Following on from our discussion yesterday about adopting one or two of the techniques the enormously successful GB Olympic cycling team there are other areas where a technical advantage can be sought.
Football is awash with metrics these days. Clubs know things about their players they never even wondered about 10 years ago, leading to more informed decisions. It is probably no exaggeration to suggest that a club like Celtic will have some information on thousands of players. At the top level, much of this information will be fresh in the minds of coaches and scouts, and will easily be recorded on a database, but scouting permeates through youth football. Acquiring and assimilating information on the many hundreds of players on view each month is an information challenge.
The US sports were early to get on top of this problem. SportsBoard is a iPad-based data capture and management app which enables coaches and scouts to record information on players (their own players and others) as they watch the game. Data is uploaded from the iPad to a cloud-based database. Information and comment on each player or opposing team can then easily be analysed.
The alternative would be to scour through unstructured notes without any way of controlling the up-flow of information.
The app has also been used to provide instant metrics to first team squads. Players can get home from training, login and see how their performance was rated that day, allowing them to adjust their own target for the next session. I spoke to the designer, Gregg Jacobs, who has received a ton of media coverage in the US over the last two years. He told me this was about providing “more meaningful feedback”. Take a look at the Assessment and Contact Management features, which has screenshots of the ‘soccer’ app.
So this week we’ve covered orthopaedic pillows on tour and leg heaters from the GB cycling team, as well as a scouting management and instant metrics system from US sports, all low-cost and designed to reduce risk and improve performance.
Should we do it?
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Rascar,aye the only thing harder than walking up hill 60 was going
down it in wet weather when you are playing the gully, at one point i used to play
hill 60 by chipping over the burn and playing my second shot up the hill
was a lot easier than taking a few hacks if you got stuck halfway up
Cheers,fellas.
Offski,cot,before my Mum kills me.
The pleasure of being on here pales into insignificance beside the pleasure of being back home for a couple of weeks.
Which ain’t bad,cos you fellas are defo a pleasure……..
Enjoy yourself BMCUW.
BMCUW,cheers pal will i will let you know how we get on
BOBBY MURDOCH’S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS
01:42 on 22 January, 2013
Thank you very much for your kind words! I’m glad you cannot see me blushing from where you are sat.
I have been an avid reader for many years and miss reading Kano at his strongly opinionated best, to Pablophanque’s great choice in music.
I even remember well, being logged on the night our ol’ pal Kojo accidently logged on as his wee dug Collie but posted as his good self. (that made me giggle)
Best blog site in the world, which is only made possible by the level of contributors on here, and of course the messiah, Paul67.
Anyway, I have dipped the proverbial toe in now and have to say it felt liberating so expect to hear from me again.
Skål
Gordy
I did exactly the same thing when I was too wee for the adult clubs I was using.
We just made it up as we went along.
I used a three wood to get over the burn at the Wee Drap, didn’t usually work.
As an adult it was a hardly hit wedge.
“Just knock it off the hill” I would whisper to myself.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
………………………………………….
Or to put it another way:
Neil Lennon – “Peter, thats it then, I’ve just put the huns oota the gem”.
Peter Lawwell – “”Aye Neil, ye have that laddie”.
Ntassoolla
01:59 on 22 January, 2013
Cheers again, I’ve posted more tonight than I thought I ever would so slowly getting used to it.
I won’t make any jokes at your expense so soon into my rise from lurker to poster but your comment about your “dense” posts are duly noted for when i feel more comfortable :)
I’ve read Trainspotting and Porno so Skagboys is also on the to do list, let me know what you make of it.
It’s past 3:15am here in the land of the Vikings so i’ll bid you a good night and of course,
HAIL HAIL
Skål
Ntassoolla, I’ll email you BMCUWP’s details in the morning. You two will get on like a hun on fire.
Good to see you back bro.
Oops………………..house, not hun. Slip of the fingers there.
“Long time the manxome foe he sought ”
I recently had two 16 year old Swedish girls stay with me.
On my suggestion we visited The Imperial War Museum.
When asked what wars it dealt with I informed “Just the ones involving Britain in the last three hundred years.”
I then rather churlishly added “Of course you guys having ducked all fighting for two hundred years would know nothing of such things.”
“Yes. That’s true Ntassoolla” said one of them. “But there was a period when we were quite active in that sphere” quothe she. “And we made one or two successful visits to Scotland.”
