Is it 1 or 12 in a row tomorrow?

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So what’s this, one in a row?  It’s been almost four years since that night in Dundee but when the questions concerning ineligible players are eventually answered, who knows, it could be 12 in a row or more.  We’ll find out soon enough.

The margin of supremacy Celtic have this season means that when the inevitable comes, whether it is two weeks or more after the earliest date the league could be won, the celebrations will not be as acute as they were in 2008 or even in 2001, when we finally knew our long period underfoot was finished, however, this will be recorded as one of the most important season’s in our history.

The methods which were used to combat Celtic’s re-emergence under Martin O’Neill and then Gordon Strachan have been laid bare.  The “crash and burn” predictions that so many of us spent years talking about, while Celtic ‘lost’ trophies but paid their bills have come true.

Tomorrow will be a special day.  Enjoy it.

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  1. roy croppie on 7 April, 2012 at 00:30 said:

     

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    The very fact you thought it means that you are better than that! :-)

     

     

    The Celtic family is about to deliver the first of many welcome additions!

     

     

    HH rc

  2. Moonbeans

     

     

    If it’s not Colin or Steven it’s Kenny. Atleast Leviticus is different.

  3. hamiltomtim

     

     

    will miss you unfortunately kids duties etc but I hope to catch up with some CQN’ers in the next few weeks.

     

    Enjoy the game.

     

    be in the pub at opening though!!

  4. Ulster Celt,

     

     

    Propaganda?

     

    Seriously?

     

    I would need an agenda first.

     

    Please enlighten me as to what that might be?

  5. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    Rieperman

     

     

    gracias con todo mi corazon

     

     

    but its inebriated packets of thinks spewed through a keyboard onto a blog.

     

     

    Doggerel, but its cathartic for me ;)

  6. BMCUW

     

     

    If ye find it…..you’ll definitely be seeing me!!!!! :-))))

     

     

    roy croppie

     

     

    Sadly bus is departing at 10am but I will happily confirm that Bundoran Bhoy is indeed bald and handsome :-))

  7. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    Observing my lovely Roisin, when she was a wean, with sandcastles

     

     

    Let me show you what I’ve made

     

    Let me take you by the hand

     

    Let us look real close and wonder

     

    At this thing of water and sand

     

     

    Let me teach you how to see

     

    What you miss when you grow old

     

    How the water in your hands

     

    Turns to silver and to gold

     

     

    You live in smothering boundaries

     

    There are no roads I know

     

    I walk wherever takes my eye

     

    For freedom is to go

     

     

    Let me show you how to live

     

    With no fear of what will be

     

    With no colour, race, or creed

     

    Come and see what I can see

  8. Rieperman

     

     

    Your agenda? If it wasn’t for those nasty republicans????

     

     

    I’ll paraphrase your post ” the allegation was that the RUC was a Protestant police force for a Protestant people, but when Catholics tried to join they came under threat from their own, go figure”

     

     

    The RUC was over 85% Protestant throughout it’s 80 year history and for over 50 of those years their was virtually no threat. The percentage of Catholics in that discredited force in the years preceding the conflict was approx 10% that reduced to approx 5% during 30years of the confluct

  9. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    HT,

     

     

    this is talent

     

     

    Digging by Seamus Heaney

     

     

    Between my finger and my thumb

     

    The squat pin rest; snug as a gun.

     

     

    Under my window, a clean rasping sound

     

    When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:

     

    My father, digging. I look down

     

     

    Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds

     

    Bends low, comes up twenty years away

     

    Stooping in rhythm through potato drills

     

    Where he was digging.

     

     

    The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

     

    Against the inside knee was levered firmly.

     

    He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

     

    To scatter new potatoes that we picked,

     

    Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

     

     

    By God, the old man could handle a spade.

     

    Just like his old man.

     

     

    My grandfather cut more turf in a day

     

    Than any other man on Toner’s bog.

     

    Once I carried him milk in a bottle

     

    Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up

     

    To drink it, then fell to right away

     

    Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods

     

    Over his shoulder, going down and down

     

    For the good turf. Digging.

     

     

    The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap

     

    Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge

     

    Through living roots awaken in my head.

     

    But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

     

     

    Between my finger and my thumb

     

    The squat pen rests.

     

    I’ll dig with it.

  10. roy c – some amazin imagery there! Estadio take note.

