Delighted Joe Ledley got on the score sheet twice yesterday. As well as missing the influence of Wanyama, and Scott Brown on Champions League duty, Joe’s absence through injury has been felt. He has been back a few weeks now but Neil Lennon has used him sparingly, putting a lot of responsibility on the shoulders of Beram Kayal and Charlie Mulgrew. For me, Joe’s composure and running deserves place in the team.
Ross County have dropped like a stone recently, even when you consider their abandoned matches, but they successfully pressed high up the field for long periods of the game. When Celtic do this in Europe we are always concerned about opposing teams passing through us with speed. It was a bit concerning that we could not do the same to County.
The most pleasing aspect of the game was the performance of Emilio Izaguirre. Neil Lennon went on record in the summer to say he needed cover for left back, which is still the case, but at the time ‘cover’ was interpreted in places for an admission that Emilio’s form was not what it once was.
We are incredibly strong at right back, with internationals Adam Matthews and Mikel Lustig vying for the position, while Nigeria’s right back, Efe Ambrose, occupies a different position at Celtic, but Emilio has no obvious left-footed cover.
Following the loss of St John Doyle, George Ryan, Lennybhoy sent £1534.30 on your behalf to the Mini St John Doyle Fund, now officially launched as Sean’s Trust. George’s wife, Linda, responded with this message:
“George’s fantastic friends at Celtic Quick News have this evening donated £1,534.30 into the account for our charity Sean’s Trust. This money has been raised since George’s death on 5 October. Also they paid for 4 seats at Celtic Park for the family to attend the Ajax game, and sent beautiful floral tributes.
“Most of the supporters on CQN had never met George in person. Paul Brennan from CQN visited me after George’s death and he said ‘It takes a lifetime to make a Celtic Man like George’ What a beautiful tribute. We are grateful for the immense effort you have all made in memory of George. We will never forget you x.”
There are never any real compensations on occasions of such loss, but your efforts connected with, and supported, a family, at a time when that was as much as anyone could do for them.
Thank you to everyone who participated, especially Lennybhoy, for picking up the ball.
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Frank video of the Celtic v Ajax game from the point of view and camera of an Ajax supporter. Compelling viewing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siLiKnO_1Cg
Ryecatcher
When I lived down south. I found Everton to be most pro Celtic.
Sanna and Malorbhoy,
Two crackin posts to restore a bit of faith in humanity.
That word compassion… Surely the queen of sentiments.
Ryecatcher
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That’s a surprisingly “informed” englander.
In my experience the English know we play in green and white hoops and sing YNWA and that’s about it.
JimmyQuinnsBits
00:47 on
11 November, 2013
Sanna and Malorbhoy,
Two crackin posts to restore a bit of faith in humanity.
That word compassion… Surely the queen of sentiments.
………………………………….
What you said
HH
Amsterdam – The Battle for the Truth
Lazy Journalism. The accusation levelled against the MSM by Celtic Quick News just under 10 years ago when Paul Brennan set up the blog. After Celtic fans were attacked in Amsterdam these very same journalists couldn’t help themselves – Jackson on the radio equating the trouble in Amsterdam to riots in Manchester when Rangers fans went on the rampage. Spiers on Twitter condemning the Celtic fans as the trouble-makers before he was aware of any facts. As the truth emerged on social media and on blogs like CQN it seemed that none of these lazy journalists had the stomach to come out and state exactly what had happened. CQN decided if they wouldn’t tell the story of what really happened in Amsterdam then we would spend some time ourselves finding out. Not just stating our opinion – as Spiers and Jackson had done – but carry out some good old fashioned proper journalism. Here is what actually happened in Amsterdam…(see CQN Magazine out Tuesday)
DD…..have to admit I prefer Liverpool and always take the offer of an occasional ticket to Anfield whenever my season ticket holder mate can’t make it.Also I like Everton fans as they know their football and always complimentary about the Hoops.Liverpool is a wonderful city.
If the Orcs knew how much the Toffee boys hated ‘Sir Walter’ and regard him as their worst ever manager then they might see his absolute incompetence in a different light to the Scottish MSM.
Not just saying this because I’m a Tim,but Walter Smith is seen as a very bad joke figure of a manager on Merseyside and beyond in England.His tactics and football at Everton were abysmal.
((
Tet
Not in the true sense, they knew I was a tim but I knew they knew that.
A lot of knews there.
The interview I got for my apprenticeship for Barr& Strouds went along the road as…I see you are sitting eight “o” levels, the giveaway as Latin was back then your eighth “o” level.