Ouch. Never underestimate.
Skal. I’m pretty thick skinned. Make all the jokes you want at my expense. It may take the serious me a wee while to get it.
That comment by the Swedish girl reduced me to tears of laughter.
A hun on fire? Ceiler. The age old question. Does shit burn?
Ntassoolla
02:40 on
22 January, 2013
She was right.
Edinburgh named after Odin and Dunedin in it`s turn.
Buona sera bhoys.
A wee bit of spotify and then beddy byes bhoys.
Good to hear from you oota.
If this snow doesn’t stop theres a real and present danger that I might not get to the game tomorrow.
If any of my moonhowler buddies have access to a snow plough please get P67 to give you my postcode and get yourself up here pronto in the morning to clear a path for me.
Life of Pi (3D):
actually ducked in the flying fish scene….it’s that good.
>>>
bmcuwp:
Ta….but I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere in the foreseeable future…health taken a nosedive. Just glad that I got to witness the Barça game @ Parkhead. Without doubt, the best game I’ve ever been to in my life, and the crowd was absolutely incredible. Indelible.
Anyway…..
… Thank Beveridge for The NHS…..it’s being blindingly good to me.
I despise this so called ‘government’ for what it’s trying to do to it.
HH.
Like all other cities, the story of the origin of Edinburgh, the ancient capital of the Kingdom of Scotland, is a web of fact and fancy closely interwoven. The history of the city stretches so far back into the mists of antiquity as almost to elude the most patient research, and the double destruction of the national records, first under Edward I, and again under Cromwell, leaves much dependent on vague and uncertain tradition.
As to the origin of the name “Edinburgh,” historians differ. The prenomen is a very common one in Scotland, and is always descriptive of a slope. Thus, near Lochearn-head, is the shoulder of a hill called Edin-a-chip, “the slope of the repulse,” so named from some encounter with the Romans. It was a favoured theory of Sir Walter Scott that Edinburgh was the Dinas Eiddyn the slaughter of whose people in the sixth century is lamented by Aneurin, a bard of the Ottadeni. In the “Myrvian or Cambrian Archaeology” mention is made of Caer-Eiddyn, or the fort of Edin, which was the stronghold of a famous chief, Myndoc, who led the Celtic Britons in the deadly battle with the Saxons tinder Ida, the Flame-bearer. This was fought in the year 510, at Catraeth, in Lothian, where the flower of the Ottadeni were left upon the field; and this is believed to be the burgh afterward named after Edwin.
The disquisitions of antiquarians regarding the origin and etymology of Edinburgh are extremely interesting, and there is great temptation to linger over them. The most plausible conclusion, however, is that the name comes from Edwin of Deira, the first Christian King of Northumberland, who after his victory over Aethelfrith of Bernicia, A. D. 626, fortified the Castle Rock as his northern outpost, calling it Edwin’s Burgh; ” burgh ” being synonymous with castle or town.
The early history of Edinburgh is embraced in that of the Castle and Abbey. Under the protection of the fortress the rude huts of the early dwellers clustered, and advanced cautiously down along the rocky ridge of the town. Later, in the security and affluence of a more peaceful era, rose the consecrated walls of Holyrood, which became the centre of wealth and learning to the semi-barbarous Saxons of the fertile Lowlands.
Watkeys, Frederick William. Old Edinburgh; being an account of the ancient capital of the Kingdom of Scotland, including its streets, houses, notable inhabitants, and customs in the olden time. Published in 1908, at Boston, by L.C. Page & Company
“Gary does not want to sign what has been offered as it’s not on a par with the club’s highest earners.” There’s that European ambition I was telling you about. However, all you CQN meisters go forth and apologize for the bored.
“Aye he’ll no be worth so much in the summer”
“better 5m noo than 3m later”
“Another striker worth their Tim weight in gold will pop up. Always does”
“Lenny knows whit he’s daein”
Let me explain our Scottish legacy in the easiest way possible …seasy peasy
As you know goats or cloven hoofed ones( Huns or colloqually esteemed as hunnery) have also been known through the centuries as the Baphomet.
