Every game’s important for a squad looking to repair reputation


An away trip to St Johnstone on the back of an away trip to Fenerbahce was a challenging one on paper. Teams drop more points away from home after an away European game than under any other circumstances, but yesterday went as well as we could have hoped for.

Nadir Ciftci has failed to set imaginations alight since arriving in the summer but the support were delighted for the player and his prospects, after two excellently taken goals. The first, controlling a corner on his thigh before turning and thrashing the ball into the corner of the net, was top drawer. More please.

Our other summer signing who has recently pulled some form together is Dedryck Boyata. Dedryck was the proverbial bag of nerves earlier this season. He looked clumsy with the ball at his feet, was wasteful when passing and was part of a defence which could not defend corner kicks. The arrival of Jozo Simunovic in the team coincided with Dedryck looking more like a Celtic player.

Without European football the second half of the season has an anti-climactic feel to it but it’s important for both these players. They, like many others in the squad, have a lot to prove after some indifferent performances. Not all will make it. Several, who are teetering on the brink of the first team, will find their opportunities limited, so there is no such thing as an unimportant game. Every game is important when you are trying to improve your reputation, every corner is important as is every chance.


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  1. WEEMINGER on 15TH DECEMBER 2015 10:12 AM


    Stats fans – we’re currently on our 3rd highest average goals per game since the turn of the millenium.







    It’s 2.58 bettered only in 03/04 when we got 105 and 13/14 which was 102. Current projection puts us at 98, but I wouldn’t be surprised to see us top the ton.







    That’s entertainment.



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    Cant be true.We only play with one up front.So we are told.

  2. The day I fell in love with a ‘Tranny.’



    The green phone ran in hall, it was Saturday morning so unless an old relative had died it was for me. I smugly answered it: “Is that you Webby?”


    “How did you know that?” he said in a voice that was far too perplexed for a conversation that had occurred on each and every Saturday since the season began. I left it at that.



    “Of course I’m going…” was the gist of my end of the conversation. I was going to see the season out. I’d been to every game so far therefore I wasn’t missing this one. Webby on the other hand was spouting on about a historic day; a title winning day in the most dramatic of circumstances. I was a hangover to his anticipation of a party. He wasn’t listening and as far as he was concerned the phrase-Love Street ’86-was about to be propelled to the upper stories of our skyscraper of achievements.



    I couldn’t see it.



    I was 19 but had already developed a preparatory mind game that allowed me to cope with disappointment. It’s a Celtic thing. Big Billy once said there was ‘something magical’ about Celtic and I couldn’t agree more but coming down off a Celtic induced high sometimes lasted a couple of seasons. The cold turkey 90’s was still some way off thankfully. Anyway walking to the pub to catch the bus, about to meet six Bhoys who had kept in touch from school and all the other characters put a bounce in my step. What if we did do it? If one team can do it surely it is us. Hearts Champions…that did not sound right. I was clutching for and grabbing all available straws.



    “Lots of goals, that’s what we need, put pressure on them.” Big Packy-as opposed to wee Packy- was outlining Davie Hay’s tactics for him on the back seat of the bus. I liked what I was hearing, It made sense to me and I hoped that as well as Celtic, St Mirren, Dundee and most importantly Hearts were listening. This Bhoy talked sense and I went with the flow but deep down I wasn’t having it. I thought we’d win but not score enough goals and Hearts would get three penalties to ensure a championship victory for them. I kept quiet though as Packy, Webby, Charlie, Thommo, George and wee Packy were in full flow. If they’d used helicopters to deliver the trophy it should hang about Paisley, these Bhoys were sure of a green and white triumph against the odds and the slugs of fortified wine and songs of rebellion seemed to embolden them further. I still couldn’t see it.






    We were behind the Celtic goal in the first half on what was an unlikely Celtic glory day…it was wet and windy. We got lucky as an old guy next to us had a tranny (you could say that then) at the match with him. He would shortly become the most important man on the planet to us. It was a healthy crowd but I suspected a few of them were adopting the name Thomas today but weren’t saying to their fortified mates. Webby kept punching the sky and shouting ‘Yes’ and we hadn’t kicked off yet; he was utterly convinced we were winning this league. Madman. It seems Big Packy wasn’t away buying pies but delivering the team talk because the Celts carried out his instructions comprehensively. He demanded goals and we went and stylishly got them in a way that allowed Jock Brown to proclaim in his commentary, “Celtic are certainly playing like Champions.” Jock like me still had his doubts although I was beginning to thaw to the idea of glory. Meanwhile Webby Bhoy was going apoplectic with ecstasy and was a danger to all around with his bear hugs, fist pumps and head grabbing. As the goals flowed our first reaction was to escape Webby and then protect the guy with the tranny. This was not easy as the momentous events in front of us unfolded. Goals in the 6, 32, 33 and 39 minutes left us battered, bruised and bloody delirious. I was firmly with the believers now. We had scored some real quality goals and were sweeping St. Mirren aside; they were not given the chance to ‘lie down’ to us. It was incredible and the two special goals in a minute would have caused us to lift the roof off our end if we had one. I kept my eye on tranny man…nothing, nada, zilch. Don’t waste it mate, it’s all down to you now.



