Nimmo Smith’s Black Cap

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I see a bit of debate on the blog this morning on Lord Nimmo Smith’s SPL Commission, which has retired to prepare its report.  In March last year former Rangers owner, Sir David Murray, insisted no Rangers players had “side contracts”, inferring there was no case to answer.  This line has not been peddled since.  Instead, various excuses are offered in mitigation.

BBC’s award winning The Men Who Sold the Jerseys documentary established that a large number of players received money in connection with playing football which was not recorded with the SPL and SFA.  Even Rangers counsel at the First Tier Tribunal conceded tax should have been paid on five of these players.

The real issue for Nimmo Smith is how to impose an appropriate punishment for illegal registration on this scale, which is consistent with punishments recently handed out to Spartans, Dunfermline and others, all of whom were kicked out of competitions, and fined up to a quarter of their annual income, for offences relating to single games.

For a couple of years now we have discussed the toxicity of matters surrounding the Rangers group of clubs.  Actions carried out during the Murray and Whyte eras put Rangers into liquidation with vast governance issues plaguing the game and the new club which inherited their player registrations.

On the assumption the SPL Commission concludes Rangers were guilty of fielding illegally registered players in hundreds of games, what would an appropriate punishment be?  Forget about stripping titles, or reclaiming prize money, both of which are merely consequences of the facts being established, not punishments.

I have total confidence Nimmo Smith will submit a report beyond reproach on whether Rangers broke the rules, but would he send for a Black Cap before handing out a sentence?  I’m not so sure.  Spartans and the rest might feel their 25% annual income fine for a single-match offence might become an embarrassment to some of the game’s administrators.

“Without fear or favour” was what we were promised last year.  Let’s see.
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  1. Tontine Tim

     

     

    16:35 on 22 February, 2013

     

     

    Reading about Burns here and I suppose people of my ilk do him a great disservice.

     

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    TT,

     

    I am another old St. Pat’s boy who shares your love of Burns ( No, I don’t mean Big Dan Burns, another legend.)

     

     

    Anybody who can open-mindedly read the works of this unbelievably gifted wordsmith & not love them, has my pity.

     

    Ae Fond Kiss, Red Red Rose, A man’s a man, To a mouse,… the list is endless .

     

    It is sheer JOY.

     

     

    To start finding fault with the great man’s lifestyle is crass.

     

    He was a flawed human being,..like the rest of us.

     

    All the more should his celestial poetry be loved & respected.

     

    NOBODY ever better described the human condition.

     

     

    God Bless Him.

     

     

    Drunk & happy Celts CSC.

  2. celticrollercoaster loves Wee Oscar, our Celtic Warrior on

    Hi folks

     

     

    I am afraid that there will be no quiz tonight. Next 2 weeks I am also unavailable but will try a get one of the fine deputies to cover.

     

     

    HH

     

     

    CRC

  3. Thx guys- sorry for late reply was travelling.

     

     

    Damn, got the train straight from S/lee to town for grub as I don’t know the area. Next time….

  4. Lennybhoy

     

    Our secret……wouldn’t be surprised in the least £1m plus and a couple of year long loans for some of our young guns…..

  5. sixtaeseven

     

     

    18:31 on 22 February, 2013

     

     

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    Very good. Inadvertently, I summed it all up. The perfect pitch.

     

     

    :))

     

     

    We just need Tarantino to film it : ‘Sevco Unhinged’

     

     

    or ‘Inglorious Basterds’, with the last ‘e’ switched back to an ‘a’…

  6. BBC trying their damnedest to give the league reconstruction as bad a press as possible

     

     

    One would think they had a hidden agenda …surely not

  7. BSR

     

    I switch on RC for about 5mins, and that was the subject they were talking about.

     

    Again, it was anti-12.12.18

     

     

    SPF

  8. hamiltontim

     

     

    18:50 on 22 February, 2013

     

    Jonny the Tim

     

     

    18:45 on

     

     

    22 February, 2013

     

    Hamiltontim

     

     

    I’m intrigued as to where you kept your shoelaces whilst naked!!

     

     

    ———–

     

     

    Shoooosh that’s why he removed them!!!!

     

     

    Pfayr

     

     

    Sounds ideal keep me posted mate.

     

     

    I know a guy who pays a fortune to get a young lady to do that

  9. up_over_goal

     

     

    18:37 on 22 February, 2013

     

     

    Cheers, Sandman. That’s settled. Film late afternoon, and pub evening to chew over it.

     

     

    Bliss!

     

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    It’ll be a challenge after a couple of pints not to drop the ‘N’ word into casual conversation about the film, trust me; in a comical sense that is, when discussing the movie – Tarantino sure knows how to write controversial but earthily realistic dialogue.