Baphomet (bampots in the home counties) appeared in the essay by the Viennese Orientalist and devout catholic Joseph Freiherr von Hammer-Purgstall-itchyarsais, Mysterium Baphometis revelatum as The Mystery of Baphomet Revealed,which presented an elaborate pseudohistory constructed to discredit the Masonic bastars by linking them with “Templar masons”. He argued, using as archaeological evidence “Baphomets” faked by earlier scholars and literary evidence such as the Grail romances and other movies, that the Templars were Gnostics and the ‘Templars’ head’ was a Gnostic idol called Baphomet. In the 19th century some European museums acquired such pseudo-Egyptian objects such as oohaahPaulMcGraths, which were catalogued as “Baphomets” and credulously thought to have been idols of the Templars. Some modern scholars such as Peter Paul and Mary and Malcolm Barber agree that the name of Baphomet was an Old French corruption of the name Muhammad, with the interpretation being that some of the Templars, through their long military occupation of the Outremer Ibrox, had begun incorporating Islamic ideas into their belief system, and that this was seen and documented by the Inquisitors as heresy.
Peter Paul and Mary’s 1987 book (Puff the Magic Dragon) The Knights Templar and their Myth says, “In the trial of the Templars one of their main charges was their supposed worship of a heathen idol-head known as a ‘Wullie Baphomet’ (‘Baphomet’ = Mahomet).” Partner’s book also provides a quote from a poem written in a Provençal dialect by a troubadour who is thought to have been a Time Bandit.
The poem is in reference to some battles in 1265 that were not going well for the Crusaders:
“And daily they impose new defeats on us: for God, who used to watch with mother on our behalf, is now asleep, and Bampotmen puts forth his power to support the murray on the Moon beams.”
As a result descendants of the 1690 FOXp2 mutant gene attend Ibrox as often as possible andshare such diatribe with one another on the assumption that the language of communication is in fact English.
I had looked at a couple of clips of Sir Stanley Unwin following the Lewis Carrol nonsense.
This is what tittilated my humour gland. Inspired by Maggie to post it.
http://youtu.be/6RRv35Ig2mg
Stanley Unwin – Goldiloppers And The Three Bearloders
Now, once a-polly tito. You may think that doesn’t sound quite right. But believe me, once a-polly tito it is, and in this case it was Goldyloppers.
Goldyloppers trittly-how in the early mordy, and she falolloped down the steps. Oh unfortunade for crackening of the eggers and the sheebs and the buttery full-falollop and graze the knee-clappers. So she had a vaselubrious, rub it on and a quick healy huff and that was that. So off she went, and
she went trittly-how down the garbage path, and at the left right-hand-side goal she passed a [sniff] poo-pom, it was hillows a humus heapy in the garbage! But never mind. Erm… she lost her wail.
Now this is a sadness, dear childers, because in the slight misty haze which all forry, let me tell you, in the ephemeral forry there’s always a fairy control where the misty risey huff there, and so she was completely lost it. Oh folly, folly. There was a cotty; so she went up, all ready with the basket and picked up the butter and all that with a little bit of birch she scrape it off and rub it and down her clothesee. Mum would be cross but… never mind. Clop clop on the door. This little cotty had a jar on the door, so she went in. Nobody there. Three baseload of porry on the tabloid, all slightly steamy huff, and nobody at. She called out: [as though down a cardboard tube] “Anyone home?” Nobody. Folly, folly, and a little hunger was with her, so she falolloped a taste out of the first basel.This was the large baseload and too oversalty for the flabe p’t’t’t spitty-how. Oh dear! Now the middload was a middle flabe which was not too oversalt and a sugar flabe on her saliva glam and it wasn’t course quite satisfactual; so she did a tasty most in the little baseload there, and it was a joy. And oh [gulp] (pardlo!) as she stuffled it down! Oho dear! Now this was great, but there was also a little tiredness in the Goldyloppers and she sat on a three-lebber stool and — tock falolloper! — all the lebbers floating across the corm, sat on her bocus there, bruisey most.Well, still there was no one around, so she went brrrrrr tock up the stairloaders. And she found a
large bedding, not a caypack that eiderdown but stuffled with feathers, but here and there a stalk, as you know is a big feathersy eaglode and it stuckening in her back; and it was most uncomfortipold. So she saw the cotty, and in this cot she did lay down: [snore, zzzzz] deep sleevers under the eiderdobe. Well, while she was this thus sleepy and a deep dream of peaks, then up came the bears into the cotty. Now the fatherbold bear looking around and say: “Who’s been tasting and suffling my porry? Ho ho, dear!” And then the mother bear look it in her baseload of porry and said: [tube voice
again] “Who been tasting my porry? Oohhhh, a bedder pinger!” So the small bear came and said: “Who touches my baseload and falolloping all down, mum! Huh-ha-ho dear, look it and empty and not
scratching on the bottom!” And there was a general consternail uproar and complaint about the three-lebbed stool bear, all the bits and floaty, and so they had a looking it around the houseloader. [Brrrrrr tock] Big bear, [higher pitch: brrrrrr tock] middle bear, [higher still: brrrrrr ss’t’t] they all went up the stairloaders, and soon there was a dent discovery in mum and dad’s bedling
when the dirty footmark of where she did her trottly over-and-how and then into the cops’t’k. And the little bear said: “Oh lookadee, mum! There’s a lying of some Goldyloppers!” But at this mode, she jumped up in the middle of her deep dream and sleep peacey, [snore, whistle] out of the windload, slide it and huffalo-dowder the drainpikers, and through the forry fast awail!
