McGregor, no better finisher in Scottish football

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Very grateful to whoever at the BBC researched that Celtic are the third team in European football history to achieve the Double Treble, after The New Saints (TNS) and Paris Saint-Germain (PSG).  This level of brilliance it exceptional by any standards.

Despite the levels of dominance TNS and PSG enjoy in their domestic leagues, neither were able to complete a Treble Treble; only Celtic can do that now.

The Scottish Cup Final was an exercise in game management by Brendan Rodgers.  His team took a two goal lead and set about making sure Motherwell would be unable to lay a glove on them.

The strongest weaker foot in the game

Among the remarkable performances on the day, special mention has to go to Callum McGregor.  Yet again he scored on the big stage, yet again with his supposed weaker foot, yet again the crucial first goal.  His game intelligence bought him the space to attack when the ball was headed out of the Motherwell penalty area.  The shot, hit on the drop-volley, was controlled and crisp.

I doubt there is a better finisher in Scottish football.

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  1. !!Bada Bing!! on

    The Hoops have today started digging up the Parkhead turf as the club gets set to complete the installation of their new super-pitch.

     

     

    Celts hope to have the new £1.5million hybrid surface ready for the start of the new campaign – a year after originally putting the foundations in place.

  2. I’ve read a couple of comments on different blogs that McLeish swore on air on Saturday. If true can anyone tell me if it was before or after the match or during the half time break. I’ve recorded the BBC coverage.

  3. BSR

     

     

    ‘Course he’s better lookin’, otherwise why would he have a giant portrait of himself in the living room?

     

     

    ‘Brendan’, ‘ O’Neil’ (sic)……..We got our own Naesurname noo?

     

     

    Brendan has done less in Europe than Martin, doesn’t cook paella a la Sevillana half as well, finishing 6th in the EPL 3 years on the trot with Aston Villa beats one bottled second with the Scousers!

     

     

    I’ll keep the miracle 3 (yeah, that’s right, lady, THIRTY) 6 point turnaround out of it. Oops!

     

     

    Oh, and you’ll get no Illeism from ole Martin either!

     

     

    Beatbhoy is about to post this.

  4. FIELDOFDRAMS on 21ST MAY 2018 12:35 PM

     

    If this season has taught us anything, surely it is that our throw-ins still need work. Trophies are all very well, but you need to get the basics right. Brendan please note.

     

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    Is this satire? If not, you really should change your moniker to Cassandra (Prophet of DOOOOM). Mind you, I’ve seen worse. A friend of mine puts each of our few defeats down to lethargic ball boys.

  5. BOURNESOUPRECIPE on 21ST MAY 2018 3:30 PM

     

     

    Auldheid ala Michael Caine @ 2.04

     

     

    ” I didn’t – very impressive linkage.

     

     

    I should have known you were a Star Wars kinda guy? – ever since you’ve been

     

     

    battling with Flash Gordon v Ming the Merciless, the Darkside and the SFA.”

     

     

    HH

     

     

    *****

     

     

    That’s why he’ll never Ewok alone.

     

     

    Beatbhoy is getting his coat now.

  6. Beatbhoy

     

     

    St Brendan is a better painter than St Martin, he can paint a whole apartment in one afternoon

     

    ( two coats ). He tells funnier jokes, doesn’t need glasses and never breaks wind in public, not even once

     

    never ever.

     

     

    Mel Brooks CSC

  7. BSR

     

     

    Having sat in the row behind the dugout at a few games back in the early 2000s, I’ll concede on the farting.

  8. GreeninbingleyinOslo on

    Bada Bing

     

     

    Hope the new pitch is bedded in for the start of the CL qualifiers – it’s a tough enough ask as it is.

  9. thomthethim for Oscar OK on

    Auldheid,

     

     

    I was all set to go to the 7-1 game. Ticket organised,etc.

     

    Then I heard that a few of our Guild team were also going, leaving us short of players. I felt bad about letting the lad who looked after the team down, so, as captain, I decided to play.

     

     

    After the game, we got beat 13-0, we went into an Italian café on Keppochill Rd, excitedly telling the owner that Celtic had won 7-1.

     

     

    He chased us out of the shop, thinking we were lying.

  10. There were lots of pleasing moments from the game at the weekend, but one of the most satisfying was watching the linesman fall over

  11. thomthethim

     

     

    I’ve a friend that tells a brilliant 7-1 story about his Rainjurz pal he met coming off the train

     

    in Cambuslang appparently the poor guy left early and greeted my mate with ‘ Celtic will never

     

    ever beat Rainjurz 6-1 again ‘

     

     

    Its the way he tells it CSC

  12. FAVOURITE UNCLE on

    THOMTHETHIM FOR OSCAR OK on 21ST MAY 2018 4:00 PM

     

     

    st catherine’s balornock.i told you before my brother PATRICK was the captain.you must be 77 years old.