     

     

    Reminds me of Christmas at the Barrowlands. Happy days! :-)

     

     

    HH

  11. i hope that eejit MWD isn’t posting tonight.

     

     

    he makes me want to chuck it.

     

     

    so there.

  12. Chris Morris donkey kicking some eejit in front of the jungle on

    Our Celtic men will move on Ayrshire tomorrow.

     

     

    Young men, with no sorrow in their hearts.

     

     

    Do they they know about the shirt they are wearing?

     

     

    Do they know about our dreams?

     

     

    Charlie knows, I hope Broon knows.

     

     

    We will be giants….

  13. Estadio Nacional 00:33

     

     

    Sammi is the Big Game player.

     

     

    I love Broonie and all his energies but Sammi blows everyone out the water @ Celtic Park for total team player – I have witnessed it when we lost to RC and were losing GS was the only man in that team wanting the BALL.

     

     

    When we get players @ Sammi’s level we really will have to appreciate them.

     

     

    Fraser and Scott are obviously first picks.

     

     

    Sammi is the first name on the team sheet now after the goalie and the Captain IMO.

  14. Amazing at the beginning of this season, the 3 most important players for us where Commons, kayal and izzy

     

    None if those 3 have featured much for various reasons

     

     

    Last time we went to rugby park a certain Mr Stokes pulled our club up from the ground

     

     

    11hrs to kick off, time for breakie

     

    Wish I had some square slice in the fridge

     

    Cheers in Sydney will be rocking tonite :))

     

     

    St

  15. ULSTER-CELT on 7 April, 2012 at 00:46 said:

     

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    What gives?

     

    Day before a title party, everyone in samba/conga mode and negativity rears it’s ugly head. C’mon ffs and get a grip! Did you not read MWD’s post?

     

     

    HH

  16. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    HAMILTOM TIM

     

     

    Ironically,I usually do my fixed odds online,but other plans scuppered that.

     

     

    Ah well,what will be,will be. And the bookies is V-E-R-Y much a local one,with CCTV………

     

     

    FingerstoeneyescrossedCSC

  17. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    That should be toes,plural.

     

     

    I’m deranged,not deformed!

  18. Jimmy Quinn’s Bits – brilliant post, and HT is right:)

     

     

    And Seamus Heaney is just, well, extraordinary.

     

     

    One of my faves:

     

     

    The tightness and the nilness round that space

     

    when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect

     

    its make and number and, as one bends his face

     

     

    towards your window, you catch sight of more

     

    on a hill beyond, eyeing with intent

     

    down cradled guns that hold you under cover

     

     

    and everything is pure interrogation

     

    until a rifle motions and you move

     

    with guarded unconcerned acceleration—

     

     

    a little emptier, a little spent

     

    as always by that quiver in the self,

     

    subjugated, yes, and obedient.

     

     

    So you drive on to the frontier of writing

     

    where it happens again. The guns on tripods;

     

    the sergeant with his on-off mike repeating

     

     

    data about you, waiting for the squawk

     

    of clearance; the marksman training down

     

    out of the sun upon you like a hawk.

     

     

    And suddenly you’re through, arraigned yet freed,

     

    as if you’d passed from behind a waterfall

     

    on the black current of a tarmac road

     

     

    past armor-plated vehicles, out between

     

    the posted soldiers flowing and receding

     

    like tree shadows into the polished windscreen.

  19. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    Before I eave to do some work,best of luck to everyone attending today in God’s county,and to Paul Lawrie in Atlanta.

  20. Vmhan judt back from the most amazing ska band performance……

     

     

    they did do the jelly and ice cream song but different craic :¬)

     

     

    I was thinking about the best way to watch the game and hopefully, if the referee is nuetral,we win the league tomorrow……. I’m gonnae go up the loft and bring down the Jinky flag …… wee Jimmy Johnstone should be part of tomorrows championees party……. what do ye think?

     

    ps fascist need not reply.

     

    V

  21. Chris Morris donkey kicking some eejit in front of the jungle on

    Tony Stokes

     

     

    Lurkin

     

     

    Waiting

     

     

    Watching

     

     

    Cleverer than everyone else, and annoyed by it.

     

     

    Break of the ball, GOAL.

     

     

    Tony the hero again, but annoyed as no one knows why.

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