Let’s be clear about this, there are Celtic fans who believe we need a club called Rangers to survive in the manner which we’ve all become accustomed to over the last couple of decades. That without them, we will wither on the vine.
Some of this is correct. In the years following the liquidation of Rangers we lost TV, commercial, mechanise and season ticket income. We play in a league with significantly less competition, which blunts players’ edge and makes Celtic Park a less attractive place to play or be a spectator.
The important question for Celtic fans is what do they actually want from their club? I’ll cope when we were only a few points ahead of Aberdeen, or getting knocked out of the League Cup by Ross County, while being eliminated from Europe by increasingly obscure teams. I’ll still be there supporting my team.
I accept that not everyone will, some of us want the edge of your seat tension – and that’s all right. But I’d ask anyone who pines for the old days to consider the omnishambles of a football team we glimpsed over the weekend. There was no wonder era in the past when we benefited from a great rivalry without destructive contagion.
They were never good for us. Whatever about Celtic is dependent on them is not worth having.
This afternoon we welcome our new manager, Brendan Rodgers, to Celtic Park for the first time. This morning I recalled Ricky Fulton’s words in the video clip below, “It only remains for me to welcome you to the club, Brendan.” A different club, of course, but there’s a morality tale within.
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Some brilliant reading on that blog.
Thanks for posting the link.
HH.
No problem, it’s a great site HH.
Leigh Griffiths should be arriving 1 week ahead of pre-season training to practice penalties and free-kicks. He could try and target 50+ goals next season
CQN Saturday Naps Competition
Lads, for those in the CQN Naps competition, FINAL results are updated here :
http://www.celticquicknews.co.uk/direction-of-travel-splurging-cash/comment-page-9/#comments
Well done to our champion CQN tipster : 16 Roads
Cheers, fleagle1888
My only comment on Barton – I saw him in the flesh about 6 years ago playing for Newcastle vs Sunderland (Newcastle won 5-1). I had never realised how good a ball player he actually was. He had a great touch and was an excellent passer. His notorious temperament had skewed my perception of him. He would be a good signing for Sevco, even at 33. But will he be worth the reported £100k per month for him? I’m not so sure.
Thindimebhoy on 24th May 2016 12:44 am
I have mentioned a few times on CQN Regan mentioning social unrest. I had a hunch that was a more a political statement than an SFA one.
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Spot on pal. Have always thought the same.
Reckon he was being fed by someone in higher authority to make sure there was some form of a “Rangers” in the leagues somewhere.
So, if the Sevco supporters were on the pitch to protect their players, presumably there will be plenty of photos of groups of fans around the players escorting them to safety….?
The Huns sectarian singing on Saturday will get buried now……
Wouldent do any harm I suppose?
http://www.celticquicknews.co.uk/rodgers-to-talk-to-oneill-lennon/
!!BADA BING!! on 24TH MAY 2016 9:48 AM
The Huns sectarian singing on Saturday will get buried now……
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I heard on a link to Sky TV and I am in feqqing Indonesia. Only watched the last 5 mins righr enuff.
What you have not heard from Ibrokes ” Comgratulation Hibs on winning the Scottish Cup”
!BADA BING!
It’s the huns sectarian singing which proves that the OBaF does not work.
The scenes after the game were out with its scope. The singing during it should have been dealt with.
Awe well, here we go? Crackpots.
http://www.indycelts.com/vanguard-bears-start-hampden-riot-legal-fundraiser/
Just watched the video of the Foderingham “assault”.
Foderingham doubtless would have felt threatened by the behaviour of the fan who appears to run at him, but I can’t see that there’s any assault there to speak of. His safety is clearly compromised, and that’s utterly unacceptable, but he’s thankfully unharmed.
Notable again that the only available video recordings are by smart phones made by fans in the stands. Where are the broadcasters’ recordings?
TD
Seen that this morning. I note they set £1690 then £1872.
They missed a trick . Had they put down the correct year they were formed instead of 1872 they’d have made an extra £141.
Silly Billy’s
My apologies if this has already been posted, the mind boggles?
http://www.hostilemonkey.co.uk/breaching-football-regulations/
TNT
TRUE.LOL
Twisty
They did nought wrong. So why the need to raise sheckles to defend their zombies?
MWD
Twist & Turns/TD,
Will the Vanguard Bears set other notable dates for their fundraiser?
Sold for a £ day?
Administration Day?
Liquidation Day?
Newco Day?
Plenty of scope there:))
MWD
Yep, pointless eh, as I’m sure any of them prosecuted will prove their innocence in court and be awarded costs.
