No excuses, please, Brendan

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As a rule, I don’t like managers complaining about the pitch, the weather (Barbara is blowing in Hamilton right now), the ball or anything else prior to a game. Experience suggests if you give players an excuse to underperform, they’ll grab it with both hands.

The pitch at the Superseal (save us) Stadium Hamilton is more than adequate for a football match, let’s get on with it.

After a run of solid results Accies came off the rails in the last two games, losing narrowly to the top two: 1-0 away to Celtic then 1-2 to Newco in Hamilton. These are not the games which are important for Hamilton but losing twice by a single goal will sting. Barricades will be reinforced for Celtic tomorrow.

Brendan Rodgers has managed his squad subliminally well this month, resting players throughout but still putting a team on the field to win all, apart from the 1-1 away in the Champions League. He’ll know that anything less than 100% tomorrow brings the real risk of dropped points, so I’m far from sure he’ll be in the mood to rest anyone.

It’s been a couple of weeks since we saw images of Kieran Tierney back training. When he went through his operation we were told it would be January before we’d see him back, but he’s a fit lad, I wonder if he’ll be ready for 20 minutes on the magnificently smooth Lanarkshire surface.

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  1. Aw ya fannies, message and forward this!

     

     

     

    As we gather in the chapel here in old Kilmainham Jaill

     

    I think about these past few weeks, oh will they say we’ve failed?

     

    From our school days they have told us we must yearn for liberty

     

    Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here with me

     

     

    Oh Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger

     

    They’ll take me out at dawn and I will die

     

    With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger

     

    There won’t be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

     

     

    Now I know it’s hard for you my love to ever understand

     

    The love I shared for these brave men, the love for my dear land

     

    But when glory called me to his side down in the GPO

     

    I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go

     

     

    Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger

     

    They’ll take me out at dawn and I will die

     

    With all my love I’ll place this wedding ring upon your finger

     

    There won’t be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

     

     

    Now as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking too

     

    On this May morn as I walk out, my thoughts will be of you

     

    And I’ll write some words upon the wall so everyone will know

     

    I loved so much that I could see his blood upon the rose.

     

     

    Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger

     

    They’ll take me out at dawn and I will die

     

    With all my love I’ll place this wedding ring upon your finger

     

    There won’t be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

     

    For we must say goodbye

  2. https://youtu.be/GWAC4UeWGd0

     

     

    New Gold Dream

     

    Brendan Rodgers CSC

     

     

    New Gold Dream

     

    She is the one in front of me, the siren and the ecstasy

     

    New Gold Dream

     

    Crashing beats and fantasy, setting sun in front of me

     

    New Gold Dream

     

    And the world goes hot

     

    And the cities take

     

    And the beat goes crashing

     

    All along the way

     

    She is your friend until the ocean breaks

     

    And when you dream, dream in the dream with me

     

    And when you dream, dream in the dream with me

     

    81 – 82 – 83 – 84

     

    81 – 82 – 83 – 84

     

    New Gold Dream

     

    Sun is set in front of me, worldwide on the widest screen

     

    New Gold Dream

     

    Burning bridge and ecstasy, crashing beats and fantasy

     

    Dream in the dream with

     

    And the world goes hot

     

    And the cities take

     

    And the…

     

     

    For BT who sings his own version much like me…HH

  3. Gordybhoy64 11.32pm

     

     

    Cheers but no need at all…..after I post I read back for a few minutes….if some lurker/poster feels I have bad mouthed their city fair play, obviously the bit with me not going into the town, (even though Celtic Park still isn’t in the toon)!maybe that’s more to do with the poster….

     

     

    I dislike the Mod / Mod 2 or soon to be Mod 3…. Why not delete if Lee Wallace puts a request in ?

     

     

    For me just move onto the next post

     

     

    Eff Glasgow (my place of employment since 1988 (not a bad year) )

  4. What is the Stars on

    Gordybhoy

     

     

    I know what you mean,however I felt safe enough..I was with my wife and as the Duke of Wellington said about the Inniskillen Dragoons ..” I dont know what they do to the enemy but they frighten the hell out of me”…..thats a joke by the way….My wifes a lady

  5. macjay1 for Neil Lennon on

    DELANEYS DUNKY on 23RD DECEMBER 2016 11:41 PM

     

    Macjay

     

     

     

    When did you become a Cyrus Vance or Henry Kissinger type??? Hahaha

     

     

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    I`ve always been good with the ladies , mate.

     

    :-)

     

     

    Self delusional CSC

  6. Gordy

     

     

    Ma wee mammy aint so good. Had to take her to QEU Hospital tonight. Chest infection making her doolally when I arrived tonight. Looking like she is in for Christmas. Best place for her but bad time. A&E was crazy tonight. We were the only two sober there.

  7. GORDON64 on 23RD DECEMBER 2016 11:39 PM

     

     

    Mod 2 CQN is now deleting posts that are considered ‘unwarranted’. Ridiculous stuff. Hh

     

     

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    Mod2 could we delete this “unwarranted” post

  8. It may just be me, but with each passing Stephen Craigan master class in ‘expert punditry’, a long forgotten memory of an encounter with an equal ‘practitioner of pointlessness’ resonates in my blackened soul.

     

     

    Forty Four years ago and there we sat, separated by 3 ft of highly polished mahogany.

     

     

    On the wall behind his head, just below the meshed window, a clock’s hands edged towards mid-day, the second hand stuttering towards the twelve as the smoke from his cigarette rose and stank the room like the bad odour of a guilty conscience.

