our downfall
Breakfast this morning consisted of two reheated Gregg’s pies which were left in the microwave last night, and a newly heated sausage roll! I really couldn’t be arsed with all the eggs and bacon nonsense. The coffee sits near my PC as I try to fathom out the perfidious path that led to the utter mince that was laid out on the green and frankly not so pleasant east end of Glasgow yesterday.
I will drink some of that coffee only once I have had my say.
Firstly I am not one of the sad ‘Boo Bhoy’ clones who with each passing (even if the passing sometimes goes astray) game seem to be procreating on a dangerously scary scale.
I have never booed a player in the hoops, an official of the club, not even Barnes and Dalglish, and have never contemplated going to the Forge to meander aimlessly around Big W or B&Q rather than experience the adrenalin rush of pleasure and pain, hopes and fears, victory and defeat that lies in wait home or away, on the haemorrhoid inducing cold plastic seats of whatever ground we happen to playing.
This Celtic is not simply a ‘Club’. The players and the officials are not ‘them’ and the fans are not ‘us’. This ‘Celtic’ is not an institution, or a limited company, or a financial commodity, or an investment in bricks and mortar, flesh and blood that one day will yield a percentage return on a material investment.
This ‘Celtic’ is all of us! It is our heart and soul, our dreams and ambitions, our laughter and tears. Without ‘us’ there is no Celtic and without Celtic there is no ‘us’.
Oh there are many, no doubt some reading this, who will think this is nothing more than the emotional claptrap of a rapid descent into the early onset of nostalgic senility!
Well let me just give you a small exemplar of my rationale.
Yesterday evening I and approximately 10 other people in my direct company spent nigh on 90% of our time talking, analysing, debating and even singing about that afternoon’s events at Celtic Park. As the Guinness flowed and the points were made and positions taken, agreements reached or arguments solidified, no quarter was easily given. And all because the lady loved Milk Tray! Sorry I meant and all because we all loved Celtic and not just wanted the best but because we all ‘wanted’ to want the best. That is where love begins.
Extrapolate that amount of time into a lifetimes scale and then tell me that that we do not share an invisible, mysterious and life enhancing aura that is ‘Celtic’.
The other great thing about being a Celtic supporter is the ‘Special Fish Supper’.
Estadio’s household on the day of the game is probably no different to that of any other daft Celtic worshipping fanatic.
The tried and trusted routine must be followed.
The sequence of shite, shower and shave,; the donning of white socks, clean freshly pressed Celtic Huddle Boxer shorts, faded denims, leather laced deck shoes, home or away top, and for home games a couple of pints in Sharkey’s and a 37and a half minute walk to the ground along Ballater street through Glasgow Green Football centre and up Nuneaton street, has to be adhered to.
Post match the routine is less important but usually consists of getting back to Sharkey’s, discussing the highs and lows of the game, drinking more Guinness than is good for 10 men, being threatened with an anti social behaviour order by Isa for singing too loud and too often, and all topped of by my ‘Victory Celebrating Special Fish Supper’ from Anne’s Fry in Crown street in the Gorbals.
Yesterday I didn’t have my ‘Victory Celebrating Special Fish supper’!
And why did that happen, why did we not win. Let me enlighten you.
I suppose I could put it down to the fact that we threw Aiden, Ross, Craig, and Shaun into the team and expected it to gel immediately.
Perhaps it was a contributed to by persevering with Thommo when he has had one of his own self confessed poorest seasons.
Perhaps it was down to a defence that can’t consistently defend because big Stan has to repeatedly cover for for an increasingly fragile Bobo.
Perhaps even it was down to Joos who looks more comfortable breaking forward from midfield in randomly glorious but vain attempts to atone for his failure to display the basics of fullback play.
Could it even be down to moving Stan P from his central driving role into a second tier defensive support player?
Could it be that the number of formation and tactical adjustments yesterday simply left all the players confused?
Or heaven forbid could it be that all these things occurred on the same day and that our Manager (for whom I have the greatest admiration for his dragging of us out of the gutter of 1990s despondency, and will yield to no-one in that) has in fact NOT taken us as far as he can, but that WE have taken HIM as far as we can.
