Hibernian sit joint bottom of the SPL, above Dunfermline only on goal difference, but they have collected seven of their 19 points in the last four games and have not lost a goal in almost a month. For all Hibs poor early season form, they were the last team to take a point from the league leaders. No Celtic fan will need to be reminded that one of the 12 points Hibs earned in their first 21 league games of the season was won in a 0-0 draw at Celtic Park. You suspect Neil Lennon will often use the word “complacency” in pre-match team-talks before playing bottom of the table teams, but no one in the Celtic team will need to hear this word today.
Come rain, hail or shine; win, draw or defeat, Celtic fans will stream into Easter Road today determined to have a party, but yesterday’s Kilmarnock will at Ibrox demonstrates how footballers don’t always read the script.
Three points today will be a huge achievement for Celtic.
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Come on the hoops..
Ignore media spin and hype from Govan,re deals etc..
they need something positive to stop meltdown…its lies and denial that got them in this mess and they are still at it….
lets all have some jelly and ice cream and enjoy the show from easter road,ignoting the blue hyped pr from various tainted organisations….
Celtic…since 1888
“Are you a fit and proper person?”
“Not telling you”
“OK, on you go.”
Now most times when you need to provide evidence of something, refusal or reluctance to do so holds things up. If you apply for a passport and don’t send all of the information, they don’t issue the passport until everything is received.
So if there was a problem getting information from Rangers, Whyte, solicitors, whoever, the SFA process should simply have stalled.
Or they could have just Googled him, had a laugh and then said no.
Tom McLaughlin
Hope yer Right,pally…
Ah figger that we wull hiv a real battle,oan oor Hauns
this day.
Howevahhhhh..
Kojo
Tommy Burns interviewed by Jim White
Please take a few moments to listen to a man who lived his dream.
new article posted.
Tom McLaughlin
very well put
TorontoTony say hi tae Morrie for me
kojo –
I would of course be content with a 1-0 last minute of stoppage time penalty victory and 3 more SPL points, but that’s not good for the blood-pressure.
:-)
Be careful what you wish for: if there was no Rangers we would lose the enthusiasm and probably air time of those luminaries like Doddsy, Daz, Jabba, Keevo and wee Pat. Phone ins might give way to blogs and the Hun and Retard, and all their investigative journalistic acumen would be lost.
Rob McLean, Paterson, Chic would have to do something else because our game would be in such a state
….imagine!
Paddy Gallagher says:
19 February, 2012 at 14:30
Tommy Burns interviewed by Jim White
Please take a few moments to listen to a man who lived his dream.
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Never fails to bring a tear to my eye!!
God Bless Tommy Burns
Hail hail
Afternoon looking forward to the game , today is all about a positive attitude from the Bhoys ignore the pant across the city and hump the Hibs.
Some strange occurrences this weekend – Rangers have a man sent off and have 2 goals disallowed at Ibrox. The BBC radio talk about their singing the herald puts it on their front page as main item. Also herald has an article talking about rangers starting again in the 3rd division. Hmmm sign of a change in the media
it’s 8.40 am here in costa rica. i have my jelly and ice cream
Wee Chic – “The team news for THEM” ha! ha!
Glenbuck says:
19 February, 2012 at 14:02
Timabhouy says:
19 February, 2012 at 12:35
REMEMBER BHOUYS TO E-MAIL THE TAX PAYERS ALLIANCE!
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That will be the Taxpayers Alliance that is funded by millionaire tax avoiding businessmen, staffed by ex-tory employees. Their remit is to defend tax avoidance. Read the small print.
The Taxpayers Alliance, the mob that the daily mail turn to for a quote, when spouting their usual racist driven drivel.
No, not for me.
http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DdCe6xBX2nAE&v=dCe6xBX2nAE&gl=GB
Uncanny resemblance to CW?
http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DdCe6xBX2nAE&v=dCe6xBX2nAE&gl=GB
Hey ho, let’s go!
Brilliant brilliant singing Bhoys
Anthony Stokes wis magnificent.