     

     

    This was my high noon and I was Will Kane. He was Frank Miller. (I can’t remember his real name, and I’m sort of glad. Recalling it would give it some importance and he deserves any status as much as that he granted me. So Frank Miller will do)

     

     

    Twelve O’Clock came silently.

     

     

    He must have been an early prototype of Willie Collum with eyes in his Monkish bald spot.

     

     

    “Well?” He remarked, his head not raising to even acknowledge my presence. Ignore the ‘?’ at the end of that utterance by the way; I wasn’t really a question or a request. Mid-day was his regular time for these meetings or audiences, and rather than have a clock chiming its arrival, he marked it with a “Well?”

     

     

    He wouldn’t have heard a response anyway. He didn’t really want to hear it; he definitely wouldn’t have listened and ‘God Forbid’ that he would have altered his response.

     

     

    Mind you, I’ve always had a feeling for when I’m being treated like a bit of grit in a hastily applied dollop of haemorrhoid cream, so I stored it in my memory banks for later and attempted to make my point anyway.

     

     

    And then the sermon began. I tried to listen; I tried to relate what he was saying to the situation I had outlined. But to be honest, Klingon made more sense.

     

     

    This would be his method, his plan, his rules, delivered in that the same tone that comes from dragging a coffin over gravel or tipping a sack of rusty cans down a bin chute while he is really thinking “I hope the wife has cleaned the dog-shite off my steel heeled brown brogues”.

     

     

    “You never listened to what I said” I interjected.

     

     

    He ignored me.

     

     

    “You are just a ferkin Janny” (No insult intended to Janitors across this world, but I was trying to goad him)

     

     

    For a moment he carried on…and then silence.

     

     

    “What did you f…..n say?”

     

     

    The gunfight was over. I don’t think I won but I didn’t lose, and that was a sort of victory in a way.

     

     

    Ever since that first meeting with the Governor of Swansea jail to plead my case for better remand conditions, I have treated people who don’t listen, don’t watch, have no interest in understanding and have such an inflated ego that the only relief is to fart through their mouths, with that same response.

     

     

    And that in a nutshell is Stephen Craigan…whatever he says seems rehearsed; it doesn’t relate to what is happening in front of his and our eyes, but come what may, irrespective of the deep dark cul-de-sacs of irrelevant gobbledygook he finds himself trapped in, he goes ahead and says it.

     

     

    And there I am, trying to strangle him with the powers an imaginary but telekinetic scarf while dancing round the living room shouting “You’re just a ferkin Janny!”. (Note…that is an equally apt spoonerism)

     

     

    Oh and he is anything but the worst; after all some of them haven’t even qualified for an interview for the next janitorial vacancy! I’ll deal with them at a future date.

     

     

    Of course, as I say, it may just be me.

     

     

    Hail Hail

     

     

    Matt

  9. WITS,

     

    had my first night out in Glasgow last weekend,

     

    works do otherwise i wouldnt have been there,

     

    and had 2 clowns trying to cause bother as i waited for a taxi

  10. :-) Merry Christmas to all good Tims!

     

     

    It won’t be long until “you did this”. Then you can feel good about your conscience.

     

    Meanwhile the Dave Clark 5 get more recognition than there talent ever deserved.

     

    And you’ve got……An on leave Gardner…

     

    Probably better if the Broomloan End tell them they’ve got Joe Garner! :-)

  11. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassss

     

     

    Taxman comment on verse 2

     

     

    “Some folks are born silver spoon in hand

     

    Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh

     

    But when the taxman comes to the door

     

    Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes”

  12. Roy C

     

     

    Fourgreenfields for our very own FGF

     

     

    Am sure if he is not sleeping he might be lurking

  13. Celtic Squad App v Hamilton Accies

     

    06 Games 3 Shut Outs Craig Gordon

     

    01 Games 0 Shut Outs Logan Bailly

     

    12 Games 0 Goals Scott Brown

     

    07 Games 0 Goals Emilio Izaguirre

     

    06 Games 6 Goals Leigh Griffiths

     

    06 Games 4 Goals Kris Commons

     

    05 Games 1 Goals James Forrest

     

    05 Games 1 Goals Nir Bitton

     

    04 Games 1 Goals Mikael Lustig

     

    04 Games 0 Goals Stuart Armstrong

     

    04 Games 0 Goals Gary MacKay Steven

     

    03 Games 1 Goals Callum McGregor

     

    03 Games 1 Goals Tom Rogic

     

    03 Games 0 Goals Efe Ambrose

     

    02 Games 1 Goals Dedryck Boyata

     

    02 Games 1 Goals Liam Henderson

     

    02 Games 0 Goals Erik Sviatchenko

     

    02 Games 0 Goals Jozo Simunovic

     

    02 Games 0 Goals Scott Allan

     

    01 Games 0 Goals Kieran Tierney

     

    01 Games 0 Goals Patrick Roberts

     

    01 Games 0 Goals Moussa Dembele

     

    01 Games 0 Goals Saidy Janko

     

    01 Games 0 Goals Ryan Christie

  14. Thanks Bhoys, wee Molly could be doing with prayers just now. She was saying a rosary on her beads when I left her earlier.

  15. BOBBY MURDOCH'S CURLED-UP WINKLEPICKERS on

    An on-form Roy Croppie hits the target more often than Joe Garner.

     

     

    If he was ours,we’d be moaning about a waste of £1.8m but because he’s a thug,he’s a hero in their eyes.

     

     

    Funny old game,funny old world…

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