     

     

    You may get some indignant looks thrown your way if you slip up. But anyone who’s seen it will know what the conversation’s about!

  10. Lennybhoy

     

     

    Russell is a stick on ….strong, fast , eye fir goal and a bit of a daft one in him

     

     

    CMS…not sure …never seems to manage a 90 min performance..also not sure he’s any better than Forest or McGeouch

  11. kikinthenakas,

     

     

    You are correct re PR. Top Bhoy.

     

    And the Mint is very good. Me and Mrs TTT long overdue a night out.

     

    You have just given me a wee idea.

     

    Over to Mint for food and some beers, then back to The Tav for more beers before heading up Merry St to Carfin.

     

     

    HAIL! HAIL!

     

    Token

     

     

    PS – I need to be nice as Mrs PR is my wife’s cousin……or did i tell you that last year at the gowf?

  12. Good evening all.

     

     

    Re the 12-12-18, leaving aside the fact that ‘they’ are against it, does anyone on here actually think it’s worth trying?

     

     

    Personally I think it’s a load of mince!

  13. Back in. Mrs PMTYH not too happy about having to pick us up after working all day.

     

     

    Aff oot or off oot, that is the question :

     

    Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to go aff oot

     

    Or stay in, off oot, and to suffer

     

    The slings and arrows of outrageous CQN’rs

     

    Or take arms against the bored/ board and PL

     

    And by opposing end them. To die – to sleep,

     

    To support Ned Flanders and ban all other media

     

    To stir up trouble and wind-up those who are easily wound-up

     

    No more to go to Paradise but extol the virtues of the old bored/ board

     

    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

     

    Devoutly espousing that Murdo was better than the King of Kings

     

    To sleep, perchance to dream that the Jungle still exists – ay, there’s the rub:

     

    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

     

    To stuff the Juve by four clear goals and reach the last eight,

     

    Must give us pause – there’s the respect.

     

     

    A tribute to KevJ, love him or loathe him you can’t ignore him, aye mibbes.

     

     

    Hail! Hail! PMTYH

  14. TT

     

    No you didn’t, know her very well!

     

    Sounds like my ideal night out!

     

    Had a great day with PR, his dad and family in the number7 for his dads birthday and he got to present Vic with MOM champers, we were all drunk as a pirate, great day, surprised I have never bumped into you in the Tav!

     

    HH

  15. “Without fear or favour” was what we were promised last year. Let’s see…

     

     

    boooooooooooooooom

     

     

    Great stuff Paul……….

     

     

    BigjoePlanningAtrip2paradiseSOON

  16. Lennybhoy – April 16ish for about ten days if it works out. a couple of my Celtic club mates over here are planning to come home so i might just join them. I hope to see you and the rest of the gang when i’m home.

     

    slainte

     

    tony

  17. jobo baldie

     

     

    19:03 on 22 February, 2013

     

    Good evening all.

     

     

    Re the 12-12-18, leaving aside the fact that ‘they’ are against it, does anyone on here actually think it’s worth trying?

     

     

    Personally I think it’s a load of mince!

     

     

    JoBo………………

     

    That’s a hard 1………,,,,,,,

     

     

    I haven’t really thought abooot it, just dismissed it, coz it was Sevcos idea.

     

     

     

    Which is as good a reason as I can think O

     

     

    BigjolanningtheTICvsTheDeenandTheGOLF

  18. Does anyone know if the LNS report will be released to the Sevconians & the SPL in advance of becoming available for public consumption, as was the case with the FTT report? If so, does anyone know how far in advance both parties are likely to receive it?

  19. kikinthenakas,

     

     

    sounds like you all had a great day!

     

     

    Not in the Tav that often these days, but been in many many times over the years. probably have bumped into each other (literally!) down there but just didnt know. I used to play for the sunday team what seems like hunners of years ago now…..

     

    Am considering going down to watch Juve game in a couple of weeks though.

     

     

    HAIL! HAIL!

     

    Token

  20. Mike in Toronto on

    Torontony/WDH

     

     

    Did I tell you guys our LaLaterna story from when we took Dad’s ashes back in November? Made me laugh.

     

     

    Liam and I stayed at the Grand Central, so Tony had recommenced LaLaterna, which turned out to be just across the road. So Liam and I went in and had a nice meal … had a good chat with the waiters/owners…. and left a pretty decent tip….