  13. I have a pal who when he finds himself in the company of bluenoses always manages to get a reference to the League Cup Final of 1957.

     

     

    He talks about “8-1” still being a record score in a UK Cup Final.

     

     

    They can’t not correct him and he just loves to hear huns say “7-1”

     

    Every now and again he actually gets a “It was only 7” response.

  14. Matt Stewart on

    In 2003 on my return from Seville I wrote some pathetically romantic tosh and even more ridiculously poor doggerel about Celtic, Lisbon and Seville…..it was probably then that anyone happening to read it would have concluded that I was deranged and unsaveable.

     

     

    If you give a toss about the mental state of a hopelessly deluded romanticised Celtic fan then hit the link below…at your peril – did you know that Peril’s a singer? (I recommend you have a box of tissues handy. Laughter and derision are definitely as close as two cups in a bra….wait a mo. What’s that noise? Oh it’s Nurse Ratched banging loudly on the door……but I will not let her out)

     

     

    http://alturl.com/bzqix

     

     

    Hail hail

     

     

    Matt

  15. whitedoghunch on

    Auldheid

     

    I saw some fotos of Bob De Niro in Barcelona of recent then stumbled upon a Nobu in Marbella

     

    worth a visit if you fancy very good local, seasonal ingredient led Japanese food

     

    BTW Harrison Ford crossed my path in Barcelona Gothic many years ago with a number of other hollywood A listers my girl recognised, mental security.

     

    Incidentally we ate at a far better restaurant than them that evening.

  16. Rock Tree Bhoy on

    Think MON is well out of touch with the Celtic Supporters thoughts on Sevco, We Do Not Need or Want a Strong Sevco, on the contrary, We Would Like to See Them Dead and Buried, wake up and smell the coffee Martin.

  17. glendalystonsils on

    ROCK TREE BHOY on 21ST MAY 2018 4:40 PM

     

     

    I am with you on that. However I would be happy to see a much stronger Hibs and Aberdeen , if it meant we would be pushed to be even stronger ourselves. Oh, and a completely dead, never to appear again in any guise Sevco/Rangers/Newco etc.

     

     

    In any case, Brendan intends improving the team year on year regardless of what others do.

  18. 39 Years ago today was the famous 4-2 game. This was an article I wrote for the CQN Magazine a few years ago. Still love re-living it. Since writing it I met big Roy at the Hydro Lisbon night and was able to shake his hand and tell him how much he gave for the club that night.

     

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    The best and most memorable Celtic game I’ve attended, and unless you were at the “7-1” or Lisbon, the “4-2” has to be your all-time best Celtic game, surely!

     

     

    At the time, I was going to the games with my mates on the Edinburgh & District bus, despite my Dad, Uncles and brother going separately by car. Cost me more, but at that age (18) there was something magical about going to Celtic games by bus with your pals.

     

     

    The bus would leave Midlothian (Bonnyrigg/Gorebridge) and pick up at a couple of points in the town. Most of the town guys like myself would get on at Ryrie’s Bar, Haymarket. I remember the actual bus itself because it was green, with the bus company name “Lintons” emblazoned across it.

     

     

    Anyway, there was a bit of hassle between the club committee and Lintons – don’t know details – but without forewarning, the bus just did not turn up that night of all nights. No mobile phones, so no message saying the bus was a no-show…we waited and waited….most guys hopped on to other buses that were turning up late (there must’ve been around 7 or 8 Celtic buses that picked up at Haymarket in those days). Stupidly we waited too long and eventually had to get the 7pm train from Haymarket, getting into Queen Street at 7.45pm (the game kicked off at 7.30pm). Jumped in a taxi. No way of knowing the score (the game was not on the radio) and we got into the Jungle just after 8pm to find out that we were 1-0 down, and just as wee Johnny (God rest him) was getting sent off for booting Macdonald. It was demoralising.

     

     

    Down 1-0 at HT, and I had a sudden yearning to see my family. My Dad & Uncles always stood near the back of the Celtic End, the right hand side looking down. I left my mates and made my way there for the 2nd half, totally devastated.

     

     

    If there’s been a better 2nd 45 minutes watching Celtic, then I have not seen it. It was, and is, the stuff of legend. It was Roy Aitken’s finest hour in a Celtic jersey. He would never – could never – better this display, and he was only about 2 years older than me at the time – about 20. He drove us and we willed that ball into the Celtic End net below us. The level of euphoria, when we went 2-1 up, then utter dejection when Russell equalised was palpable. When we made it 2-1 I was hugging my Dad and we both fell on the ground, suffering a bit of trampling, but ecstatic. The sickening micro second of silence after their equalizer and before the roar from the Rangers End was unbearable.