Celtic are not far off being a great Celtic team
With thanks to Vandalgrease
My My How things change
I had to take a bath just there as I wis pourin’ w’ sweat frae trying to catch up with Celtic at the top of the league. Was absolutely mingin’ actually – was really worried I’d become a h**. But I comforted myself by gratifying my ego and as is my wont I became No 1 in the charts with my latest song. It sounds truly unbelievable through soap suds and bubbles accompanied by regular f***ts as backing. Rule is I make up a new one each bath – that’s why I don’t take many. Could do with being a better composer really. Not a great help with the birds either. They can smell a ra..naw me a mile away. Anyway here’s the latest chart topper.
The inspiration came from this fandabydosy pantomime I’ve been hearing about at Ipox. I believe this is the last act and the leading ‘animal’, C.W Kermit – a sly toad – is serenading his smelly, transexual accomplice Miss Fishy Salmond – a wee fat pig. The sun is most definitely setting and Kermit begins
When no one else could understand me
When everything I did was wrong
You gave me hope for my salvation
You gave the nod to carry on
And your always there
To shake my hand
As all good masons do
That’s the wonder
The wonder of you
When you plead my case my heart’s a-flutter
You pull the strings and I’m set free
I’ll have the cash so I can run
‘n I’ll escape across the sea
And you’ll think that this will win you votes
But it will only make me notes
And all I’ll think is
How daft can he be.
God forgive me, King!
When I eat more lamb and drink more wine
I’ll pay from the cash that is not mine
I’ll buy more castles and more boats
Paid in full from the tax man’s notes
‘n you’ll think your crap will win you votes
As I hide in Monaco
But the joke is
You too will have to go!
AYE THE JOKE IS
YOU TOO WILL HAVE TO GO!
Sorry but you know it’s for a great cause, Elvis!
STAGE DIRECTION: Stage lights dim till out and the curtain slowly falls. But before the stage is in complete darkness, there is just the merest chance to glimpse the faintest outline of a big luxury powerboat, called ‘I Screwed Salmond’, in the wings. It has a large hold with a sign saying ‘DO NOT TOUCH CONTAMINATED GOODS. UNPAID TAXES AND RIPPED OFF CASH ONLY’.
Kermit can be seen rushing towards it with a lot of paper stuff flying from canvass bags with ££ signs on them. Then the stage descends into total darkness. THE END, END, END, END, END, END = No, It’s not a stutter. It’s called pathetic licence.
Strangely, the performance is not met with the slightest murmur or hint of applause in the arena. Instead just a black (or maybe it’s blue – whatever. I’m no bigot), deathly silence reminiscent of a secret society get-together. Then the 2 remaining tiny lights in the Ipox arena start flickering so that the hoards in the audience can get out as fast as they can run. But hark and lo and all that Willie Shake-ye’r-masonic-hand-spear cr**ptmanship, Oh what a surprise! There is nobody there! Spooky if we hadn’t all expected it! Then without further ado (more Willie stuff) the curtain finally CRASHES DOWN with such force the whole outdated eyesore of an apology for an arena comes crumbling down and is reduced to ashes.
If you are a good person and some day get your gas mask on and go to pay your respects and if you find just a moment in your heart to stop killing yourself laughing, give due reverence to the sign put up by ALL honest and respectable football fans (notice they are all in green and white to show Scottish supporters were united in cleaning up the game – I said stop f*****ing laughing for a minute). It reads:
WE DESTROYED YOU AND RESTORED HONOUR TO SCOTTISH FOOTBALL
NO PHOENIX SHALL RISE AGAIN FROM THESE ASHES
NOR SLUG CRAWL FROM THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SLIME.
God, what a night’s free entertainment I’m providing here. Better than the tele, well, you’ve got to agree, BBC and STV anyway. Naw? Listen, I could be getting tax free wages if this was being published in Govan.
C’mon but, for heaven’s sakes, slow down the hoops! A’m jiggered trying tae keep up these days. Am no quite as fit as when I was 70 ye know. No Lennoxtown in my day son. Barrafield and great big leather bits wi rope laces and a ba’ that wid hae knocked ye intae the English 3rd division if ye heeded it full on. Still got the welts!!! Ye don’t know how lucky you young ‘uns are these days !!!!!!!!!!! = God! Pills and bedtime methinks. Nurse! Nurse!
