I suspect we have not seen the best of Daryl Murphy, who has proven to be a solid Championship and fleeting Premier League player in England but has been unable to retain a place in the SPL, but his hamstring injury, suffered after the long flight to Pennsylvania, will be a blow on two levels for Celtic. They are denied a squad player for the crucial Champions League play-off round against Helsingborgs and are likely to unable to loan him out, easing more pressure from payroll.
Daryl was singled out for credit (here) for the way he changed the shape of Celtic in our opening league game of the season against Aberdeen. He would have been useful to Neil Lennon this coming week.
News that Helsingborgs have lost their top striker is welcome but is not quite ‘like signing a new player’ for Celtic. Let’s hope they haven’t lost their Kenny Miller only to find their Jordan Rhodes.
There can seldom have been more financially important games to the club than the Helsingborgs tie. Celtic accounts are usually released mid-August (16th last year) but I don’t anticipate any rush to publish this year. Last season’s accounts could well see the largest loss in our history as the club chased their first league win in four years (insert standard lecture on financial responsibility program, avoid urge to run legacy Sir David Murray malware).
I expect the figures to show Celtic are operating with a Champions League budget (and that’s without evading tax). Football finance lessons are clear, if you have a Champions League budget you need Champions League income. Time for this team to step up to the challenge. Get along and pack the place out on the 29th.
No regrets this time.
Bed early tonight if you are off to Dingwall in the morning. I hope we see a few of the young lads.
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….pfayr
19:38 on 17 August, 2012
Googybhoy
Is Rhodes out as in not playing ?
No hamstring out for a week or two ???
All this nonsense about a record crowd tomorrow at Ipox is a smokescreen as is the tale of 30,000 season ticket sales.
So , they have lost over 10,000 season ticket holders and the ticket price is down 25%. Still to hear if Ticketus are after a slice of it as well.
Now then compare and contrast the way they all reported the Lawell “begging letter”.
Nothing has changed, they are still in the pay of the Orange pound and know they have nowhere else to turn.
bloke109
19:54 on 17 August, 2012
Daily Record? Read today that their sales have dropped 9.73% from last year, while the Sunday Mail is down 22.42%.
Selected others:
Scotland on Sunday: down 14.97%
Sunday Post: down 14.16%
Interesting times.
Internet vampires like us are suffocating them.
Pussy Riot
i
RT
The ironic thing is that the huns think the retard is a Tim rag.
I always knew they were thick, but FFS, they are an insult to plain stupid……..
Pussy Riot –
Just seen it on the tele —–
Inside the Courtroom a Judge condemns their ” devilish dances ” and convicts them of ” Hooliganism driven by religious hatred ”
Outside the Courtroom a crowd of Russian Orthodox Christians chant ——-
” Burn them in Hell “
Had a client visiting from Portugal recently, big Sporting Lisbon fan. I brought in the programme from the match in 1983 when we cuffed them 5-0 .
Early Friday quiz question – name the managers of Celtic and Sporting at the time.
Much suggestion tonight on The Scottish Football Monitor, initially courtesy of Torquemada from KDS, that Chuckie Green has been recruited and financed by Ticketus to do their biddings i.e. get them their £27m back. Torquemada apparently suggests this will be out in the open shortly.
Davie Hay and the Good Doctor
Row Z @ 16.10,
I followed the exchange between Zbyszek & philvis – I even chipped in myself.
I didn’t see a great gulf between them, nor any reason for philvis to change the opinion that he expressed. If you do see a reason, why don’t you take your own advice & engage with him dierctly?
Directly, even.
EDB
What’s with the Ticketus thing, do they still get their whack from the season books ?
TSAL
Impressive ! or maybe well known and it just came as a surprise to me about the good Doc
TET
That’s not obvious…..for now. Depends I suppose if Green is their puppet which isn’t so far fetched.
Awe_Naw_No_Annoni_Oan_Anaw_Noo
19:55 on 17 August, 2012
Bass bhoy
I’m a miserable son of a bitch. Am I a boy or a lady, I don’t know which ;-)
HH
(I wonder wonder wonder wonder)
:)
I wonder why that ‘deal’ with Mike Ashley has gone quiet eh?
gordybhoy64
I posted an excerpt from the SFA Judicial Panel Protocol earlier. It gives a party to proceedings the right to object to the composition of the Panel. If I’m instructed to represent a club, I ask all the club’s officers if I ought to take objection to any Panel member. Without a shadow of a doubt, McCoist was told who they were and asked if objection should be taken. He lies in his teeth.