     

     

    Thank God for big Colin who then popped up with an OG, but we celebrated it a bit different from Chicken George’s goal that had made it 2-1….we half expected another equalizer.

     

     

    I can still see Murdo’s winner, screaming into the net. I would give anything to see – not the actual goal again – but the thing that TV companies do nowadays, when they have cameras permanently trained on fans, and then show their reaction to a goal. I would love to see the ecstatic, euphoric, joy on the faces of the Celtic support for the second or 2 it took to sink in that We Were Champions, and that we had beaten the other mob, coming from behind, and with only 10 men, to do so. It was beautiful.

     

     

    My Dad always parked in London Road – as we do now, but unlike most Celtic fans who parked there for normal home games, he still did that when the huns came (rather than go the Gallowgate side) which always bugged the hell out of me. It meant being heavily outnumbered and hiding scarves etc. The atmosphere as we walked along London Road through their support and back to the car was poisonous. I remember waiting to cross at the lights at Springfield Road. I must look like a Tim, or maybe I just looked too happy to be a hun, but this guy waiting beside me winked, and lifted his jacket slightly to show me his Celtic scarf. I did the same, we had a quick mini hug and off we went, delirious into the Glasgow night.

     

     

    We got back to our house in Edinburgh in time to see the highlights on TV – or so we thought. But nothing could deflate us that night. My Mum had an old clapped out mini car at the time. I had passed my test a few months before. I told her I was nipping out in it to get a chippie. Me, my 16 year old brother and 17 year old cousin headed for Princes Street in the car – no pubs open after 11pm in Edinburgh in those days. We just drove up and down Princes Street 5 or 6 times with our Celtic scarves out the windows shouting to everybody that Ten Men Won The League.

  19. Rock Tree Bhoy on

    GLENDALYSTONSILS on 21ST MAY 2018 4:54 PM

     

     

    Agree completely, a strong Hibs, Aberdeen even Kilmarnock, fine, but certainly not Sevco. Other than actually getting to the UEFA Cup final we were left with nothing to show for our efforts that season, thanks to a strong EBT driven Deidco.

  20. A Ceiler Gonof Rust on

    Bada Bing, he’s getting the full vile hun treatment on the Michael O’Hallaron thread on munter media.

     

     

    Utterly vile DOBs with little exception.

  21. thomthethim for Oscar OK on

    FAVOURITE UNCLE on 21ST MAY 2018 4:10 PM

     

    THOMTHETHIM FOR OSCAR OK on 21ST MAY 2018 4:00 PM

     

     

     

     

     

     

    st catherine’s balornock.i told you before my brother PATRICK was the captain.you must be 77 years old.

     

     

    *****

     

    Not quite 77.

     

    I was big for my age, 13, but never grew much after that!

     

     

    The score flattered St.C’s, who cheated.

     

     

    One of their coaches/managers/guys who looked after the team, had a transistor radio.

     

     

    He parked himself on the touchline beside my position, left back.

     

    For the whole of the second half, most of our team gravitated to my side of the pitch, which more or less left us with the goalie and a couple of guys for the restart, after the deluge of goals.

     

     

    Time up in our game, 13-0, coincided with a 5-1 scoreline at Hampden, but by the time we trudged back to the dressing room, Celtic had added another two.

     

     

    That Celtic team could have gone on to win the league that year, but not long after the Final, we lost Willie Fernie and Billy Mc.Phail to injury in a game against Partick Thistle.

     

     

    I can still see the Fernie injury. He tried a quick turn, but his studs stuck in the mud on the pitch, an did for his knee ligaments.

     

    Mc.Phail had a history of knee trouble and his career was on borrowed time.

     

     

    Still, they were probably the most vital components of Hampden in the Sun.

  22. BB they give vermin a bad name!!! H H Hebcelt ACGR met your brother on the bus on Sat

  23. !!Bada Bing!! on

    Celtic will return to Ireland this summer to take on Shamrock Rovers in a pre-season friendly.

     

     

    Brendan Rodgers’ side made the trip to the Tallaght Stadium last summer and will once again take on Stephen Bradley’s men on July 7.

  24. thomthethim for Oscar OK on

    Tully57,

     

     

    Your posts reminds us that different generations have their own special Celtic memories.

     

    We had Lisbon, you had your Ten Men memories.

     

     

    Today’s fans have the Invincibles and the Double Treble.

     

     

    I have omitted Seville as the result was not memorable, even though the party was……for those who can remember it!!

  25. thomthethim for Oscar OK on

    Is Armstrong’s withdrawal from the Scotland squad an indication that we want him fresh and available for the qualifiers?