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We all know Craig Whyte doesn’t get nearly enough credit for the wonderful job he is doing for Scottish football but his cause was not helped by rookie manager, Ally McCoist, who when asked today if Nikica Jelavic asked to leave Rangers said, “No he didn’t, not at all. I have a wonderful relationship with Nikica. He never said that.”

The Rangers manager then passed the buck onto the unfairly beleaguered club owner, telling STV, “We received a bid from Everton which Craig [Whyte] found acceptable. Therefore business was done.”

McCoist refused to take a manager’s responsibility for deciding who leaves the football club.  Craig Whyte made it clear to all concerned yesterday that Nikica Jelavic wanted to leave Rangers and there was no point keeping a player who didn’t want to be there.  Whyte needs the backing of everyone with the best interests of Scottish football at heart, including his manager.  The intrusive scrutiny he has been placed under in recent months will not help him achieve his objectives.

Whyte hasn’t put a foot wrong so far, we should all mind our own business and let him get on with his job. Eye on the prize, Craig.

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  2. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    I’ve now drank to the point where I’m goin to have tae sing… oh yes…. as I say to the wife, brace yerself

     

     

    Enterin the ould farts hit parade at number 53, a wee tune with lyrics from young irelander Thomas Osbourne Davis… you might know another wee song of his – A Nation Once Again. I think his stardom was on the wane by then – too many chicks and mojitos

     

     

    This needs at least a three-part harmony, so I’m looking for somebody on the bass and descant… roll in

     

     

    Cough

     

     

    When all beside a vigil keep,

     

    The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep –

     

    Alas! and well may Erin weep

     

    When Connacht lies in slumber deep.

     

    There lake and plain smile fair and free,

     

    ‘Mid rocks their guardian chivalry.

     

    Sing, Oh ! let man learn liberty

     

    From crashing wind and lashing sea.

     

     

    That chainless wave and lovely land

     

    Freedom and nationhood demand;

     

    Be sure the great God never planned

     

    For slumb’ring slaves a home so grand.

     

    And long a brave and haughty race

     

    Honoured and sentinelled the place.

     

    Sing, Oh! not even their sons’ disgrace

     

    Can quite destroy their glory’s trace.

     

     

    For often, in O’Connor’s van,

     

    To triumph dashed each Connacht clan.

     

    And fleet as deer the Normans ran

     

    Thro’ Corrsliabh Pass and Ardrahan;

     

    And later times saw deeds as brave,

     

    And glory guards Clanricard’s grave,

     

    Sing, Oh! they died their land to save

     

    At Aughrim’s slopes and Shannon’s wave.

     

     

    And if, when all a vigil keep,

     

    The West’s asleep! the West’s asleep!

     

    Alas! and well may Erin weep

     

    That Connacht lies in s1umber deep.

     

    But, hark! a voice like thunder spake,

     

    The West’s awake! the West’s awake!

     

    Sing, Oh! hurrah! let England quake,

     

    We’ll watch till death for Erin’s sake

  3. THE EXILED TIM on

    Torontony

     

     

    I bought a 10 year old Beemer, sheer quality mi hermano, all the papers, less than 100k new turbo etc, 530D estate, and fast as feck, it’s like a new car, only 3k euros, best car I have ever bought, even has the leather, auto so the Mrs can drive without getting flustered.

     

     

    Just remember the straight left bat and 75% and watch your score tumble, on the Epulum myself, again quality vino, the curry is on the cards the morra, she makes a real mean one :>)

     

     

    Time for bed

     

    Take care and god bless

     

    HH

     

    KTF

  5. tommytwiststommyturns on

    ClareIsland67 – you settled in ok mate? Mrs TTTT was asking for you. You ears would have been burning last night, we bumped into Christine A fae Possil that you both used to work with….P was going through all the ones that have moved abroad to Oz, the States, Dubai, etc.

     

     

    Bet you’re missing the weather here…?!