Clogher
As you say, the opportunities are endless:-))
FESS19 on 24TH MAY 2016 9:54 AM
!!BADA BING!! on 24TH MAY 2016 9:48 AM
The Huns sectarian singing on Saturday will get buried now……
Only if people let it.The BBC should be getting bombarded with complaints about it.Its the duty of the media to apologise for any “Bad language”used during their transmissions.This singing went much further than that.The Hun hordes can get militant,why not us?.
Sevco hold the world record for the number of statements ‘liquidation is what need is you want to be a record breaker’
Roy Castle CSC
FLEAGLE1888
Thank you for all your brilliant efforts with the tipsters league again,it is much appreciated.
Well done to our emerald isle prince 16 roads on some brilliant tipping to win tnis year.
TURKEYBHOY on 24TH MAY 2016 10:13 AM
Have you any idea where a complaint to the BBC should be sent?
bournesouprecipe
Moreover, Sevco hold the world record for world records….and broken records too…
quonno
Personally addressed to Anne Robinson so she can read them out on Points of View.
That’s how it used to work anyway…
There would have been no trouble had the huns supporters not gone onto the pitch at hampden, none whatsoever.
Anything else is an attempt to deflect from this FACT.
Good lucks I the complaint.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbctrust/contact_us/making_a_complaint.html
Noted an exchange between zombies about the origin of WATP. Seemingly a biblical quote?
Anyhow got me thinking about Hail Hail. Assumed simple explanation was the Hail Hail the Celts are here sing.
Wee bit research and I see that song originates back in 1853 ( Verdi opera) and over time is amended until a 1917 version ” hail hail the gangs all here” and then 1960’s made the terraces at CP when we picked it up and gave the new lyrics.
Interesting. ( OK, loose use of the term interesting:-)
Davido
‘Hibsed it’ is now ‘Sevco’d it’
And as for the biblical link to WATP, maybe someone with a more educated religious knowledge than myself can confirm?
Me? I only believe 12.5% of what the bible says. (I’m an eighth – iest )
Hail hail
Hibs fans on celebrating (shouldent have been on in the first place but! Who could blame them) Huns came on the park to riot, they hadent a clue about the players alleged accusations at the time, it’s all to deflect from the getting up to they’r old larks as usual, the players where gone before all this, they spat the dummy oot, pure and simple as that, and this investigation may not bode to well for them, careful what you wish for, and again I’ll say, still nothing official from Sevco stepped up yet to clarify all these allegations, very strange?
‘Hibs fans taunted us with Celtic scarves then took off their belts and attacked the *Rangers* players”
Overheard at a bus stop CSC
Jackass in full frontal assault on The Hibees today.Mentioning “Stripping the Blazer”from Petrie,also Hibs being banned from next years SC,and possibly banned from Europe.Full of mock horror and revulsion for what went on.
The sheer hypocrisy is mind boggling.How soon they forget the “Jolly japesters”of the Tartan Army that destroyed Wembley.What if the English fans that day had acted like the Hun thugs and came over the wall?.All the wee couthy stories of where the goalposts ended up,and how many took pieces of turf away with them would never have saw the light of day.
I cannot remember but did any rag talk up the Huns getting barred from Europe after the Manchester outrage?.
We shout out to Twisty and Cowiebhoy (after your we personal contact).
I’m convinced. You two guys are probably the main reason, Twisty on the blog and Cowiebhoy’s contact off the blog which resonated deeply and had me reconsidering based on a personal period in my past. Renewal in post (still with reservations I’ll add).
It may well be the side effects of Metronididazole that has me in fits of confusion and hallucination though!
Well done to both DD for finally taking up the reigns and PL on the signing of a manager worthy of the job. It was obvious to me from Brendan’s comments that both were personally involved in him signing.
Res 12 is now a priority and must be followed through – I still have my reservations club will officially act but the Bhoys seem to have faith in them so I decided this for now is a wait and watch game. I’m still considerably on the side that our CEO’s time is up as he cannot ever be trusted to act in best interests of fans on serious maters and his stealth tactics of the past are forever unforgivable IMO.
So there you have it. I’m in and putting my faith in our new manager.
I did also include in my decision all the games I did not attend last season and the alternatives I partook in while wondering what was going on at CP.
Seems I just can’t get enough eh?
MWD with reservation & continued suspicion.
BOURNESOUPRECIPE on 24TH MAY 2016 10:29 AM
‘Hibs fans taunted us with Celtic scarves then took off their belts and attacked the *Rangers* players”
Overheard at a bus stop CSC
Wonder just where they learned the art of taunting?
Twists
Not Verdi. It’s from Gilbert & Sullivan’s opera Pirates of Penzance: With Cat-like Tread.
