After exploiting the inadequacies of Aberdeen and Newco with 10 men in consecutive league games, it was all a bit ineffective against 10-man Motherwell yesterday. This game encapsulated so much of the football we watch: how to generate clear scoring chances against defences that stick to task and do not make mistakes.
The one gilt-edged chance we made was a late counterattack, when Motherwell had the audacity to try to win the game. The script was written for Scott Sinclair, whose first touch was sublime, but his shot fell victim to a lunging defensive block. The lesson, surely, when facing Celtic, is not to venture too far up the park.
Brendan should reflect on this when next we face tier-one Champions League opponents. If Motherwell can stop Celtic, Celtic can do likewise to the PSGs of this world. How to unlock a packed defence is another story.
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Bateen
D disnae look like she likes grub.
Size 8 CSC ;)
DavidO
Naw pal .I have bigger tits than my daughter.
Bikini looks good on me. ;)))
Pog
I would assume those dobs where not in the same area as you on Saturday?
So there I was, the four walls and me
It was silent, dark and I just couldn’t see
There was nothing, a void, just a really deep hole
and in it was me, my heart and my soul.
The walls closed around, now the silence was screaming
Was this real? Was I there? Maybe just dreaming?
The deep cold descended and cut right through my bones
I was there alright, in that hole all alone.
And then in that miserable dank rotten place
There suddenly appeared a familiar oul face
It gave me a fright “Who are you?” I exclaimed
The face smiled a warm smile and began to explain:
” Well you see, I am God, but I look just like you
and I’ve come to ask why you’re feeling so blue?
Why are you here, far away from the light?
And why are you considering not going on with the fight?”
“If you were God you would know” I said to the face
“I just can’t go on, I want out of the race
I don’t see a purpose, and don’t like what I see,
Go away, just get out and please let me be.”
But God laughed a laugh that rang in my ears
and told me I was suffering a dose of the fears
somehow he produced a strong cup of tea
and using my voice said “Son listen to me”
“Have you heard of the story where I was nailed to a tree?
And a feckin centiurion stuck his spear into me?
Well I cried out, to my father in heaven
“You’re having a laugh, you have got to be kiddin?”
Talk about feeling down, feeling low, feeling blue?
How would you feel if that happened to you?
They threw me in the ground and told me “You’re deid”
Then they all buggered off, disappeared for a feed.
So I’ve been in this dank hole a few times before
and I know that right now you just can’t feel any lower
You’re here on yer jacksie, and everyone’s gone
So, I have made an appearance just to give you a haun.
So, up you come let’s get out of here,
We’ll grab a fish supper and go for a beer
You’ll hear signing and laughter and see people you know
and when they see you their faces will glow.
You see, you bring cheer to your friends and relations
That’s the great thing about all my creations
you all have a purpose, a value, a role
and that’s why I need you to get out of this hole
I need you, just to keep others right
as without you, they too, would head out of the light
and maybe they would be down in that hole
Keeping them out of there, that is your goal.
So, don’t despair, don’t be down, don’t give up, don’t be blue,
There’s a reason why there is only one you
Get on out there, have a laugh and be kind,
Don’t sit down in this hole feeling deaf dumb and blind.
You are never alone, help is always nearby
when things aren’t good just let out a cry
I will always come running via sisters and brothers,
yer ma or yer da, your weans or your lovers.
And with that God the face disappeared out the door
But I could still see him laughing as he shouted some more
“And if you come across a centurion with a spear in his paws?”
do me a favour, boot him right in the baws!”
Delaneys,
You’re right, but our wee bhoy is as tall as Jamesgang and has hollow legs.
You don’t want to meet his big brother ;-)
Pies is it ?
I give you british pie makers of the year…
https://www.turnerspies.co.uk/
canny whack them …
BRTH
Magic pal. Dalmuir looking better today than it did in March 1941
BRT&H
Excellent stuff!
CQN is as bright as the morning itself.
A good roll, ye cannae whack it. Nor skwer.
I have to say the best kebab I’ve ever had I’d from Kew. Me and me classy Mrs sit in to eat them and we get served with cutlery and their best plates.
A girl who loves a donner kebab as much as I do. That’s a sign you’ve met your match for life!
HH jamesgang
Bateen
Bet D is glad they wurnae that size at birth.
Love her and you. Met your big bhoy earlier this season. Can he play centre half for Celtic?
BT, you better believe they weren’t. A new bagpipe playing technique would have been invented had I come across them. ;-)
POGMATHONYAHUN
I can only imagine!
James
Does she have a kebab loving sister?
Match made in Turkey. ;)))
Bognor
Bet my Dalmuir bakery pies are better than any West Sussex pies. ;))
JAMESGANG -last night .
Roger Steffens .
Yes – read a lot of his stuff and occasionally saw him at choon auctions at Peckings record shop in Shepherd’s Bush
DELANEYS DUNKY-
Your Bob choon of the day -next in line on the shelf where Bob lives –
https://youtu.be/WBws7Ur6GFc..
A choon with a tale — end of first year at secondary school . Summertime soon come. Music teacher invited us to bring some choons to her class . People did – Beatles . Billy J Kramer etc . I brought _One Cup of Coffee. It fair cemented my burgeoning rep as a head case .