     

     

    HH

     

    TTTT

  7. tarrant on

    for years I hated how boring and unengaging our pre-match and halftime entertainment was (and still is). I suggested this (14odd years ago) to Celtic in a fans workahop klinda thing; went to Buggery Prk the following week to hear it played pre-match. Who woulda expected that to start pumping out? In Ayrshire?? We’re so cultured…

     

     

    ,,.,I got told to sit doon ya fkn faggit – the game hadn’t even started! Offended by my shit dancing I suppose. Us Tims bein that cultural an at.

     

     

    So, shovey bastards from Kilmarnock 14 yrs ago….swallow this…

     

     

    http://youtu.be/awositUJYLM

     

     

    We are people. Not THE people. Just..y’know…people. We care for others like us…people.

  8. The Token Tim on

    brucecassavettes,

     

     

    anyone who reads never mind buys that pile of complete and utter pash deserves to have their haw maws toed!

     

     

    That rag is a disgrace.

     

     

    dont even give them the time to comment on.

     

     

    HAIL! HAIL!

     

    Token

  10. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    I have to splain that I wouldn’t, of course, die for Erin – or any other country’s – sake.

     

     

    I can still sing the song tho?

     

     

    Wouldn’t want to be hit by anybody’s rhythm stick either

  12. jtsTICks on

    Good Morning all,

     

     

    Paul67 good morning and thanks for those wise words. ”The intrusive scrutiny he has been placed under in recent months will not help him achieve his objectives”! I could not agree more especially as I am led to understand that his ‘life’ objectives are to help support; hospitals, schools, essential services and the general well-being of the UK economy! The man is a Diamond!

     

     

    TAL – Everybody join in! :o)

     

     

    sTICks

  13. Saint Stivs on

    Estadio Nacional says:

     

    4 February, 2012 at 00:03

     

     

    AND GOOD TO SEE YOU BACK

     

     

    EST_DIO NAC_ONAL

  14. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    ClareIsland67 says:

     

    4 February, 2012 at 00:20

     

    I have just recently moved to Sydney and I am thinking of subscribing to Setanta to watch the Celtic games that they show. Will be viewing online on my laptop or iPad. Can any of you advise how good the service is? Thanks HH

     

     

    Wecome to paradise.( small p)

     

    I view Setanta through Foxtel for ~$ 15 per month.Also allows me to record games when the hour is ungodly,particularly early Monday morn.

     

    Service is excellent,however in recent months fewer Celtic games have been shown.

     

     

    Check also Sydney City C.S.C.( Cheers Bar) where you can watch the game with like minded Tims.

     

    Harbour cruise coming up fairly soon.

     

     

    Hail Hail

  15. petec on

    The Singing Detective says:

     

    4 February, 2012 at 00:36

     

     

    “Firefox doesn’t know how to open this address, because the protocol (rtsp) isn’t associated with any program.” :(

     

     

    I’ll have to use Internet explorer probably then, incidentally do you have a very old web browser?

  16. Saint Stivs on

    jtsTICks says:

     

    4 February, 2012 at 00:37

     

     

    TAL

     

     

    tims are laughing right enoug.

     

     

    but surely your worst vid joe pick ever.

     

     

    catch youself on

     

     

    keep it liy

     

     

    whit you all about.

     

     

    ;-)

  19. hen1rik on

    brucecassavetes says:

     

    3 February, 2012 at 23:21

     

     

    Yes agreed matey, the quicker they die the better.

     

     

    Sorry i took so long to reply, blame the PS3 lol.

  20. brucecassavetes on

    TTT

     

    4 February, 2012 at 00:35

     

     

    No danger! Would never buy it – brought to my attention elsewhere.

     

     

    A tabloid just proving the theory that they cannot alienate the true core of their readership.

  22. petec on

    The Singing Detective

     

     

    Internet Explorer is not allowing your you tubes to be played either. It is bringing up the link but I can’t access it. I’m on 64bit Windows 7 and wondering if you are on a very old browser and are forcing you to upgrade. :/

  23. jtsTICks on

    St Stivs and JQB’s

     

     

    I did not watch the vid but just liked the title of the song! I have just sacked my researcher!

