Great times for Celtic


It’s always encouraging to read positive comment on your club, so the positivity from a sports brand consultant at Brand Finance was welcome.  Apparently we are something of a commercial miracle, reaching parts no one else from a small country can come close to.

It’s also delightful hearing about glamour preseason friendlies (not quite announced yet, but coming).  We are a club with more than just history, we have a team the best in the world want to play.  We also have a future.

We have the league championship trophy in the boardroom, Champions League qualifiers to look forward to, and the sun is shining on Glasgow!

These are great times for Celtic.

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  1. Mountain_Bhoy is Neil Lennon on

    there aint no stronger enemy to the huns than the Celtic family, generations watching from outwith, WOW… can feel the effort in exposing THE TRUTH



    good night Huns.. you deserve it!



    PS the beauty is, you commited Hari Kari yerselves!

  2. A sunshine performance by ole Jobo as he heads out for mass. Emjoy the evening Bhoys and Ghirls…

  3. Paul67



    Thought you were having a well deserved day off, enjoy the sunshine.

  4. chasbhoy



    A fantastic tale you told earlier today thanks for sharing it with us.

  5. Paul



    Would you have a link to the Brand Finance comments … ?







  6. Has there been any comment from the BBC or Sky over the lies told by Billy Dodds and Neil McCann over their use of EBTs? Cannot believe that they can could stay in post once they have been shown to be liars!

  7. hamiltontim on 26 May, 2012 at 17:17 said:







    A fantastic tale you told earlier today thanks for sharing it with us.




    Not sure of the protocol as I don’t post often, but should I post it again for those who missed it?

  8. paul67,



    ive noticed a lot of comments regarding a very recent post from Barcabhoy .



    Do you recall it and can you give me a link to it?




  9. There’s something quite euphoric about green and white in the sun. Pity there’s no football to make it perfect.


    Ach well there’s always comedy central over the way.

  10. A repost from earlier, definitely worth a read.




    chasbhoy on 26 May, 2012 at 07:48 said:







    Ok, it’s maybe a day late, but here goes.


    A week before the big final I got a phone call from my pal Gerry Loney. He was going to Lisbon in a car with three other guys. There was a space. Did I want to go? I didn’t have a passport, but in those days you could get a Visitors Passport at the labour exchange (honest) which lasted a year. I knew someone at the Parkhead ‘buroo’ who offered to stay on late if I got there with my photo.


    Armed with the passport I agreed to go. When were we leaving? Monday night. Whit? The game’s on Thursday I was told. There’s plenty of time.


    Monday came. Along with a host of well wishers we met in ‘The Admiral’ in Waterloo St. I met my fellow travellers, apart from Gerry, for the first time. Only two of us could drive, so it was going to be a hard slog for them, but off we set. I felt as though we were in the Monte Carlo Rally as everyone poured into the street to wave us off at about six o’clock.


    We were aiming for Southampton and a morning ferry to Cherbourg. We made it to near Lockerbie where the car packed in. End of a dream we thought, but out came the AA, diagnosed an electrical fault and we were off again 90 minutes or so later. We drove all night with only a couple of brief breaks, but it looked as if we were going to miss the boat by about 20 minutes as we neared Southampton. Incredibly, one of us phoned the port and they agreed to hold the ferry. Imagine trying that today.


    There was only one other party on that ferry going to Lisbon and the ship’s crew couldn’t believe we had left it so late. Off at Cherbourg and on the road again, the excitement heightened by being in France. I don’t remember much about that day, as I probably slept through most of it. Come nigh-time and the drivers declared that they had to sleep. We drove into Nantes (remember Celtic put them out in an earlier round) and parked at the station.


    Us non-drivers vacated the car to give the other two room to sleep and went into the station buffet. The waitress was called Ghislaine and I fell in love with her as I worked my schoolboy French on her. She tried to coax my scarf from me, but I wasn’t parting with it. However, I promised to come in on the way home, give it to her, and probably ask her to marry me.


    I think the buffet closed about 3AM, and half-jaked, we returned to the car and set off again.