Here’s wot I rote before
The Maltese Apocrypha
Part 2: Parrot Fashion
Preface
Uniquely amongst European jurisdictions, Scotland recently introduced a law that blurs the distinction between what constitutes a criminal offence and what gives rise to personal offence.
The Offensive Behaviour at Football and Threatening Communications (Scotland) Act 2012 passed into statute the concept that a criminal offence is committed if a person acts in a manner “that a reasonable person would be likely to consider offensive”. The law is applicable only in the domain of football, and an offence is committed whether or not persons likely to be offended by the behaviour in question actually witness it.
An unintended consequence of the new law is an emerging phenomenon whereby football fans listen intently to live radio and television broadcasts of matches involving rival teams, and attempt to identify songs or chants that they might claim to be offended by. Thus, Scottish Football is now characterised in part by a parallel, less noble competition in which grown men compete to find offence in the songs and chants of supporters of rival teams at matches they are not themselves attending.
In the process, defining what is and what ought to be offensive has degenerated into a puerile game of tit-for-tat between rival supporters, police and prosecutors, played out in the criminal courts in front of increasingly vexed Sheriffs.
The working class game of football that gave rise to the culture of “Come on over here if you think you’re hard enough” has spawned a generation of supporters seemingly so in touch with their sensitive side as to be the spiritual heirs of the National Viewers’ and Listeners’ Association.
In this context…
Parrot Fashion
One of the charms of holidaying in Gozo is living cheek by jowl with the Gozitans, lovely people. This is by no means a purpose built package holiday resort, rather more a Mediterranean Arran, with the beauty of the island enjoyed by tourist and resident alike.
Thus our apartment block, overlooking the terraced harbour of the old fishing village of Qbajjar, in addition to providing holiday accommodation for our family – me, my wife and son – is home to number of local families: parents and kids; fishermen and insurance brokers; cats and parrots.
Yes, parrots. Or more accurately, a parrot and a mynah bird, who live in their own cages on the balcony opposite us.
Each evening they like to sing and whistle. Whether to themselves, each other, or the rest of the block is not known, but sing and whistle they do, and some fine tunes at that.
The parrot will start the performance with a wolf whistle. The mynah bird responds with a verse of “Happy Birthday”. The parrot then goes into a segue of exotic whistles and caws, the mynah upstaging him with the chorus from My World by Tim Kay – presumably his owner is an avid viewer of ‘Jamie Oliver at Home’.
The whole repertoire goes on for about an hour each evening before the pair of them finish up the night by taking requests.
Over recent evenings, my son has taken to requesting the chorus of “With Cat-like Tread” from the classic Gilbert and Sullivan opera Pirates of Penzance. He’s got rather eclectic taste in music you understand, notwithstanding that this popular tune was adopted decades ago by supporters of Celtic FC as a club anthem, the very club the boy supports.
Of course, he has had to spend some time each evening whistling the chorus across the yard such that the birds could pick up the tune, but sure enough, after 4 evenings of dedicated tutoring, and to great delight, the wee yellow billed mynah bird picked it up and carried it off pitch perfectly.
Saturday is changeover day in Gozo, and a new family arrived on holiday at the apartments, a Scots couple with their teenage son and daughter. It’s a long trek from Scotland, an early morning departure for a 3½ hour flight followed by a coach ride across Malta, before the ferry to Gozo and onwards to Qbajjar. We had spotted the new family arriving late in the afternoon, hauling their cases and bags from the main road up the narrow cobbled boat path to the reception, and it was clear that the combination of travel fatigue and the Mediterranean summer heat had taken its toll on our new friends.
While the kids were eager to drop their bags and get onto the beach, the parents looked somewhat less energetic. The man’s polo shirt had apparently shrunk, a middle aged spread bursting out below a top that was a duotone butterfly print rendered in pure sweat. Harsh words were sent in the direction of the kids, by now in the sea, bags abandoned on the boat path.
His wife was in little better mood: Dragging her case across the cobbles, heels and wheels clacking like errant castanets, her face pink and puffy following the long journey and the stuffy coach ride. The humidity had clearly taken its toll on the tangle of seaweed that was the poor woman’s hair. It was impossible not to feel for her.
That evening, while enjoying our by now customary aperitifs in the harbour-side bar below the apartment, the newcomers came in and took up an adjacent table. It was clear that a couple of hours in their air conditioned apartment, a nap, perhaps a glass of wine, had quite restored the pair of them. Indeed, she was utterly transformed, the very vision of East Kilbride elegance in a printed summer dress and slingback sandals, the beautifully shaped hair framing a perfectly made up face. Thank god for GHDs. What an effort. What a result. Brava!