     

     

    Anyway I am sure this will have been posted and is doing the rounds on mobile phones – but it made me smile;

     

     

    For those who have not yet enjoyed,

     

     

    Everyone singalong?

     

     

    sTICks

  24. Saint Stivs on

    Mullet and Co says:

     

    3 February, 2012 at 23:58

     

    tommytwiststommyturns, I am from the Port. I only live in Goorock.

     

     

     

    ———————-

     

     

    allright bud.

     

     

    so all Port onions on here, special interest for me , as a custodian , name , rank and serial number, tattoos and lenght of sentence will suffice.

  26. The Singing Detective on

    Petec….you’re correct/old browser/the service provider has been pestering me to upgrade to new version…will sort it tomorrow . ;-).

     

     

    Goodnight All.

  29. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    I like postin poetry, in my drunker moods – appreciate its not to everybody’s taste, so scroll by if

     

     

    Darkies

     

    by John Lindley

     

     

    I’m the savage in the jungle

     

    and the busboy in the town.

     

    I’m the one who jumps the highest

     

    when the Boss man comes around.

     

     

    I’m the maid who wields the wooden broom.

     

    I’m the black boot polish cheeks.

     

    I’m the big fat Lawdy Mama

     

    who always laughs before she speaks.

     

     

    I’m the plaintive sound of spirituals

     

    on the mighty Mississip’.

     

    I’m the porter in the club car

     

    touching forelock for a tip.

     

     

    I’m the bent, white-whiskered ol’ Black Joe

     

    with the stick and staggered walk.

     

    I’m the barefoot boy in dungarees

     

    with a stammer in my talk.

     

     

    I’m the storytelling Mr. Bones

     

    with a jangling tambourine.

     

    I’m the North’s excuse for novelty

     

    and the South’s deleted scene.

     

     

    I’m the one who takes his lunch break

     

    with the extras and the grips.

     

    I’m the funny liquorice coils of hair

     

    and the funny looking lips.

     

     

    I’m the white wide eyes and pearly teeth.

     

    I’m the jet black skin that shines.

     

    I’m the soft-shoe shuffling Uncle Tom

     

    for your nickels and your dimes.

     

     

    I’m the Alabami Mammy

     

    for a state I’ve never seen.

     

    I’m the bona fide Minstrel Man

     

    whose blackface won’t wash clean.

     

     

    I’m the banjo playing Sambo

     

    with a fixed and manic grin.

     

    I’m the South’s defiant answer

     

    that the Yankees didn’t win.

     

     

    I’m the inconvenient nigrah

     

    that no one can let go.

     

    I’m the cutesy picaninny

     

    with my hair tied up in bows.

     

     

    I’m the funny little shoeshine boy.

     

    I’m the convict on the run;

     

    the nigger in the woodpile

     

    when the cotton pickin’s done.

     

     

    I’m a blacklist in Kentucky.

     

    I’m the night when hound dogs bay.

     

    I’m the cut-price, easy light relief

     

    growing darker by the day.

     

     

    I’m the “yessir, Massa, right away”

     

    that the audience so enjoys.

     

    I’m the full-grown man of twenty-five

     

    but still they call me ‘boy’.

     

     

    For I’m the myth in Griffith’s movie.

     

    I’m the steamboat whistle’s cry.

     

    I’m the dust of dead plantations

     

    and the proof of Lincoln’s lie.

     

     

    I’m the skin upon the leg iron.

     

    I’m the blood upon the club.

     

    I’m the deep black stain you can’t erase

     

    no matter how you scrub.

  30. Stringer Bell on

    Lenny’s answer to a simple question today will be replayed and repeated. Thousand times over.

     

     

    It could define the events we are going through from our perspective. Not many would have given that answer.

     

     

    The back pages will scream tomorrow I guess.

