Earlier this year I wrote that the pyrotechnics problem was one of the free rider. There are reputational and Uefa fine costs to Celtic, but the perpetrators hide among a crowd, so encounter no costs. Celtic pay the fines, Celtic fans, as a group, carry the reputational damage, those who create the problem act with impunity.
Two who set flares in Istanbul have been identified and banned by the club. This ban will prevent them attending away fixtures in Europe for a considerable time, but it will not prevent them walking through turnstiles at Celtic Park, or some other Scottish grounds. Celtic have announced that they are considering their position and may raise a civil action to recover fines imposed –aligning consequences with actions.
Whenever I hear someone ‘considering their position’ I don’t expect them to act. Those who act tend to only provide advanced notice when legally obliged to do so. There is a flip side to this, however. If Celtic raise an action the issue is dead – it will not happen again. If Celtic don’t raise an action it may well happen again. Steps to hide identities will be improved, perhaps making it impossible to identify another offender. The stock defence of football clubs, “We’ve done everything we could”, will not wash.
It’s only 12 years since 80,000 Celtic fans went to Seville and didn’t so much as spill a drink. What chance that now?
When they were at their peak, 1.2million miners went down the pits in Britain. Before the pits, the population of Lanarkshire was a fraction of what it is now. They build railways in the late 19th century, allowing coal to be taken to the cities and ports, and people were drawn to places like Bellshill, Motherwell, Coatbridge and Wishaw.
This subsequent years saw the greatest migration from Ireland to Scotland, and an enormous migration from rural to urban Scotland. People came to Lanarkshire to work in the coal industry, and to Glasgow and other surrounding towns to work related industries, like shipping and heavy engineering.
The work was almost always dirty, often dangerous and inevitably poorly paid. Poverty and its associated diseases, including social diseases, were difficult to escape. Even today, the twin towns of Hamilton (a market town established for centuries) and Motherwell (a 19th century town established by the coal and steel industries) are separated by a significant gap in employment opportunities, property values and wealth. Physically they are only two miles apart, you can walk between them in minutes.
Football was the real opium of the masses. They worked five and a half days a week, on their half day they went to a game. Entrance was cheap, even the poor could attend, all boys could play, all men could talk a good game (it remained a predominantly male pastime for decades).
Coal, and its by-products: railways and heavy industry, shaped the industrial towns of Scotland, Wales and much of England. Without it, cricket would be our national game (it was once popular even in Scotland). You wouldn’t have Celtic.
Today the last miner will emerge from a British pit, in Kellingley, North Yorkshire. The pits around Lanarkshire are long gone, and there are few bings left. Jobs now are cleaner and safer, but we’ve lost a link to something Celtic fans value more than most, our heritage.
Speaking of which, get to Celtic Park before 13:00 tomorrow. Wallow in the abundant heritage that is Billy McNeill!
We’re shipping same day from CQN Bookstore, but there’s not long left before Christmas!
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I’m happy with the results domestically and in general happy with the style of play. Not so happy with the rom of some players over the last half dozen game.
However, the point I was pondering this morning was this.
When was the last time we SCORED a late, late goal. It doesn’t need to be a winner or leveller in the 90+X minutes. Any goal after, say, the 85th?
It was a characteristic of many Celtic teams in the past and indeed a speciality of Martin O’Neill’s teams.
Oops, rom = form.
Good morning friends. East KIlbride is slowly awakening after another night of heavy constant rain which has finally subsided to just a drizzle. Still mild though so anoraks rather than fleeces today I’d suggest.
Disappointed to be missing the game this afternoon but a wee Christmas day/night away with Mrs Baldie and friends is a decent alternative.
Morrissey the 23rd
So sad ,l only new of Sean through your efforts on the bike ride seemed a tremendous man. RIP Sean Sweeney. Thoughts with his family.
HH
TSOAL and Morrissey the 23rd
Sad news, rest in peace Sean.
The conclusion drawn by MON on ‘losing the league in the last game is what matters’ only applies if ALL previous games were played according to the Laws of the game (some dubiety there re MIB) and in this case as per the Rules of Registration of Players. Had the latter been adhered to,the last game would have been irrelevant because ‘THEMS’ would have had numerous or all games declared 0-3 or most of the players would not have been near Ibrox,despite what LNS’s conclusion. Cheats never win (another fallacy or crock of shit if you prefer).
RIP Sean Sweeney. Will be at Mass soon and will pray for the repose of his soul. Thoughts and prayers with his family and the members of Coatbridge Emerald.
TOMMY GEMMELL HAILS BIG BILLY
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RIP Sean Sweeney, a Celt.
Morning all.
Coming over to Scotland tomorrow for the festivities and hoping to meet up with some good Tims, Cqners included.
Btw, which anorak won the quiz last night?
:-)
HH!!
It is a fitting tribute by the club to honour one of its greatest players today.
A lasting memorial to one of Celtic’s finest captains who epitomises everything that was and still is good about Celtic.
Appropriately, the statue will be placed at the front of the Celtic Way, guarding the entrance to Paradise.
On the 24th April 1965 , when Billy rose to head the winner against Dunfermline in the Scottish Cup Final things would never be the same again. The roar which greeted the goal lasted nine minutes until the final whistle, the crowds which embraced the team bus in the Gorbals on its way to the city centre knew it and the whole of Scotland knew it.