As lay myself down to sleep, I dream of the day gone by and smile as I remember I had to take a bath as I wis pourin’ w’ sweat frae trying to catch up with Celtic at the top of the league. Was absolutely mingin’ actually – was really worried I’d become a h**. But I comforted myself by gratifying my ego in my usual way. I became No 1 in the charts with my latest song. Wo! It sounded truly unbelievable through soap suds and bubbles accompanied by regular f***ts as backing. Rule is I make up a new one each bath – that’s why I don’t take many. Could do with being a better composer really. Not a great help with the birds either. They can smell a ra..naw me a mile away. Anyway thought I’d share my latest chart topper.
The inspiration came from this fandabydosy pantomime I’ve been hearing about at Ipox. I believe this is in the last act and the leading ‘animal’, C.W. Kermit – a sly toad – is serenading his smelly, transexual accomplice Miss Fishy Salmond – a wee fat pig. The sun is gloomily setting as Kermit begins
When no one else could understand me
When everything I did was wrong
You gave me hope for my salvation
You gave the nod to carry on
And your always there
To shake my hand
As all good masons do
That’s the wonder
The wonder of you
When you plead my case my heart’s a-flutter
You pull the strings and I’m set free
I’ll have the cash so I can run
‘n I’ll escape across the sea
And you’ll think that this will win you votes
But it will only make me notes
And all I’ll think is
“How daft can he be?”
God forgive me, King!
When I eat more lamb and drink more wine
I’ll pay from the cash that is not mine
I’ll buy more castles and more boats
Paid in full from the tax man’s notes
‘n you’ll think your crap will win you votes
As I hide in Monaco
But the joke is
You too will have to go!
AYE THE JOKE IS
YOU TOO WILL HAVE TO GO!
Sorry Elvis, but you know it’s for a great cause.
STAGE DIRECTION: Stage lights dim till out and the curtain slowly falls. But before the stage is in complete darkness, there is just the merest chance to glimpse the faintest outline of a big luxury powerboat, called ‘I Screwed Salmond’, in the wings. It has a large hold with a sign saying ‘DO NOT TOUCH THESE ARE CONTAMINATED GOODS. UNPAID TAXES AND RIPPED OFF CASH ONLY’.
As Fishy disappears into the dark unknown and oblivion, Kermit can be seen rushing towards the boat with a lot of paper stuff flying from canvass bags with ££ signs on them. Then the stage descends into total darkness. THE END, END, END, END, END, END – No, It’s not a stutter. It’s called pathetic licence.
Strangely, the performance is not met with the slightest murmur or hint of applause in the arena. Instead just a black (or maybe it’s blue – whatever. I’m no bigot), deathly silence reminiscent of a secret society get-together. Then the 2 remaining tiny lights in the Ipox arena start flickering so that the hoards in the audience can get out as fast as they can run. But hark and lo and all that Willie Shake-ye’r-masonic-hand-spear cr**ptmanship, Oh what a surprise! There is nobody there! Spooky if we sharp-witted, independent observers hadn’t all expected it! Then without further ado (more Willie stuff) the curtain finally CRASHES DOWN with such force the whole outdated eyesore of an apology for an arena comes crumbling down and is reduced to ashes.
If you are a good person and decide some day get your gas mask on and go to pay your respects at the ruins and if you find just a moment in your heart to stop killing yourself laughing, give due reverence to the sign put up by ALL honest and respectable football fans (notice they are all in green and white to show Scottish supporters were united in cleaning up the game – I said stop f*****ing laughing for a minute). It reads:
WE DESTROYED YOU AND RESTORED HONOUR TO SCOTTISH FOOTBALL
NO PHOENIX SHALL RISE AGAIN FROM THESE ASHES
NOR SLUG CRAWL FROM THE DEPTHS OF YOUR SLIME.
God, what a night’s free entertainment I’m providing here. Better than the tele; well, you’ve got to agree, BBC and STV anyway. Naw? Listen, I could be getting tax free wages if this was being published in Govan.
C’mon but slow down a bit the hoops! A’m jiggered trying tae keep up these days. Am no quite as fit as when I was 70 ye know. No Lennoxtown in my day son. Barrafield and great big leather bits wi rope laces and a ba’ that wid hae knocked ye intae the English 3rd division if ye heeded it full on. Still got the welts!!! Ye don’t know how lucky you young ‘uns are these days !!!!!!!!!!! = God! Pills and bedtime methinks. Nurse! Nurse!
Sorry all. I’m fecking useless on computers and seem to have posted twice. B***y thing said there was a problem first time. Taking a lend o an auld man< I think.
Sorry again. Off to bed with the nurse
HH