     

     

    We don’t need a strong rangers. God bless you wee man.

     

     

    Time for bed said zebedee.

  32. son of VanShugsidonk on

    Lets Do This FTButcher

     

     

    ————-forster—————

     

     

    ChaD Rogna Mull Izzee

     

     

    Forrest Broonie VW JosephL

     

     

    Hoopr Stoked

  34. Saint Stivs on

    Vmhan Supporting Lenny! says:

     

    3 February, 2012 at 23:36

     

    The Token Tim says:

     

    3 February, 2012 at 23:23

     

    T4/Vmhan,

     

     

    genuine question: do the huns who live there, pronounce it Gren or Green-ock?????????

     

     

    HAIL! HAIL!

     

    Token

     

    …………….

     

    They just dae whit they’re telt in case we get the Port SF’ers onto them :>)

     

    V

     

     

    ==============================

     

     

    YPSR.

     

     

    from meself and maybe Palacio67.

  35. petec on

    macjay1 for Neil Lennon says:

     

    4 February, 2012 at 00:27

     

     

    “Bob Kelly was fighting old battles which may have been justified in their time but had failed to recognise that the club’s support base had become educated and that under Stein it had attracted many admirers from a broad base of Scottish society.”

     

     

    I have heard from quite a few people who supported other clubs (most likely Protestant as well) who went to watch Jocks Celtic (always in European games), purely because they played football and entertained, these are magical comments especially in the context of where we have been led to by the Souness era.

     

     

    Jock was a Legend beyond all in Football. People slag Alex Ferguson, I know he has faults etc but he did know that Rangers were to be avoided at all costs. Fergie has always put his sides out to try and play football whilst he has been at Man U and that has my respect.

  36. JimmyQuinnsBits on

    I Rise

     

    Maya Angelou

     

     

    You may write me down in history

     

    With your bitter, twisted lies,

     

    You may trod me in the very dirt

     

    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

     

     

    Does my sassiness upset you?

     

    Why are you beset with gloom?

     

    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

     

    Pumping in my living room.

     

     

    Just like moons and like suns,

     

    With the certainty of tides,

     

    Just like hopes springing high,

     

    Still I’ll rise.

     

     

    Did you want to see me broken?

     

    Bowed head and lowered eyes?

     

    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

     

    Weakened by my soulful cries.

     

     

    Does my haughtiness offend you?

     

    Don’t you take it awful hard

     

    ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

     

    Diggin’ in my own back yard.

     

     

    You may shoot me with your words,

     

    You may cut me with your eyes,

     

    You may kill me with your hatefulness,

     

    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

     

     

    Does my sexiness upset you?

     

    Does it come as a surprise

     

    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

     

    At the meeting of my thighs?

     

     

    Out of the huts of history’s shame

     

    I rise

     

    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

     

    I rise

     

    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

     

    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

     

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

     

    I rise

     

    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

     

    I rise

     

    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

     

    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

     

    I rise

     

    I rise

     

    I rise.

  38. jtsTICks on

    JimmyQuinnsBits says:

     

    4 February, 2012 at 00:56

     

     

    I enjoyed that however at this time of year my poetic juices turn towards our famous Bard or some attempts to emulate his great work like this one! As you said, ‘appreciate its not to everybody’s taste, so scroll by if…….?’

     

     

    So for Bhoys those heading North in the early morning I give you;

     

     

    ‘The Ode to the Sheep’

     

     

    ‘Oh Woolly rascal on the hillside,

     

    Yer Mutton fills oor Bellies,

     

    But you know ah luv ye,

     

    A’l no eat ye,

     

    I just want yer back feet doon ma wellies?’

     

     

    Coat on :O)

     

     

    sTICks

  41. petec on

    The Singing Detective

     

     

    NOOOOO

     

     

    Don’t do it, all it has is stupid commercials and you will want to do me in after a few weeks. :))

     

     

    I’m off to go the long way and input your titles into the tube and review them. ;)

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