     

     

    A few days later, we were meeting my uncle and his wife for dinner … they’re good people… but Mick’s wife would like you to think she was first cousin to the queen…. so Mick meets us at the hotel, and says he going to take us to their favourite little Italian place… great food… real treat … you’ll love it sort… of course, it was LaLaterna! They were so excited to share this great find with us, we didn’t have the heart to tell them we had been there only two nights eariler…

     

     

    So we met Mick and his wife, and while we were waiting to be seated, she was raving about this gem of a place… ‘nobody knows it… your in for a treat….’

     

     

    So, the waiter maitre d’ comes to see us… sees Liam and I… his face lights up …’hey lads! great to see you!’, then the waiter passes by ‘Liam, Michael!’ Like we were part of the family!

     

     

    The face on Mick and his wife was priceless…. finally had to break down and tell them that we weren’t famous … but had been in the night before!

     

     

    But had a good laugh about it!

  21. Big Joe –

     

     

    In fact the 12-12-18 is NOT their idea, it’s the SPL’s. “They” are up in arms about it because, if it goes through, they are likely to be playing the same 9 teams as they have been playing this season.

     

     

    AS soon as it came out that Chuckie was dead against it, i appears that some on here then, by default, saw it as a good idea – i.e. they’re against it so we better be for it. But not me.

     

     

    Hope that made sense. And hope to see you in Aberdour!

  22. Oldtim67

     

     

    ….icles?

     

     

    Anyway, just passing again this time on my way back from Leverndale. I seems they wish to refer me to Carstairs.

     

     

    So with the polis in a bit of soapy over trying to manipulate the labelling on Buckfast Abbey’s finest product, I was reminded of just how formative that particular tonic has been to my life…..what follows may be true although since I remember it through the distorted bottom of dark green bottle – bottle green – some of it may be in doubt. However as their is no quiz tonight, you are free to answer this simple question….”What the hell is going on inside his heid?”

     

     

    **********************************************************************

     

     

    It had been one of those father and son moments that would stick with me forever. One of those memories that even with his well intentioned motive had probably caused more anguish and psychological damage than the day I got changed for gym with my mates only to find that instead of my shorts I’d put on my sister’s green knickers. Dark Scottish mornings have a lot to answer for.

     

     

    I can imagine similar moments (not involving any of my sisters or their knickers) in the upbringing of serial killers Jeffrey Dahmer, Peter Sutcliffe and worst of all that notorious slaughterer of the English language – Chick Young. (The continued tolerance by a deaf establishment of Chick’s verbicide suggests that as the evidence shows, the board of the BBC are all on drugs or still have their fingers in their ears ignoring the reality of Jimmy Savile)

     

     

    Anyway, my Pater sat me down in the big family gazebo surrounded by portraits of my ancestors (well pictures that one of my sisters had drawn and stuck with toothpaste to the wall of the shed).

     

     

    “Do you know what they all have in common son?”

     

     

    I wasn’t daft. Brought up in the intellectual and emotional union of the Stewarts and the Murphys, my mind had been honed as sharp as any deadly combination of claymore and shillelagh had ever been. I smiled knowingly ….he smiled proudly….. shifted in his dungarees and let one rip.

     

     

    Holding my nose I exclaimed in triumph “They are all green and yellow with pink polka dot eyes”

     

     

    At first I thought he was seized with emotional pride;

     

     

    I was disabused soon enough as he raised his hand to cuff me (in a paternally loving manner) but then remembered that he was a modern man and knew that such an action would leave DNA evidence. Instead he chapped his pipe out on my head immediately followed by a glass of water to douse the singeing and a suggestion that I better get a haircut before ‘yer mother sees what you’ve done”.

     

     

    He pre-empted any more of my suggestions by continuing seemingly oblivious to the smell of burning hair and flesh which to be fair masked the previously revolting odour of the man who takes pride in the hottest of curries. “You will notice first of all that they are all men. Yer sister has a great eye for detail and is obviously listening intently in her human biology class.”

     

     

    I nodded, furtively checking in my pocket to confirm the proportions in her pictures.

     

     

    “I will now tell you what your Grandfather told me. Word for word. So listen….it will explain much of what is to mark out the path that your life will follow.”

     

     

    He lit his pipe again and I hurriedly put on a hard hat that I had nicked from the building site down by Paddy’s Castle (A well known Old Monkland land mark and home of the McGuiness gang – a precursor to the Culzean Brigands – who seemed to have a town monopoly on runny green snot. They had been known to hold some of the weans in abject terror by threatening them with a sneeze! Especially the ones who, ignoring their parents’ wishes had strayed outside the debt free zone of Drumpellier into the strange world of pieces’n jam, provy cheque, scrapyards and comparing the size of each others’ jobbies.)