And they all looked such consternail through the windload, they hadn’t time to say: “You naughty girlage!” Huh-huh-huh-huh
http://www.surnamedb.com/Surname/Burg
Says `burg is Viking.
Reasonable to suggest that Edin is also Viking.
The Herald
Is Johan covering his tracks?
Johan Mjallby, the Celtic assistant manager, confirmed there had been no fresh bids for Hooper and that none would be welcomed. “We are desperate for Gary to stay,” he said.
Surely even if we dont sell hoops now we could afford to bring jn johnny russell ?
Bita extra firepower and a young hungry striker at thos stage of season could help us.
Is this the end of UEFA rules on FFP
http://bit.ly/10A8iRe
proudbhoy,
What about the Amarican boy, I thought we were in for him, or is the rumoured £3M too rich for us.
A few on here last week claimed Rogic and the American were top of their respective position lists, two first picks will do, best not get greedy
http://uptownmagazine.com/files/2012/11/obama-meme-allow-me-to-reintroduce-myself.jpg
Forgot the sound track…..
Mister President.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qE66txjCJYM
Edinburgh? Glasgow? Scotland? (And if you know the history…)
Great book written by a Canadfian btw…
http://www.amazon.com/How-Scots-Invented-Modern-World/dp/0609809997
Roll on that Good Night….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96d_CzrfxsM
Morning Celts
Jobo it’s -2°C down here but dry.
Edin is that naw a Celtic name?
V
I’d be pretty annoyed if Hooper left now ……. We’re trying to get to progress in the CL and any new player/ replacement would need time to bed in, madness.
V
Good morning CQN.. Time to get up for work. Looking forward to the game tonight, think ill try the 10denier tonight as sat was bloody ball numbing.
Spam chits for lunch
HH
Good morning friends from East Kilbride, a town that has finally decided to conform and has accepted about an inch of snow overnight. Brrrr…it’s going to be a wee bit chilly at the game tonight!
Morning jobo. A full stadium huddle should warm us up tonight. kirkhill has some snow this morning as well but lower cambuslang snow free.
now heading to work in edinburgh….anyone out there know whats its like through there today?
Wind and rain in Bonnybridge. Miserable!
neil canamalar lennon hunskelper extrordinaire
05:24 on 22 January, 2013
proudbhoy,
What about the Amarican boy, I thought we were in for him, or is the rumoured £3M too rich for us.
A few on here last week claimed Rogic and the American were top of their respective position lists, two first picks will do, best not get greedy
—–
Not sure , that seems to have gone quiet.
Never heard any other teams mentioned in for him.
Good morning CQNers,
My tuppence worth on Hooper…..We need to keep Hooper for the remainder of the season as we haven’t enough strength in depth to cover his loss. Hooper’s stated aim of playing in England to put himself in the window for selection for the national team can wait 5 months.
What better shop window will Hooper between now and June than at least 2 games in a Champion’s League quarter final?
My guess is he’ll stay until the summer as it’ll be a win-win situation for both parties.
Hooper is replaceable ..
I’m more worried about the admiration being shone at big Fraser !
Seriously
A big good morning from sultry Sandyhills. Bedroom, toilet then kitchen. That’s the commute over.
Enjoy yer day chaps
P
There is no way Hooper even wants to leave now.
He will leave in the summer. No doubt about that.