    We fed and watered him at half-time as he had the biggest 45 minutes of his life coming up. We discreetly moved Webby away from him as 5 of us became Swiss Guards for our Dens Park envoy. The atmosphere at Love Street was now very strange, eerie even. Our eyes were all on our game but our minds had travelled the roads and miles to Dundee trying to picture what was happening. I’d made a mistake of putting Hearts in their famous maroon; they’d opted for an unlucky silvery grey on the banks of the Tay. This and the adorable Albert Kidd would be their downfall.


    We scored in the 54th minute. Webby politely applauded. Our job was done. Eight league wins on the spin after the 4-4 epic at Ibrox was Championship winning form but we still needed a favour. I was 19 and was about to experience some of the greatest moments of my young life: ‘They’ve scored’ shouted tranny man. I could tell from his excitement and loose false teeth that the Dee had shocked the Jambos. We missed big Jim Stewart’s rabbit in the spotlight moments as we hugged, cuddled, ducked and dived. It was happening.



    Seconds out, round two. ‘They’ve score again’. Bedlam is now the only way to describe it. The worldwide Celtic support was with us in that old ground as the roars bellowed out from around 15,000 of us. It was a special moment. Tranny man lost his teeth but it was worth it he mouthed. Webby was off; we located him much later at the Celtic dug-out hugging players till they pleaded to be released. We only found out the full story of Albert Kidd the Celtic supporting moustachioed bandit later. It all added to the story of a famous Celtic title win. Outside Radio Rentals later that night-after much carousing- a crowd of around 40 watched Saturday night Sportscene. Albert socks rolled down destroyed them in much the same way we put St Mirren to the sword. Head in hands Jambos wiped their tears with their ‘Championship winning’ T shirts and Alex McDonald’s tortured red coupon looked fit to burst. A perfect day.



    The next morning the green phone rang. I got to it first and gave him his moment: “Telt ye.” You did Webby Bhoy, you did.



    For Martin Kane YNWA.

  3. BMCUWP ignores the bores,scrolls the trolls on

    I was gonny post a link to Tranny Magnet from Viz,but most links to that source of genius get deleted.



    Nae wunner!

  4. Roy Croppie



    I will never forget that game for a lot of reasons.



    I’d been married a fortnight and my in laws were coming to our new house for dinner that night.



    A couple of weeks before a furniture van arrived at my new neighbours who was out, so I took delivery of a very heavy table and four chairs.



    When my neighbour returned home I chapped her door and introduced myself, explaining I had her new furniture, could I bring it in.



    I noticed, hanging over the hall bannister, a Celtic scarf and said innocently that I was a Tim too. The scarf belonged to her son Mike.



    So on Saturday afternoon watching the results coming in and we have just won the league, there is a knock on the front door.



    At this point I am quite emotional and I open the door to see a young man I’d never seen before, wearing a Celtic top and scarf.



    “I’m Mike” he says, and we both burst into tears and fall into each others arms.



    We then proceeded to tan the best part of a bottle of whisky and a number of cans to celebrate our success.



    My first night with the inlaws was not a roaring success as I kept falling asleep at the table, but they understood. My new wife didn’t. Alas.



    She understands now.



    Poor Mike was pished as well and was going out that night with a new girlfriend on a first date, actually it turned out to be their last date too. He blamed me.



    Lovely, lovely memories!



    Thank you Celtic and keep them coming!

  5. CultsBhoy can not relate to Celtic Board ambitions on or off the park on

    Hail hail – Carolyn Kane – Lovely post. The very best festive wishes to you and your kin!

  6. Stupid teachers :))



    Teacher: How old is your father?


    Kid: He is 6 years.


    Teacher: What? How is this possible?


    Kid: He became father only when I was born.


    (Logic!! Children are quick and always speak their minds.)




    TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America.


    MARIA: Here it is.


    TEACHER: Correct. Now, Class, who discovered America?


    CLASS: Maria.




    TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell ‘crocodile?’


    GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L’


    TEACHER: No, that’s wrong


    GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.


    (I love this child.)




    TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?


    DONALD: H I J K L M N O.


    TEACHER: What are you talking about?


    DONALD: Yesterday you said it’s H to O.




    TEACHER: Clyde, your composition on ‘My Dog’ is exactly the same as your brother’s. Did you copy his?


    CLYDE: No, sir; It’s the same dog.


    (I want to adopt this kid!!!)




    TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?


    HAROLD: A teacher.







  7. Greenpinata on 15th December 2015 11:52 am



    Only happened once this season (in the league) but I’d say that still makes for an entertaining game.



    Incidentally our lowest average was 1.71 in 06/07 when we only scored 65 goals. We still won the league though.

  8. an emotional day for me too roy, was babysitting charliebhoy jnr he was in his walky pen thing when kidds goal came up on teletext(remember those updates?) i roared and he shit himself!!! even the dug jumped, just got him settled when that bugger kid scored again lol ……i’ll be closer to sixty than fifty tomorrow, and charles started back work after his brain op last month so kano’s wee tale brought a lump tae this eejits throat, thanks for sharing YNWA

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