She and I exchanged a polite smile as her husband ordered their drinks from Benard, our charming host. At the time I made nothing of his odd reaction to being served a Magners cider rather than the Dry Blackthorn he had requested. Perhaps the hot Maltese sun and cold Cisk lager had dulled my instincts. Perhaps I had left them far behind in Glasgow.
Nevertheless, everything seemed as it ought to be as we supped our drinks and chatted, the turquoise harbour water lapping the stone terraces in front of us. A perfect evening.
On cue, the birds started up, moving through their repertoire of whistles and caws, Happy Birthdays and Jamie Oliver numbers. The newcomers were quite taken by the performance, the two birds receiving great attention and applause from our new friends, each song recognised and whistled along to in turn.
Until…
Until, lapping up the fuss and attention from the audience, the little mynah bird launched into a rousing chorus of “With Cat-like Tread”.
There was a gasp from the next table. A cough. A splutter. A dramatic splatter of cider, followed by a screech, the dreadful screech of a woman ruined. I turned in alarm. The poor dear was covered in her husband’s Magners, the hair devastated, the gargled cider dripping down her face, her makeup melting in the slabber. With her mouth set in a trembling, dumbfounded gape, she looked for all the world as though she had just been dunked head first in the harbour.
It was really rather funny. Indeed my son went off on one, bent over double trying to keep the laughter in. Of course, this set off me and my wife, the pair of us, hands slapped across mouths, choking back the laughter for dear life. To no avail whatsoever. We were, in the vernacular, pishing ourselves.
The infection quickly took hold of the other guests in the bar, the Gozitan fishermen and insurance brokers, the Dutch and the German tourists, parents and children alike, and the whole place rocked with laughter. Poor Benard, waving his serving cloth in vain around the stricken woman, was quite affronted.
The fellow at the next table, recovering from his coughing fit, was now standing, pointing in turn at the bird cage, at his wife and at us: “That!” he exclaimed. “That’s… That’s SECTARIAN!”
It was a curiously sobering moment. I caught my wife’s eye as it slowly dawned on us quite what had occurred. I looked at my boy, then at the mynah bird, and again at my wife. The three of us turned to face the fellow on his feet and his poor, drookit wife, and we simply creased up. Stomach-cramping, table-rattling, knicker-wetting laughter bounced out of the bar and echoed off the harbour buildings around us.
The man’s bewilderment turned to anger, puce faced, finger jabbing anger:
“Look what you’ve done!” he yelled.
“You people. Look what you’ve done!”
“You’ve corrupted a Mynah!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdJg6Duzzf4
ra ra ra ra
The whole object of the exercise is to get THEM into Europe.
To do this I believe THEY will have to sweep inconveniences like certified accounts under the Blue Room carpet.
See if they would just come out and say how it actually is then everybody could ‘deal with it’ and move on.
For example, ‘Our fans ran onto the pitch an aw tae try and give they Hibs’s we’ans a right good kicking for laughing at us because we are crap and wur faces were right funny looking when we got pumped’. We’d be big enough to accept that surely?
‘Deal with it’ meaning (as a minimum) stripping Hibs of the cup win over them, banning them from all cup competitions for a period of about 5 years, I mean at least 5 years, no, 10 years or forever actually, giving the huns the cup and Euro spot instead (worthy of another 2 stars or more on their jumpers possibly?), outlawing the colour green, giving the names of anyone who went on the pitch to laugh at them out to orc hoardes/retribution squads so that they can be sorted out, and then jailing them after they have been delivered to police stations having fallen down some stairs honest. And if they don’t feel that’s enough when they’re bye then maybe Hibs could pay their bills for them, to like the Inland Revenue and stuff. No, actually, their debts should just all be written off because they’ve been so hard done by. Hadn’t they been punished enough before being subjected to all this violent violence, intimidation, assault and (worst of all) general pish-taking and ridicule?
Also, and this may go without saying actually, everyone could bow down before them and admit that they are actually the same team as the one that was liquidated, admit that they were not really liquidated, or at least liquidated in that way that means you’re not actually liquidated, and that we are very sorry that we mistook them for another team that lied and cheated their way to ‘success’ for over a decade before being ‘liquidated’. Then they will like us and be nice to us again like they always were before, and will let us off with all that stuff like Resolution 12 and things. Oh that needs to be dropped too by the way, I may have missed that above.
And finally, we all should just admit that anything won by anybody that isn’t them is just worthless and meaningless. And we should retrospectively award everything to them, at which time it will become worthy and meaningful and then they can have a whole jumper just made up of stars that they won’t have to give somebody else all the profits from.
There. Sorted.
Big question for next season is the captaincy.
An un-injured Broonie?
Eric the Danish Tim?
Or Ibra?
Decisions, decisions.
HH jamesgang