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  1. Good morning friends from an apparently dry and broken clouded although admittedly still dark East Kilbride.

  2. Morning all.

     

     

    Looking like another lovely day down here (although the BBC forecast isn’t so upbeat).

     

     

    I have a wee bit of mixed feelings this morning about Scotland’s defeat last night. I can hear the pain of the Scottish Establishment, like Gavin Hastings, on being cheated. Part of me empathises. But part of me says, hell mend you. We and our fathers and grandfathers have had to endure this in football for the whole of our existence and the Scottish Establishment have lapped it up. Now, they have a taste of what it feels like. Maybe they can put pressure on the SFA to sort themselves out. Doubt it.

  3. Left the house in the ‘very dark’ this morning.

     

    Heaven help us when the clocks change.

     

     

    Still bealin’ from the hunduggery reffing in the footie and rugby over the weekend. Didn’t even bother staying up for Sevcoscene. Better getting my sleep I thought.

     

     

    HH jamesgang

  4. Brogan Rogan Trevino and Hogan supports Oscar Knox, MacKenzie Furniss and anyone else who fights Neuroblastoma on

    Morning Folks.

     

     

    I posted a wee Strandsky story yesterday afternoon — Frankie’s story.

     

     

    http://t.co/P8bgvqKnLp

     

     

    If you have read it, or read it now, and want to help me raise money for the homeless this winter through the Celtic FC Foundation then My Donate page can be found here:

     

     

    https://mydonate.bt.com/fundraisers/jamesmcginley1

     

     

    Thanks to those who have made a donation, your help is greatly appreciated.

     

     

    BRTH

  5. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    Weather down here’s bowfin’,so it is.

     

     

    All those rain dances I performed up in Scotland to get me out of a wee day in the garden obviously had an inbuilt delay.

     

     

    NoplacelikehomeCSC

  6. the unthank road on

    Clogher

     

    scrolling back and caught your vid of Christie and Aslan. He looks remarkable after all his health problems. Still got the signed Bodhran from ten years ago in pride of place on the wall. fantastic performer. Cantankerous wee bugger mind you! Put the word Rangers on my bodhran!!!Damn nearly strangled him!

  7. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    Re the above article in The Daily Record,not one mention of O** F***

     

     

    Hmmmmm…

  8. lubo of the lamp on

    rudicantfail – 2:03 am

     

     

    “Any Celtic fan or supporter who thinks that the ‘custodians ‘ of our club will ever lodge a protest about Masonic ‘honest mistakes’ are deluded.

     

     

    The board is infested by Masons, who were party to the 5 way agreement.”

     

     

     

     

    Didn’t know that, could you name them please, even one just for starters.

  9. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    BOURNESOUPRECIPE

     

     

    Aye,there’s a lot to be said for the oul’ moonhowlin’ times.

     

     

    You never miss the water…

  10. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    TRICOLOUREDRIBBON

     

     

    Not nearly so vociferous despite being more clear-cut.

     

     

    To be fair,the radio pundits on Saturday were scathing about the ref.

     

     

    But maybe in the same way that I commiserated wi my hun mates about Butcher getting a ‘perfectly good goal’ chalked off in a final-89?-against us.

     

     

    Difficult to see a smirk on the radio,but you could see mine that night from space!

     

     

    You on the way back,bud?

  11. Joe Filippis Haircut on

    Morning to all Celtic Supporters where ever you are I am looking forward to Thursdays match hoping we can get an away win as I think if we do we could qualify from the group. H.H.

  12. Tricoloured Ribbon on

    Boaby,

     

    Whilst Pat Bonner said both were penalties last night,he then suggested Muir may have thought Brown stood on the ball at the first claim!

     

    Yeah mate,getting back to normal.Thank God.

  13. LUBO OF THE LAMP on 19TH OCTOBER 2015 8:48 AM

     

    rudicantfail – 2:03 am

     

     

     

     

     

     

    “Any Celtic fan or supporter who thinks that the ‘custodians ‘ of our club will ever lodge a protest about Masonic ‘honest mistakes’ are deluded.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The board is infested by Masons, who were party to the 5 way agreement.”