Awe_Naw_No_Annoni_Oan_Anaw_Noo
19:55 on 17 August, 2012
Bass bhoy
I’m a miserable son of a bitch. Am I a boy or a lady, I don’t know which ;-)
so!! a ladyboy then!!!
TMWTL
Think the weans have gone back to school:o)
Has the chief executive of the Scottish Football Association said anything in public since the start of the new Scottish football season?
Is he pretending he no longer exists?
If he raises his head and anyone gets the chance, it would be brilliant to know:
1. Which bits of the old huns are the new huns entitled to claim?
2. Who decided which bits they could have and which bits they could discard?
3. On what criteria did they base their decisions?
Thanks in advance.
Invercelt
20:10 on
17 August, 2012
Row Z @ 16.10,
because life’s too short………
Phyllis doesn’t discuss, she asserts. Must be all that legal training……….
hh
****Newsflash*****
Robin Van Persie’s flat is on fire in North London. Police suspect Arsene
Right as promised/threatened, just nipped in to reveal which Church I was in when I put up the following…..so if you want to check it out now before I give the answer, here are the pictures
http://enematic.wordpress.com/2012/08/17/say-a-little-prayer-for-me/
A Tail of two Timmies
Hamiltontim was sharp out of the blocks with a long loping crossfield pass from John Collins. He took the ball in his stride, looked up and saw the gaping open goal beckoning. His right twisted in a magnificent imitation of a Mcgeady turn, and now facing in the correct direction he unwound his left peg like cobra’s neck going for the neck of the sleeping mongoose. The ball shot venomously at the speed of Julian Assange heading to Heathrow, towards the top corner of ‘St Aloysius, Calton’ ….(WHERE?).
He was just about to take the applause of the adoring crowd, when springing from the far corner of the unguarded onion bag, Che, the one eyed mongoose awoke from his slumbers and arced his claws around the cobra’s puffed neck.
St Alphonsus ya.’dork’….(he didn’t say dork, but children read this…as well as write it!!)
The ball bounded up field. Hamiltontim watched in despair, his tongue dragging on the dirt. But he wasn’t finished…..He picked himself up, spat out the taste of where Ian Black had last gobbed and screaming “I meant St Alphonsus” he slid in for a cultured bobby Murdoch recovery…..to late as the ball was no longer there.
HT’s eyes flicked everywhere and then a shadow cast by the hand of Zeus cooled his place out of the sun.
The man in possession stared down from Olympus; with the vision of a hubble telescope, the accuracy of a smart bomb and the speed of a tardis, it could only be one Mhan!…..Paul McStay.
Paul’s antennae homed in on Iinvercelt, cheetah like eating up the yards and grass down the right wing. McStay’s dart was deadly, true and piercing and intercepted Invercelt’s stride like a conjunction of Saturn and Venus, like Curiosity landing on mars. Like Jocky Wilson finding the treble top.
Sid Waddell looked down and applauded in a Geordie accent. (Applause has accents).
In one feint of shoulder Invercelt was free, the ball left his foot and held the world silent, expectant and on the verge of ecstacy as it drove like a meteor through the by now sun-kissed acres of Celtic park.
Surely it was there, surely it was St Aloysius, surely it was 1-0.
But HamiltonTim wisnae done. With the final gasps of a man who had had a pint in Bar67 and a kip on the couch, he made one more brave, heroic throw of the die!
“St Alphonsus….I tell ye….St Alphonsus…….” his arm, flailing, his finger nails scraping the dubbin enough to stopping the ball in its trajectory and see it roll to a tantalising stop on that 5 inch border between genius and insanity, the styx between victory and defeat, the tear in the dimensions that separated glory and ignomony.
The Calvary (sic) charges converged in blood sweat and horse dung!
St Alphonsus from the left, St Aloysius from the right – a living running stramash.
As the ball lay there, terrified, shaking, watching the big tackety boot eejits about to blooter him to kingdom come, he cowered and tried to make himself invisible.
And then he was saved…from the cloud of dust emerged one man….ScotsPatFan, shrugging aside the avalanche of muscle and bone he done a double step over of the poor wee innocent bag of wind (shut it….), and faster than a thought, more skilful than a card sharp, the man of experience and guile….shouted….Tiocfaidh ar la!.
His day had indeed come. He knew, because he had been there, he had touched, felt and drank from the font of knowledge.
With a deft back heel he placed the ball with all the elan of a man at the top of his game, into the rigging, knocking over the camera as it snapped him in his moment of shared triumph.