Most of this season we have sat, stood, shouted, swore and chanted as with one or two notable exceptions a fairly unpalatable fare was laid before us. With little or no professional knowledge we have quietly sighed when the opportunity to transfuse the side with new blood was not taken, when the chance to rest Thommo was missed, when we failed to play to our footballing strengths, and when safety first became a stifling and corrosive fearful tactic.
If so many of us witness this and agree, then we are all either complete fools and need to be put right, or perhaps we have a point and someone needs to talk to our coaching and managerial staff.
Or perhaps it is because I got a lift to the ground yesterday rather than walking. That’s it! Of course.
Sorry Martin, Sorry Bhoys and Ghirls, Sorry world it is all down to me. I broke my routine and we got gubbed by the Hibees.
Anyway, I’ll be there next Saturday and at Motherwell. I won’t be at Tynecastle because I didn’t get a ticket. I’ll also be there next season and everyone after it that the Lord and my life-limiting- diet allows me to .
I still won’t boo, I’ll be there for the full ninety minutes and injury time, and I will still go through my match day routine.
Here’s to the oldest white sock wearing Celtic supporting fanatic in the Universe and even more
…………….Here’s to a lot more Special fish suppers
“Aye …0ver 14 years ago…still talking diarrhoea”
Hail Hail
Matt
Good to see that people are getting wise to Paul67 and CQN.
Both are merely tools used by the PLC.
I had him figured out 4 years ago.
Aye, right!
Fr McGreer – I take it you are as delighted as the rest of us with the outcome tonight?
3-1 victory, players rested, group won.
Magic, isn’t it?
Hail hail
McGreer…your sincerity and honesty is false…goodbye
MATT STEWART on 28TH NOVEMBER 2019 11:51 PM
That game is one of those that’s clearer in my mind than other more important matches, like the games at Tynecastle and Fir Park after.
I have always been suspicious of Fr McGreer…anyone whose name spelt backwards comes out as ‘Reer gcm rf’ is obviously suspicious….wait and an anagram of RFC merger!
Anyway
Written on a beer mat in The Oyster Catcher pub in Swansea and sent to a Vision of Beauty (that is a ten pints of lager Vision of Beauty) at a table opposite Her whole conversation consisted of ‘moan, moan, moan’.
In a bar where conversation is framed by smoky coughs,
Where phlegm racked laughs and beery spit fill up the urine troughs,
Where violence sits on every tongue and the blokes are rutting stags,
Twas there I fell in love with the Queen of whines and nags.
She lulled me with her B&H, twas a worldly fag indeed,
She hooked me with her pints of stout, no quarter to her breed,
She filled my mind with earthy scenes, she grabbed me by the stones,
What more could man ask of a mate, with itchy erogenous zones!
Hail Hail
Matt
Matt Stewart
Ho Ho Ho…!👌👌
Celtic40me
That day will embroider my soul, as it does your heart.
Everyone remembers what happened next…but that day was our earthquake.
Hail hail
Matt
Fr McGreer?
:)
CORKCELT on 28TH NOVEMBER 2019 5:36 PM
BGFC,
Am very sorry to see you go, I am reconsidering my own position but learned in life never to make a final decision in the heat of the moment.
Anyhow dwell on it, I hope we converse again either here or on some other platform.
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CORKCELT – Thanks for your thoughtful words – I do very much value them. Actually, you have been on my mind at a number of times this evening. I know we have never met, but me and BGFC always enjoy reading your posts – they come across as warm, considerate, balanced and sensible. I know we would love to meet you one day – perhaps next time we are in Galway we can travel down to your neck of the woods to say hello.
We haven’t conversed directly very much, but anytime we have has been particularly valuable to us both – we did very much value your thoughts, recollections and feelings about Michael Collins and the events surrounding his demise a few weeks ago.
Anyway, I was also musing that we have no way of conversing other than through this site. And there are many other good people I have made contact with over the years. People who have been there with spiritual support in hard times. I don;t want to lose those contacts.
I am, though, leaving CQN now.
I find it hard to reconcile the forensic focus in its earlier years on the misdeads of the now deceased Rangers with the lack of concerted focus on our own Board’s palid efforts to hold the governing body to account for its partisan application of the rules.
It just reeks of double standards.
I will be heading over to Sentinel Celts if anyone wants to say hello. Wee BGFC is big and ugly enough to make up his own mind, but given that we are permanently joined at the hip, I think he might follow suit :-)))
Anyway – toodleoo everyone.