No just seven I must have made a mistake with my application.
Next question asked was..do you play football?
No…I play badminton and to be honest I did at a not to bad level.
Next question.. What material is that doorknob made of…no laughing now…copper and zinc I replied. With a smirk on his face he said…no it’s brass son..to which I replied I thought you meant the alloys that make brass.
For some reason I got the apprenticeship and the doors of bigotry opened up to me…sadly.HH
Ryecatcher
When I lived in Derby, I was seeing a girl from Wavertree. 6 brothers, 3 red, 3blue. Used to drive her home at weekends and her bro’s would go to Anfield or Goodison all 6 together. I prefered the Anfield visits. :)
Sipsini……my internal doorknobs are made of wood….maybe I would have needed to roll up my trouser leg and shag a goat to have got a job at Barr and Stroud?
DD…..Liverpool is truly a wonderful city.
Albert Docks bars and restaurants,Cavern Club and Matthew Street,Anfield,Goodison.
Guaranteed brilliant nights out.
Always make a point of never being away from Liverpool for more than 3 months.
Had to laugh when Liverpool opened their club shop in the new Liverpool One shopping mal
They called it Liverpool One.
Everton club shop opened next door, one month later…..they called it…..Everton Two.
Haha…….laughed out loud.
Sipsini
They needed the odd token at B&S to dispel the sectarian myth. :)
sipsini
I wiz jestin as you know.
Worked in the Glasgow reigon late 80s early 90s, contracts manager for a leccy firm, shocking stuff I had to contend with, got the job in the main as i don’t have a Timmy name, how feckin sad is that, the bhoys who employed me made sure i was on their side, and rewarded me well for getting them contracts, with the corpy, it was money for nothing, you could drive the burnt oot hun bus through the contracts, they were set up that bad, the extras were where the money was made, and they were there for the taking, it was a scandal, but, someomne was going to get the money, and why no a Tim firm ?
it took the corpy nigh on a year to suss me, not a bother, we had the contracts swen up water tight.
I remember lying in bed with Mrs TET looking at CVs of blokes looking for a job, jeezo, some of them were a sight for sore eyes, there were blokes sending in pics of themselfs naked ffs, they were that desperate for a job, we did a few multies in teh Gorbals, there were 4 together, can’t remember the name of the place, but after we got the contravt, the corpy decided that they wanted the place lit up, so the main contractor had to get 3 estimates for the job, I supplied them, and my price was accepted.
our cost to the co was about 20k, our price was 195k, I got 10% of the profit, and they say money doesn’t grow on trees >}
Nay wonder the huns don’t want to lose what they have…..!!!!!
HH
ryecatcher,
Two out of thirty six apprentices in my year were catholic.
Do you have a wooden leg:)
ryecatcher,
My da went for an interview at Barr and Stround in the late thirties.
He’s lying up in Dalnottar still waiting on a reply.
Was the best iron driller on the Clyde they tell me.
It wasn’t for ye Paddy..
Off to bed now.
Sleep well Timland
HH
KTF
Sipsini
Barr & Stroud– famous for that sort of thing in the past.
Not sure about now but can ask a pal that works in its current incarnation.
Right bed for me
dd,
Just in the door bud.Hadn’t been out in weeks bud.
A few glasses of brandy balls poitin from the heart of Donegal and a good swally in Tracy’s.
Magic I tell you.Magic.
delaneys dunky,
A token tim, suppose I was amongst another few. There’s actually an MP that worked in the stores…a good man say no more.
TET,
I know, sleep well mate.HH
Is that Barr and Strouds midden still open?
Sipsini that is a ratio of 5.6 percent…….This was progress then.
How many were Jedi?
dd,
Haha.My son lived in Wavertree when he was at Uni.Spooky mate spooky
Sipsini
My Uncle got a job there when the Albion shut. He lied and said he went to Knightswood Secondary, at his interview. :)
THE EXILED TIM said:
there were blokes sending in pics of themselfs naked ffs, they were that desperate for a job
I’m intrigued. Why would someone who is “desperate” for a job believe they were enhancing their chances by submitting pictures of themselves naked?
Am I missing something?
:-)
TCR
That’s bonkers co-incidental. :))
Norman Tebbit told us to get on our bikes for jobs in the abject recession of the 80s
Dropping yer keks and sending a pic sounds easier in these more enlightened times with social media,etc.
TheendjustifiesthemeansCSC
Off to bed now…..gotta drive hour and a half to Manchester at 8.