    Near La Rochelle the exhaust fell off the car, and we realised that there was no way we could travel to Lisbon with the roar coming from behind. The car was a big Morris Oxford, and lo and behold the instruction book gave the address of a British Leyland dealer in the city. Re-exhausted, but way behind schedule we set off again heading for the Spanish border.


    This was long before Spain joined the EC and there was full passport controls at the border. It was early evening (Wednesday) and a long queue on the Spanish side. I supposed that many Spaniards worked in France and were heading home. Our car was all decked out with green tape spelling Celtic along the side and we stuck flags out the windows at every opportunity. It looked like another hold-up, but suddenly a Guardia Civil officer appeared at the car. With ‘Ustedes son muy tardes’ or words to that effect he waved us out of the queue and walked beside us up to the top of the queue where we were waved through with big smiles and cries of ‘buen viaje.’


    We had about 700 miles to go and less than 24 hours in which to do it. Near San Sebastian we stopped at a bar for a drink and life-inducing coffee for the drivers. We had a pow-wow. Do we call it a day? Will we just stay in Spain and watch the game on TV. Incidentally, that night Spain were playing England in a friendly and the bar was full. There was a priest there and I spoke to him as the only one with any Spanish and told him of our predicament. I can’t remember his exact reply, but it amounted to ‘go for it.’


    He gave us a blessing as we piled back into the car, our minds made up. We drove all night, the non drivers talking all the time to keep the current driver awake as the other one tried to sleep. It was a beautiful night, the roads were empty and at one point we came across a Spanish army column marching in formation. We stopped, and so did they. We cried ‘Celtic, Celtic’ at the top of our voices and waved our flags. They in turn waved their rifles in the air and hollered back.


    We reached the Portuguese border near Ciudad Rodrigo and disaster. Portugal was still a dictatorship and the border closed overnight. There was a queue of people and vehicles waiting to cross. Then came pure farce. A couple of the Portuguese guards came up, looked in the car, and nodded ‘Celtic, Lisboa.’ I tried in Spanish to explain that we might miss the match. They nodded and stroked their chins. One of them smiled and did a little dance with his hands in the air. We finally got it. In the car were two poles for a banner. We laid them cross-wise on the ground and four of us did the highland fling to the great delight of all the onlookers. I still have an overhead camera shot in my head, looking down on this madness at a border crossing at dawn. After much cheering and clapping they raised the barrier and let us through.


    We raced on, fearful that we would miss the 5 o’clock (was it 5?) kick off. I remember the snaking drive through the mountains, women selling oranges at the side of the road, and a tragedy that we came across at one point in the late morning. There was a Hillman Imp, with its big end or something knackered. We stopped and spoke to the poor fellow in it. He had broken down the previous night. He had been with three mates and they had all got lifts and deserted him. They had promised to phone his recovery company in the UK to get him rescued and he was still waiting for someone to arrive. We commiserated but had to leave him.


    Finally, we reached the outskirts of Lisbon and met up with buses full of Tims coming from the airport. We felt like pioneers as they hung out the windows (yes they could do that) and waved at us. It was around 2PM. We had made it! But there was still a twist in the tail that many will find hard to believe.


    As I said earlier, I had never met three of my fellow passengers before. They were nice guys, although I barely saw any of them afterwards. Two of them had trained for the priesthood. As has been said on here, that day was a holiday of obligation and they felt we should at least try to get to mass. So for about an hour that could have been spent soaking up the atmosphere at the stadium we traipsed round looking for churches, but never found one with an ongoing mass. Finally, threats of real violence persuaded them to head for the match.


    The rest, they say, is history. Particular flashes of that day come back often – the guy in the green corporation transport uniform which a Portuguese next to us thought was him dressing for the game instead of him leaving his shift and heading for the airport; the police car racing past us after the game with its siren on and the police driver wearing a Celtic scarf; the sheer mayhem after the game; the wild dancing up and down; and, oh aye, the two goals.


    We ended up in a square in Lisbon that night in sheer celebration, and at about 1AM started off on the hard slog back home. To appease our two devout friends we went to Fatima the next morning. We had been on our own on the outward journey, but were part of a cavalcade on the way back. Every bar, cafe and restaurant was full of supporters. We were waved at in every town and village we passed through in Portugal, France and Spain. I remember having a pee in a restaurant in Spain and someone I knew came in. We stood chatting for a minute and then parted as though we’d been in a pub in Glasgow.