HH
BGFC
Jist sent this…..
Recycling 3 banana peels produces enough electricity to boil a kettle. Or how about 35 tea bags…generates enough power to run a telly for an hour.
so ma brother jist replied
“Whit’s a banana”
Hail Hail
Matt
Watching the game again on CelticTV. Scott Brown gets through a power of work.
Didn’t realize till I saw it again that Brown headed the ball the Christie for the second.
It was a move the reminded me of Neil Lennon’s game when he played for us; great anticipation!
Callum McGregor seems to have an innate ability to anticipate Scott Brown. They are superb together; covering for each other, creating space for each other and the rest of the team. Quick together and fast, willing to take risks knowing there is cover or help not far away. I’m enjoying watching these two operate in this understated relationship.
T
Morning All.
Great performance and win from Celtic last night and it was great to see Lewis Morgan, Mikey Johnstone and Ryan Christie on the score sheet.
Olivier played really well (shop window maybe?) and Scott Brown really is an old head – he knows when to get booked!
It has been a busy old week and it is now 3:52 am of a Friday morning and I am hoping that next week is going to be an absolute storm of a week in connection with work stuff – busier and more urgent than any week in recent years.
So, with that in mind, I thought I would take the chance to tell a wee story on here — something I used to do but haven’t done in years.
It is about a Frenchman. Not one who played for Celtic ….. but ……
On the 19th of April 1970, in Le Castellet situated in the south eastern corner of France near Marseille, the French industrialist Paul Ricard opened a new Grand Prix standard racing circuit which was to be called The Circuit Paul Ricard.
Ricard always loved speed, and he had wanted to build a custom built race track which would test Grand Prix cars and drivers to the very limit.
The circuit had three track layout permutations, a large industrial park and an airstrip. The combination of modern facilities, mild winter weather and an airstrip made it popular amongst racing teams for car testing during the annual winter off-season, and within a year of its being opened the circuit hosted its first Grand Prix.
The original track was dominated by the 1.8 km long Mistral Straight that is followed by the high-speed right hand Signes corner. The long main straight and other fast sections made the track very hard on engines as they ran at full revs for extended spells.
Once on the Mistral, drivers would push their cars to the absolute limit and it was not uncommon for the most experience of drivers to go so fast that their engines would simply blow up before the end of the Mistral and so crashes on the straight were common.
Ayrton Senna, Nigel Mansell, and many other well known drivers have fallen foul of the Mistral and have come crashing off.
Keke Rosburg recorded one of the fastest grandprix speeds of all time on the Mistral when he managed to get his car powering down the straight at a blistering 210 MPH.
Taking a car out and on to the Mistral is not for the feint of heart.
On Tuesday 26th February of this year, a seventy seven year old Frenchman, who was originally from nearby Marseille, took a car out on to the Circuit. A keen amateur driver, he loved speed and was no stranger to the circuit as he had driven there many times before.
After a few laps, he he came around the bottom corner, revved up his car and started to power down the Mistral as fast he could.
No one is too sure what happened next, but before the end of the famous, or should that be infamous, straight, the car left the circuit, crashed into the side barriers and literally crumpled on impact. Despite being rushed to hospital for treatment, the seventy seven year old died from his resultant injuries.
His name was Philippe Charriol.
Now that is not a name that will be known to many on here.
He was not a great sportsman (although he loved sport of all kinds) and he was not a politician, actor, singer or dancer.
He was a celebrity to a certain extent though, with a great love of the arts, fashion and design.
Many people in his native France could, and would, have passed him on the street without recognising him at all.
Charriol was a businessman who, for some 15 years, worked for the famous Cartier diamond and jewellery company where he went on to be the general manager for the entire company.
However, in 1983 he decided to leave Cartier and start his own luxury brand which he based in Geneva. He set out with the intention of creating designs which would be instantly recognised as “Charriol”.
He was the first jeweler to use gold cable, or steel cable, as decorative motifs and as watch bracelets. This concept is patented by CHARRIOL and the brand holds exclusive worldwide rights over it. This cable material is the key element of the brand’s Jewelry collections and is featured on all accessories of the brand.
Today, this Geneva-based international luxury brand specializes in watches, jewelry, leather goods, writing instruments, travelware, eyewear and fragrances. It is currently distributed through a global network of 3,800 retailers, 500 Corners, and 340 mono-brand Boutiques, including a network of 285 Charriol Boutiques in China.