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Didn’t know that, could you name them please, even one just for starters.

     

     

    How can he when it’s a secret.

     

    Nevertheless he could be right.

     

     

    – See more at: http://www.celticquicknews.co.uk/motherwell-v-celtic-live-updates/comment-page-30/#comments

  14. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    TRICOLOUREDRIBBON

     

     

    Stood on it?

     

     

    Jee-zoh.

     

     

    I confess I missed it first off,but I was thirty miles away. My sisters turned the air blue at it! The ref had clear sight,the linesman an uninterrupted view.

     

     

    But,yes,there’s an element of interpretation if we want to be kind.

     

     

    There bliddy wasn’t wi the handball!

     

     

    That’s good to hear you’re recovering,mate. Really hope you can head down Dublin way to do some damage in March. DELANEYSDUNKY might even kidnap yon ticket inspector and bring him over to hear some more of his favourite choons!

  15. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    QUONNO

     

     

    If it’s a secret,yet RCF knows about it,what are you suggesting?

  16. “Sing Hip Hip and Sing Hooray, it’s the anniversary of the Hampden Massacre of Glasgow Rangers”…. oops that’s the Craigneuk Bhoys’ intro to Roamin In The Gloamin…. dusted this down from a few years back….

     

     

     

     

    My Darling Johnny

     

     

     

    (A rather unwieldy and overdue tribute to Doyley) :-

     

     

     

     

    It was the 20th day of August, 1977 and I was walking along The Golden Mile in Blackpool with my mum, brothers and sister enjoying the final days of my summer holidays between leaving Langbank and heading to far-off Blairs. There was a lot of life ahead of me but someone shook me out of my future musing by telling me that Celtic had lost to Ayr United and that former-and-forever Honest Man Johnny Doyle had been ordered off. These were, of course, halcyon pre-mobile phone days but the news was wrapping itself around the Fylde Coast like the constant wind from the Irish Sea. My dad had been in one of the working men’s clubs having a beer and when we met up with him he confirmed the awful truth – Celtic, The Double Winners of 1977, had not only lost but squandered a 1-0 interval lead (Joe Craig) and wee Johnny had been sent off for ‘deliberately’, striking referee , Bob Cuthill (for it was he) with the ball. This was to be the acrimonious start to a terrible season for Celtic and a Treble-winning one for a Rangers team typically big on brawn and bravado. Johnny’s dismissal was later rescinded but, then like now, the match officials knew exactly what they were doing. I felt hurt, cheated and absolutely bereft of Kenny Dalglish who was now just down the road from where I stood. I had Jinky then Kenny and was looking out for another hero and non-forwards need not have applied. I was struggling as much for a favourite player then as I am right now – the chocolates box was and is full of coffee creams.

     

     

    I surveyed my purchases from the night before. I had traded all rides in The Pleasure Beach for two Celtic trinkets – a bracelet and pendant, tacky and cheap but major Objects of Desire for me. They would not see Blairs, both broken beyond repair within days, like my heart with King Kenny’s defection. We went for a Pablo’s ice cream and I thought of Johnny Doyle.

     

     

    I remember Sir Robert Kelly’s book on Celtic started with his memories of ‘The First Disallowed Goal’ and how perceived injustices linger lifetime long. Something grated with me re Johnny’s dismissal that afternoon even though I had been in a different country, in Lancashire’s answer to Ayr.

     

     

    Four years later I had left St Aidan’s High for Drygrange and was on retreat, stuck with my year-mates down near the Greenmantle Brewery in Broughton, in the higher ML postcode area, when one of the older lads, a good Celtic man from Bathgate, asked if I fancied going for a walk. I wasn’t a particularly walking type but guessed the big man must have been wanting someone to chat with, And there in the middle of Nowhere, South Lanarkshire, Big George broke the news of John Doyle’s death to John Doyle’s greatest apologist.