One end of the ground erupted.
The other fell into a funereal hush and then began a slow doleful trudge of a cortege.
ScotsPatFan grabbed Invercelt and like a couple of dashing white sergeants, they dressaged in time to the strains of Piu Jesu.
Above the stands the hacks scribbled their story, the legend the myth and the hagiography of the only game in town….was born….they were both Mongooses (should that be Mongeese?), and the Mongeese (should that be Mongooses?) had won!
Invercelt had known it, but there had been doubters! Surely the medal should have been his. Sureley he deserved the podium. But the ball had been stuck on the narrow bridge over the ‘why’.
It had been Scotspatfan who had administered coup de grace of a falling sword of Damocles on the neck of Hamiltontim.
Scotspatfan had undoubtedly seen the net bulge.
The headlines didn’t lie St Aloysius 1…..St Alphonsus…..0. The picture didn’t lie either.
They were both mobbed by the exultant crowd. They shared the spoils.
They also both got booked by Willie Collum for smiling.
Hail Hail
Estadio
Celtic_First
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He is too busy trying to flaten out his office carpet.
HH
EDB
Aye, has a tad of credibility.
The club that just can’t help giving :>)))
Amazing that Cardiff City always in blue have new owners who have changed there strip to red. Fans accept it mu
I was over in Donegal when Katie won her gold medal in boxing for Ireland.
So, going into Mickey Gallagher’s for a Guinness, I try to be a smart mouth and says to Mícheál, behind the bar, “I reckon there are half a dozen weemin in Gweedore that could punch Katie’s lights out.”
Without breaking his stride, he comes back with “Aye, maybe, but none of them would make the weight”
Isn’t this 40,000 record the MSM are salivating over a bit like a remedial kid bragging that he’s the oldest in his class? Stupid hvns.
Taranis
20:07 on
17 August, 2012
Had a client visiting from Portugal recently, big Sporting Lisbon fan. I brought in the programme from the match in 1983 when we cuffed them 5-0 .
Early Friday quiz question – name the managers of Celtic and Sporting at the time.
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davie hay & bobby robson ?
EDB
Just spent 30 mins on the phone to my Mum on Lomond Rd and have got my Scottish accent back.
Love it
Strange how quiet CO, Raygun and Duncaster have been recently, are they scared someone may ask an awkward question.
HH
Estadio at 20:26
See that? See if I didn’t read CQN and support Celtic?
That post would make me say to myself: “I have to be part of this. It’s irresistible.”
Fassreifen
20:32 on
17 August, 2012
Isn’t this 40,000 record the MSM are salivating over a bit like a remedial kid bragging that he’s the oldest in his class? Stupid hvns.
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every home game, every away game, will be the world record ever for the fixtures.
The Rangers have never met any of these teams before.
Better still , while the media trumpets this pash, there were Junior cup finals with more than the 40,000 tomorrow.
From FF:
MAKING THE CONNECTIONS
Mr Charles Flint QC
Mr Nicholas Stewart QC.
Mr Charles…Charles?! As in Bonnie Prince Charlie? A Jacobite AND a Fenian! Flint QC…Flint? I’ll tell yae this is no oan…if yae drop the ‘t’, whit dae yae get? Flin…Flynn? Aye Flynn! Canny get mer Irish rin rat! Errol Flynn wore rame GREEN leotard pants inThe Adventures of Robin Hood and he starred in a film called GREEN LIGHT… Mr Nicholas…Nicholas?! Charlie Nicholas? Charlie again! Bonnie Prince Charlie! Jacobites! Fenians! Stewart QC. Stewart? As in House of Stuart! Jacobites! fenians! Bonnie Prince Charlie! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! It’s aw connected am tellin yeez…join the f***ing dots Bears before its too late! This is comin fae oan high inra Vatican…they’re gonni restore a kafflick tae the throne! That’s whit this is aw aboot…Duncan MacLeod fae the clan McLeod in the Highlander films is next in line…mark ma words…Christopher Lambert will be coronated by that bitter pape Salmond at Holyrood before the seasons oot!
Awe_Naw
Are you on medication?..You’re even more mental than usual.
Celtic_First
Did you read the post at 17:20 tonight, page 6 I think? Good read.
On another point having a wee laugh at a Billy No’Well clip earlier but we really are operating in a League With No Shame.
We aren’t wanted and ideally shouldn’t be here.
Davie Hay / Dr Venglos
Estadio,
is it Saint Abbs ?