Over the last 32 years the brand has sold over 1,450,000 watches, 2,650,000 pieces of jewelry; 600,000 handbags, 550,000 belts and more than a half-million writing instruments.
It is not a brand that is well known in the UK but it is widely found throughout the middle east, the far east and the USA.
But why am I reading about this on here you might ask?
Well, Philippe Charriol was a man of words and phrases. He said that he believed in the “The art of living differently” – basically doing your own thing, of standing out from the crowd and daring to be different in your own small way.
As a devotee of the arts, history, culture and sport, when he decided to launch his very first range of luxury watches and associated jewellery he decided to give the range one generic, but iconic, name.
CELTIC.
https://www.charriol.com/en/celtic/565-celtic-automatic-watch-43-mm.html
Just thought you should know that.
Good morning CQN from a rather chilly -2 ⛄️ Garngad
Well that was easy last night, this European fitbaw is easy isn’t it.😂
Although a great performance, I actually thought we could have stepped up a gear at any time. Not a criticism just my observation but a great night.
It was good to rest a couple of players and our bench last night looked strong as well.
As Jobo said earlier great to win the league.😂
So we move onto Dingwall and Ross county, I think it will be a tough away day but one we should cope with fine.
Ps there is no way that PL has not seen the 5 way agreement.
Hail Hail
D. :)
Hello again all you young rebels.
Well ! what a traumatic week, thought as i went to post my last on Cqn
my fingers thought otherwise.
Glad i didn’t jump in with a post of absolute anger and disappointment
at the recent headers by Paul 67, thats for him and his conscience to
determine but he still gave us this wonderful blog for Celts to communicate
world wide, and my thoughts now are, as always, we are the Celtic.
We live in great Celtic times, yes trophy wise, Season tickets, waiting list?
Yet i’ve lived in great Celtic times before with big Jock and the lions and a
corrupt board.
We all knew the huns had the backing of the establishment, the sweet FA
and every other political wannabee who wanted to raise their trouser leg.
But this is different, this is the soul of our club, this is the heart being
ripped right out of that famous hooped shirt, and imo if Paul wants to
endorse that then so be it, it’s his to live with.
Me ? well after almost throwing the towel in, i’ve decided, why should i?
I’ve met so many wonderful Celtic people over the years who’ve travelled
thousands of miles to meet up with fellow Celts this side of the world and
i thank Paul for giving us the ability to do this.
Reading back i see a lot of the CQN nobility have absconded over to
Sentinel, BGFC and a few others have just chucked it, understandable and
why wouldn’t they? it’s a fine blog, with hosts who at least participate with
their posters lol, a bit like CQN of old.
But my aul loyalty instinct comes into play here, a bit like CORKCELT and a
few others, i’ll be here UTLR.
Hope many of you feel the same.
COYBIG.
H.H . Mick
Ps Sad to see BGFC leave the blog.😢😒
I for one loved reading about him and wee BGFC and there travels and gigs.
Hail Hail Bhoys
D. :)
MM – well said sir.
Keep on keeping on.
How’s the team getting on.
You still showing the young ins how to put a baw in the onion bag?
HH
D. :)
BRTH
I’ve got that watch.
Very expensive, got it on tic.
H.H Mick
G’day David 66
U 16’s you know what they’re like, full of va va voom.
It only takes a wee bit of keepy uppy to bring them down to size.
It’s like riding a bike, or swimming, you never forget it lol.
H.H Mick
MM – I certainly do.
Keep up the good work.
Find us the next wizard of Oz. I will work on the next James McGrory here in the Garngad.😂
HH
D. :)
Good morning, friends and a Big Happy Friday from a crisp dry and frosty East Kilbride.
MELBOURNE MICK….
I have also got that watch….I got it Second Hand.
I once bought a watch from a geezer in a Pub. He told me it was ” shockproof, waterproof”….feckin thing went on fire !
HH
BBC
The AGM.
That’s when Neil Lennon came into it. Silent until now, Lennon said that in all his years in football Lawwell was the best leader of any club he’d been at. “Worth every penny,” he reiterated. Having applauded the original question, the answer got a clap as well. Democracy ruled.
Some CQN `ers think they know better than Lennie.
I`ll be taking Lennie`s word for it .