     

     

    “ If he cut himself shaving Johnny Doyle would bleed green-and-white” – it’s about the only funny thing I ever remember Andy Cameron saying and the most appropriate and sensible thing he ever said. Johnny was our man in the hoops. He was probably an oppo-Dalglish but what he lacked in God-given talent he made up for in total commitment. I remember the wee be-permed ball of energy gashing his leg in the red ash track that surrounded Celtic Park in order to salvage a throw out of a corner. Can we imagine any of the current lot doing that ? Rangers fans detested him and that was always a sure sign that Doyle not only could and would hurt them but that he’d relish doing it.

     

     

     

    The only time I actually met Johnny was one afternoon in Wishaw when I was still at school. I’d spotted him in Main Street and told my mum he was in the town but she suspected I was hallucinating. For her part in the geat sin of idolatry she had a sort of chaste crush on Ronnie Glavin that neither myself or my dad could ever comprehend. I promptly returned to the town centre looking for Johnny D rather than Ronnie G. I sought out the wee ghuy in the white Adidas top with the green stripes and determined to own one of those t-shirts. Another Object of Desire. These were pre-WAG days and the circumstances in which I met the late great John Doyle could hardly have been more mundane. He was sat on the railing outside the public toilets where Main Street meets Kenilworth Avenue awaiting his wife who was spending a penny :-

     

     

    “ You’re Johnny Doyle int ye ?”

     

     

    “ Aye, how ye waant tae fight me ?”

     

     

    And so a ten-minute relationship with Celtic’s wing wizard was born. We had neither pen or paper for the obligatory autograph (PROOF for my mother that he had indeed been and was Johnny Doyle of Celtic FC and that I had not only met him but had spoken to him), another Object of Desire. Johnny (first name terms now) told me he was taking his wife to lunch at The Anvil, a Stakis steakhouse on Main Street (the thought of somewhere similar in ML2 nowadays is fanciful) and that we could obtain a pen and paper therein. And so I came to nonchalantly walk down The Ungolden Mile with Mr and Mrs Doyle praying that someone, anyone but preferably a friend or relation or even better some bluenose would notice me accompanying the curly Celt as if I truly knew him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to be in his company. When we got to The Anvil a waitress approached us – oh,aye, US, me and them – and Johnny asked for a table for two and a pen and paper. He got some compliments slip with the blue Stakis candlestick thereon and did the needful, signing and consigning our relationship to The Past. I went to Toni’s for an ice cream and thought of Johnny Doyle.

     

     

    Although I had missed his grossly unjust dismissal at Somerset Park on account of the family holiday I was present at the vast majority of his games for Celtic. I loved everything about him. He reminded me of me and if there is some narcissistic auto-eroticism therein then I make no apology. I was there when he scored against the enemy as Celtic’s long sequence in the League Cup ended with the misery of Jim Casey’s own-goal; when he almost single-handedly beat St Mirren at a seam-bursting Love Street and the best of all when he scored that flashing header against Real Madrid, his only goal in European competition. McCluskey and Doyle scoring against the Spanish aristocrats meant so much to me, plain working class Catholic Lanarkshire bhoys sticking it to the Giants of Europe. All was and is possible in life.

     

     

    I miss Johnny Doyle to this day. I flitted in and out of his life momentarily one sunny day in Wishaw like a bee on a lupin but he remained and remains in mine

     

     

    I miss what I think he represented and I think Celtic have long missed what I think he represented. Never moreso than today. There is a sort of weird irony in the fact that Johnny should have died on the 24th anniversary of the ultimate (so far……) trouncing of Rangers. I wonder if he had thought about that famous game that fateful day, his last on earth. In a sense The 19th of October encapsulates The Spirit of Celtic more than the 25th of May. On this day we have joy and sorrow forever intermingled and this is very much the story of Celtic from Walfrid to Wanyama. It was thus, still is and, I sense, ever shall be. As we move towards November and the more formal commemorations of Our Faithful Departed it strikes me that Our Celtic Dead are closer to us and we to them than ever before and The Celtic Graves people deserve sincere acknowledgment in this regard. Thank you from me.