Hail x 2
delaneys dunky.
I may have known him, I left in the late eighties.
Bigotry.? I worked for one year in the Glasgow Numerical Printing Company in Finnieston St.
next door to Carlaws.I was 17 at the time.Three apprentices started.I was the only Tim.We were battering the Huns at the time and they hated it.By God they did.The printing trade was stinking with Masons and Orangeism.There was one lad who was a couple of years older than me and he stood up to them big time.A Hamilton lad.Jim Larkin,with the famous name.
hamiltontim might know him.He stood by me big time.The same fella will be nearly 60 now.
God Bless ye Jim.
dd,
I’ll tell you the address the morrra .My boy sound now
tricoloured ribbon,
Moved to linthouse near govan.The manufacturering side is of the business on site is deid.
Sipsini,
Is it still full of incompetent Huns?
tricoloured ribbon,
Probably, maybe not as much as it was in my time there.
It still goes on though in other workplaces ie… Where I work just now is a throwback to the old regime.
Engineering has always been poisoned with it.HH
Sipsini,
So it still goes on in Scotland.Always the same.Light work the Huns are there.Heavy work,building trade etc the Tims are the men.
Mayo man once told me in Dublin Sipsini,we built every motorway in Britain for them.
In case someone missed them here are the game highlights from SPFL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBX1GwypQCc&feature=share&list=PLAmNSUlUap5sNWgDy9_dL5HkD7mwHgEII
‘gg,
Thanks mate.Hadn’t seen the highlights.
As it’s quiet tonight, I thought I would tell of my trip to Seville back in 2003. It was April 24th and that date stuck because in the morning it would be Anzac Day in Oz and I would go to the dawn service after the game. I drove the 70 minute trip to Fibber McGee’s in Leederville in Perth, the local CSC had the game on a big screen internet feed, the bar was closed!
Tensions were high and were mounting until Henrik scored, cue pandemonium as 30-40 sober tims went nuts. I left the pub in a daze, drove round close to the Park and wondered how I was going to get this past the wife. My brother had got 6 final tickets as soon as Uefa had released them on line, now I had to get that flight back and make it to a game that I never thought I would see in my lifetime.
The dawn service was one of thanksgiving for me and I headed home to start the arrangements for the trip. I left Perth on the Sunday afternoon and picked up a flight in Singapore that was going to London. It had come in from Melbourne and there were a fair few tims on board.
The next morning I arrived in London and we headed to Reading to meet up with my brothers and friends who had the 6 precious briefs. It was party time except when we had to get up in the morning, it weas sore heid time and the shower wasn’t working. A limo turned up at 8am and we were soon on our way to Heathrow and on the champagne early. The airport was already a sea of green and white and we were on our way to Seville via Madrid. In Madrid airport I saw a guy with a kilt, celtic strip and full indian chief’s head dress, a group of local children on a school visit to the airport were completely bewildered by this site, maybe I had had to much already!
After some time we were on our flight to Seville, I remember the steward saying just after take-off that if anyone wanted a drink just to press the button, you couldn’t see the front for hands going up as about 80% on the plane were going to the match. The trolley was quickly emptied and the singing started, God only knows what the pilot was thinking.
We arrived in Seville about 7 on the Tuesday night, that night was probably the highlight of the entire trip. Thousands of Celtic fans in the airport, the hotels, the streets, the pubs, just everywhere. We found a small bar near the cathedral and the owner had to go for re-supply three times as the bhoys drank him dry. His Christmas had come very early! The next day we partied again and headed out to the stadium in that heat, the game passed so quickly and as hard as Henrik tried, it was not to be. We walked back to the hotel, it seemed to take forever, soon we were at the airport for the trip home, the airport was like a war zone with bodies lying prone wherever you looked. Flights were delayed and cancelled, people were on the wrong planes, absolute chaos. We got back to London and got the train back up to Glasgow in time for the league showdown at Kilmarnock. I guy from Ireland that I met in Seville offered me his ticket for Rugby Park but I decided that I would join the whole family in Chandlers and watch the game on tv. We were up and we were down until finally and once again, it wasn’t to be. The supporters bus arrived back from Rugby Park and I thought it would be a real downer of a night but instead and in typical Celtic fashion, the whole pub went into party mode and I had another of those great Celtic nights, celebrating as only we can and with a lot of friends that I had not seen in a few years.
O but to live through that again but with a couple of more favourable outcomes, together with a wee dose of the man who I refer very simply to, Henrik Larsson, “Truly The king Of Kings”