    There was a party on the ferry that Sunday as we drank the ship dry and did a conga round the decks, holding a copy of the cup aloft, to the delight of other passengers.


    Our reception driving through England was also great, as people waved to us on the motorways and congratulated us at the services. At last, seven days later and seven nights sleeping in a car, tired and extremely grotty we arrived back in Glasgow to greetings from some citizens and a different kind of greeting from others.


    To end on a sad note. We passed Nantes at around 5AM on Sunday morning. My pleas to at least see if the station buffet was open were ignored and I never saw the lovely Ghislaine again.


    I, too, can’t believe it’s 45 years ago. Even worse, I can’t believe I’ve never written this down before. Hail hail.

  11. Paddy Gallagher on

    Evening chappies, off out the Soliel Bar in St Helier to get some more photos with the European Cup, courtesy of Alan Thomson who was guest of honour at our CSC dance last night.. Blantyretim met a good Buddie of yours last night.


    Someone asked on here about a big Dave from the Drum and had I ever bumped into him, we shared a Taxi last night, big gent. Hail Hail

  12. hamiltontim on 26 May, 2012 at 17:24 said:







    There ye go mate.




    Thanks Tim. Can’t get used to all this fame.

  13. Paul67


    It’s also a great day to be the high Heid yin on this website, you and others on here gave brought me many years if enjoyment ( and letting off steam).


    I thank you for that PB.





  14. Barcabhoys post from last night on RTC



    Barcabhoy says:


    26/05/2012 at 2:19 am


    155 2 i


    Rate This


    Adam doesn’t bother me in the slightest. He has absolutely no influence on the outcome of this farce. He can therefore put his view into play any time he likes as far as i’m concerned



    What may be of interest to him, and others, is that the very worst of the offenses committed by Rangers have yet to be properly put into the public domain. In fact they haven’t been put there at all.



    They will be and when they are, they will be beyond belief. In fact I had a problem believing it myself initially. At the point of disclosure I very much look forward to reading Adam’s efforts to put forward the alternative view.It’s not my story so i can’t control the disclosure timescale, but when it comes out it will be nuclear



    Just to make this clear, what has still to come out is worse than illegally registering players, is worse than using VAT and PAYE as cash-flow, is worse than deliberately not paying fellow clubs, is worse than deliberately abusing the EBT system



    its much worse……



    My advice to those who know what they have done……don’t walk away…….run away as fast as you can,preferably to somewhere without an extradition treaty with the UK……because you know what you have done, and you know that its coming out.

  15. Anybody watching the Huddersfield v Sheff Utd Game, coming in every 10 mins for a breather from the rays from that big ball in the sky. In two minds whether Huddersfield going up will push Rhodes price up, anyway 1 min left till penalties.



    No to Newclub




  16. hamiltontim on 24 December, 2011 at 17:27 said:






    hamiltontim on 26 May, 2012 at 17:12 said:






    If nothing else,he’s consistent.

  17. ParkheadcumsalfordwhoisNeilLennonand PaulMcBrideandTrishGodman on 26 May, 2012 at 17:31 said:





    It’s always great to be a Celtic supporter……..




    Full stop :>)

  18. chasbhoy on 26 May, 2012 at 17:26 said:



    Enjoyed that very much, thanks for posting.

  19. But just before I head out the door I sincerely hope that you’re all staying sober enough to cheer on Scotland in the early hours against USA. 1.00am kick off and ESPN I think.



    Car keys, check


    Smartly dressed, check


    Tin hat, securely fastened…

  20. VP



    I like being repetitive.



    I like being repetitive.



    I like being repetitive.

  21. Palacio67 nope not watching it, let me know how it goes.


    Saw a good pic of you’re bro on FB, he’s in some bar in Cumbria soaking up the sun and drinking the pub dry (thumbs up).





  22. Pretty much impossible to keep up with all the posts on CQN these days but so glad i caught the contributions from Gordon, Madra Rua & Chasbhoy.

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