     

     

    “Look son, we haven’t any money to mention, so any will I could make would be sadly lacking in the financial department. So all I could leave you was a name….. (‘I don’t want to be boy named Sue’ I thought)……and a congenital disease. Look at the pictures. Everyone of them the proud bearer of the name ‘Matt’, passed on from generation to generation…blah blah blah…”

     

     

    I had stopped listening. ‘For fecks sake, a congenital disease. My god. I’m doomed….I think….what is congenital anyway?”

     

     

    Somehow my hand, which was still in my pocket, answered for me.

     

     

    “What feckin disease? What curse? What cross will burden these frail shoulders?” (I had read that in a Sherlock Holmes’ story) I blurted, pretending a dead faint. “I feel an attack of the vapours Father, get me my salts!” (Same Sherlock story!)

     

     

    He ignored me and as I recovered my composure his voice came back into focus.

     

     

    “Blah….blah….blah…..this is not easy son, but what I am about to tell you will cause astonishment and even ridicule among your peers. Some apparently educated and sophisticated individuals will shun or mock you, the police will dog your every move and you will be accused of every unsolved crime and of being a liar at every sweep of the second hand. You will however also make many friends; unfortunately most of them will be so far beyond the event horizon of redemption that they will welcome you as one of their own into the oblivion of their own black hole. And yet even they will not understand the twist that mother nature has plied in our chromosomes…..for when you tell them the truth…..no one will believe you.”

     

     

    I managed to interrupt him as he stopped to rift and inhale.

     

     

    “It’s a bit more serious than my big nose then dad” I suggested

     

     

    “You haven’t got a big nose. You have a wee head” he butted back in “So listen here.”

     

    He looked around to check if the walls had ears.

     

     

    “From the dawn of ages all male descendents and yer oldest sister who always wanted to be a boy since she developed a beard, have enjoyed …..note that word .. “ENJOYED”…….. the taste of Buckfast.”

     

     

    If silence had every been stunned, this one had been knocked feckin unconscious, was on life support and in need of a quick burst of the Bee Gees!

     

     

    He sucked in his stomach for some reason, perhaps remembering his own dancing days, white suits and his nickname as Victor Sylvester due to his baggy trousers with the Big Ballroom!

     

     

    “Anyway” he continued “This palate pleaser has at times led to misunderstanding and the occasional commotion with the police who have attempted many a time to confiscate our harmless simple pleasure. Try to tell them that it is the aroma, bouquet but ultimately the taste that attracts you, NOT the fortified alcohol content of the wreck the hoose juice, and they invariably double up in fits of laughter.”

     

     

    With that he stood up and exited, leaving a jet stream of hydrogen sulphide in his wake!

     

     

    I had never tasted Buckfast. Even at New Year I had wondered why it was always placed out of my reach! But now Pater had anticipated my incipient curiosity and had left a wee half bottle of the Monken Magic on the wicker legged, glass topped table, beside twenty Capstan medium strength, a box of Swan Vestas and a sealed envelope.

     

     

    It was time to consider the implications of my new found knowledge, so I took a fag out of the packet, tapped it on the back of my hand and spun it in the air and caught it expertly in my eye!

     

     

    Replacing it in my mouth I lit it and opened the envelope.

     

     

    “Don’t tell your mother” the contents said.

     

     

    I opened the bottle and in the absence of a glass I took my first fateful swig of what I imagine can only be compared to Dracula sucking on the succulent and vintage neck of Ingrid Pitt!

     

     

    The impact was almost immediate and what followed is a tale that will shock.

     

     

    But that is for later….for it is now Friday evening and the urgent demands from the siren of the elixir of the ‘bottle green bottle’ call to me from the depths of my soul…..I must go….but I will return!

     

     

    Hail Hail

     

     

    Estadio

  23. 19lisbonbhoy67

     

     

    19:13 on

     

    22 February, 2013

     

    Does anyone know if the LNS report will be released to the Sevconians & the SPL in advance of becoming available for public consumption, as was the case with the FTT report? If so, does anyone know how far in advance both parties are likely to receive it?

     

     

    I thought I read somewhere that they will know first, and the rest O us should know be the end O the month

     

     

    BigjoeINtheKnow….ish

  24. This is a promise written in virtual reality, but a promise nonetheless.

     

    I get through this, and I will, make no mistake about it, I hope to gather as many of you as I can in Babbity’s and buy youse all a drink.

     

    Then…..I run.

     

    I’m no payin’ THAT kinda bill!

     

    Nah, seriously , I mean it.

     

    It’d be my pleasure and a celebration of life on this crazy planet.

     

    HH!

  25. League reconstruction

     

     

    Doesn’t really have any affect on us …we will win the league by a country mile every year for the foreseeable future

     

     

    The others ..inc sevco …can do what suits them best

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