B side is this- Ernest Ranglin –
https://youtu.be/Ezq7J0TVmAY
Gearoid
Hard to argue with that analysis. I thought the “Nuala ” story was a strange one.Maybe intended as some sort of allegorical story how “ordinary members of the community ” were horrified by the events. I am sure they were,as I am also sure they were horrified and traumatised by everything their community had experienced since 69.
As for the cheering,well war/conflict/trauma does terrible things to the pysche of humans. People just become “them ” “the other side ” and 4 legs good,2 legs bad takes over.
Sean Murray’s comments at the end were very good,decent and generous and makes me optimistic for the future.
I knew this place was a nut house, am I the only one that’s no needing treatment ?
DD
She’s an only child mhate. As a wean, she thought the term was ‘lonely child’!
Definitely a one off!
SoT
I really enjoyed the book. I think you would too. I gave a lend of it to some hirsute white Rasta Bhoy called Garry so he might post it to you when he’s done with it. ;-)
Canman
When you’re the only sane one, we know we’re f00kd!!
;-)
BRTH I surely can’t be the only onwho read that and didn’t have something inm y eyes and throat. I’m at work too!
Like the square sausage tales, took a slab and a dozen rolls and cans of Irn Bru to a mate in Madrid. It’s funny the things you miss whan you can’t have them.
Good to see John Beattie getting his retaliation in , the influx of Oldco fans into the Rugby clubs must be a worry for the middle classes. Their fightback has begun. I wonder if the politicians will comment on this latest anti catholic hate crime by Scots……in Rome of all places?
SoT
Your non commercial Robert Nesta tunes are magical. My son loved your 4 Lee Scratch Perry tunes yesterday. Magical and Mystical
Canamalar
Like me you went to Saint Bams.
What is your sanity secret? ;))
JG,
Just finished reading all our screwballs coming out the widwork to make DD fell at home, I know it’s no laughing matter but sometimes it is and should be or we end up thinking about it too much and forgetting to live.
Hail Hail DD and the rest of you guys who’ve battled the darkness in you its the hardest fight and winning it provides and example to all those you love.
Word of The Day
Remise /rɪˈmaɪz/
verb
1. (transitive) ( law) to give up or relinquish (a right, claim, etc);surrender
2. (fencing) to make a renewed thrust on the same lunge after the firsthas missed
noun
3. (fencing) a second thrust made on the same lunge after the first hasmissed
4. a hired carriage
5. a coach house
Word Origin and History for remise
in law, “give up, surrender, make over to another,” late 15c., from noun remise, from Old French remise, past participle of remettre “to send back,” from Latin remittere (see remit). Related: Remised ; remising.
KTF
James
Story of my life pal.
So glad you are happy in life.
Listening to Bob Album Uprising. Redemption Song next. Marspapa’s favourite song.
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery.
HG
DD,
The secret to sanity is cold showers and brushing your tooth twice a day ?
Delaney..
Pip the pie maker of Bognor town has just won the best pie of the year ..steak and ale
Also won best small pie baker…he supplies Harrods ( not that that’s a recommendation ) I’ve got to keep away,serious weight adders..
Stephen says high and hopes your well…
Your posts over the past few days took guts..
Patrick sends love and peace man…
Take care
Canamalar
I hear you. Laughter, slightly dark sardonic laughter is a tonic in itself.
I’ve been humbled and impressed by people’s warmth and openness. But not surprised. Some amazing folk on here.
HH jamesgang
DD
None but ourselves can free our minds
HH brother
JG,
I know I’m a hell of a guy ?
Oh lord it’s hard to be humble when your perfect in every way…….
POGMATHONYAHUN AKA LAIRD OF THE SMILES on 20TH MARCH 2018 7:55 AM
Just goes to show that you find these morons at all levels of support/sport.
https://twitter.com/bbcjohnbeattie/status/975779082872000514?s=21
Well done John Beattie in calling them out.
Would love to see Traynor try to get JB to toe the BBC/establishment line………JB is some size of a man
At the risk of losing all my Scottish friendships built up here over the past 10 years or more, I have to say whilst Scottish sausages are indeed edible and far superior to the shite in England, they don’t hold candlelight to the Irish Sausage,
In particular to the Cork Sausage, Clonakilty Sausages are the benchmark, beautiful.
Unfortunately for me Mrs. Corkcelt is a bit of a foodie and is not prone to having sausages on our diet.
However every now & then she relents and permits me to throw a pound of them into the shopping trolley.
Happy Days,
Canamalar
Don’t know it took me 35 years fae leaving Saint Thomas Aquinas to go aff my nut. Life surprises you. Mostly good but sometimes badly. Hope you are good J.
HH
Flemings of Arbroath, morning JJ, make great pies….
Corky..,
No surprise there Scottish pigs can only walk and run, obviously flying pigs taste much better
Moderators, please remove Corkcelt’s post…
;)
Corkcelt
You are correct pal. Irish sausages are magic. Never had a square Irish sausage though. Scot skwerr are the business on a Morton roll wi lashings of broon sauce. ;))