     

     

    Finally I remember reading an article about Johnny by another diehard Celt, Frank McGarvey. Frank said there was no-one quite like his wrestling partner Johnny Doyle, that Johnny, a Celtic player and employee, wore a Celtic scarf to training in the days when I wore mine to St Aidan’s. I loved reading that so much and, on such a melancholic yet joyful day as today, it still makes me laugh as Frank did often too.

     

     

    May God rest John Doyle’s gentle and turbulent soul and the souls of all Our Celtic Dead.

  17. Brogan Rogan Trevino and Hogan supports Oscar Knox, MacKenzie Furniss and anyone else who fights Neuroblastoma on

    This is a non footballing post

     

     

    As many of you know, I am a great fan of the city of Rome.

     

     

    Over the years, the city has been the scene of many an intrigue and many battles between politicians, artists, generals, emperors, cardinals, popes, papal familes and all sorts of others.

     

     

    There have also been battles between Rome itself and the Vatican.

     

     

    Below, I link a rather right wing article on a real battle royal that is currently taking place in Rome between the Pope and the Curia in the Vatican.

     

     

    As I say, this is a somewhat right wing take on events, but it highlights the fact that the current Pope really is set on a path that many of the traditional thinkers in the Curia really don’t like.

     

     

    The fall out from this for all sorts of people – catholic and non catholic alike – could be huge.

     

     

    http://blogs.new.spectator.co.uk/2015/10/pope-francis-is-now-effectively-at-war-with-the-vatican-if-he-wins-the-catholic-church-could-fall-apart/

  18. Was talking to my mate there, and I agreed with him, he was saying, in what country any where in the world would an ex player referee a game his old club play in?

     

    I think that just about sums up the toxic people we have running our game here in Scotland , and it’s that steeped in free masonry there’s not a thing you can do about it.

     

    It gives me a horrible feeling in my gut when I think about it, they drag free masonry down to the lowest form of person there is on this planet.

     

    A brother MUST help a brother no matter how bad or evil the deed he has done that’s common knowledge, and they hide behind the charity badge, that’s how low these despicable people are.

     

    Lurking Huns GIRFUYs

  19. Just so happy this morning that despite that closets best attempts,despite playing more games than anyone else,despite a long list of injured players,we sit top of the league.It must make them sick.

     

    Some of our football for 70% of that game was a joy to watch.We ping the ball about from player to player with effortless ease.I know some are bemoaning the fact that we are not rattling in the goals that this play deserves.

     

    If that bigot had given even one of those penalties,it could have ended up 3 or 4 Nil.At 1-0 they will still clug and fight for every ball,at 2-0,the heads drop.

     

    Just a thought that many have missed.If Broony is not pulled down,and had scored,it would have been goal of the season.He took the ball from his own half,went through about 4 Well players,played the one-two,and was about to pull the trigger when clattered.Summed up his whole game.Fantastic display.

  20. You will be lucky to find out who’s a Mason unless you notice the old handshake like we all saw before the start of the League Cup semi against Inverness last year.

     

     

    My father died in 1967 and a week after he was buried I received a letter from the Masonic Lodge giving their condolences about my fathers death, it was a mystery to me as I never knew he was a Mason ,he kept it very quiet, either that, or he gave up being a Mason after he married my mother.

  21. Turkeybhoy on 19th October 2015 10:37 am

     

     

    One of the comments that has dogged Brown in his whole Celtic career is that he rarely gets forward like he did at Hibs. I think the weekend shows that he still has it but he rarely gets a midfield area open enough to allow it.

     

     

    Too many teams fill the middle and back against us we rarely get to see as much entertaining football as we hope to.