Celtic were on the rise, saved from mediocrity by Jock Stein and led on the field by Billy.
His contribution to the club, both as a player and manager, was outstanding and who else but Billy could have returned in our Centenary year and delivered a fairytale ending to the season.
The most iconic image from Celtic’s rich history is surely that of Billy standing, alone, high above the Estadio Nacional in Lisbon holding the giant trophy. A scene which will be captured forever to remind Celtic supporters, present and future, of his remarkable contribution to this wonderful football club.
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Billy was a winner, twice over in the coin toss which saw us eliminate Benfica in the 1969/1970 European Cup!. He scored 39 times for Celtic and when he did he was never on the losing side. Sent off only once in his career at Firs Park East Stirling.
Billy’s Celtic goals :-
4 March 1961 : Ayr United 1 Celtic 3 : League
3 March 1962 : Celtic 2 Dundee 1 : League
20 Sept 1962 : Raith Rovers 0 Celtic 2 : League (Billy scored with a penalty !)
24 April 1965 : Celtic 3 Dunfermline 2 : Scottish Cup Final
3 May 1965 : Celtic 3 Clyde 0 : Glasgow Cup
17 Nov 1965 : Celtic 2 Aarhus 0 : European Cup Winners Cup
2 Aug 1966 : Rangers (1872/3 – 2012) 0 Celtic 4 : Glasgow Cup
14 Sep 1966 : Celtic 6 Dunfermline 3 : League Cup
21 Sep 1966 : Dunfermline 1 Celtic 3 : League Cup
8 Mar 1967 : Celtic 2 Vojvodina Novi Sad 0 : European Cup
14 Oct 1967 : Partick Thistle 1 Celtic 5 : League
18 Oct 1967 : Celtic 1 Racing Club 0 : World Club Championship
24 Oct 1967 : Celtic 4 Motherwell 2 : League
16 Dec 1967 : Dundee 4 Celtic 5 : League
30 Dec 1967 : Celtic 3 Dunfermline 2 : League
6 Mar 1968 : Celtic 4 Aberdeen 1 : League
19 Oct 1968 : Celtic 2 St Johnstone 1 : League
9 Nov 1968 : Arbroath 0 Celtic 5 : League
30 Nov 1968 : Hibernian 2 Celtic 5 : League
29 Jan 1969 : Celtic 8 Partick Thistle 1 : Scottish Cup
22 Mar 1969 : Celtic 4 Morton 1 : Scottish Cup Semi Final
26 Apr 1969 : Celtic 4 Rangers 0 (1872/3 – 2012) 0 : Scottish Cup Final
18 Aug 1969 : Celtic 5 Raith Rovers 0 : League Cup
23 Aug 1969 : Airdrie 0 Celtic 3 : League Cup
27 Dec 1969 : Celtic 8 Partick Thistle 1 : League
13 Jan 1970 : Celtic 2 Hibernian 1 : League
25 Feb 1970 : Raith Rovers 0 Celtic 2 : League
7 Mar 1970 : Dundee United 0 Celtic 2 : League (Billy scored both goals)
16 Sep1970 : Celtic 9 Kokkola 0 : European Cup
23 Jan 1971 : Celtic 5 Queen of the South 1 : Scottish Cup
13 Mar 1971 : Cowdenbeath 1 Celtic 5 : League
4 Sep 1971 : Celtic 9 Clyde 1 : League
27 Oct 1971 : Dunfermline 1 Celtic 2 : League
20 Nov 1971: Celtic 2 Falkirk 0 : League
6 May 1972: Celtic 6 Hibernian 1 : Scottish Cup Final
21 Mar 1973 : Aberdeen 0 Celtic 1 : Scottish Cup
14 Apr 1973 : St Johnstone 1 Celtic 3 : League
16 Nov 1974 : Celtic 6 Airdrie 0 : League
Morning Bhoys a dry brighter morning here in Central Scotland I am looking forward to todays game come on you Bhoys in green.H.H.
Morning all.
Very wild and windy down here. Drizzling too. Hope things are better in Glasgow for the game.
Very windy right now in the east end of Glasgow with rainy spells predicted .
Rest in peace Sean
Martin and his mercenaries talk crap …
Gordon
Thanks for that.
Gordon @9.25am this morning. Well said. Those of us who were at Hampden that afternoon just knew that Celtic were on the move and if you remember that friendly played at Roker Park against Sunderland and the Glashow Cup tie at Ibrox ( Billy scored whilst I was stuck outside amongst the biggest ever Celtic support I have seen there )The size and expectancy amongst the Celtic support was palpable. Looking back down the years that sense of togetherness was only equalled around the Seville experience.
Enjoy the game today, my thoughts will be at Celtic Park at 1pm.
Good morning. Looking forward to the unveiling of a statue of a humble giant amongst us. A leader and an inspirer. I have had the good fortune to meet up with Billy and his lovely wife, Liz a few times over the last few years mainly through charity bits and pieces.
One of my favourite stories was when my youngest was still at nursery which was run by Billy’s son, and happened to be across the road from Billy’s house. Each morning, unbeknown to me, in order to help his son, Billy would bring across the sandwiches for the kids lunches . Niamh would tell me that a man called Billy used to bring her lunch everyday and then it clicked with me, who it was. I explained to her that this was no ordinary man, but the first British captain to lift the European Cup. I remember volunteering more often to drop her of at nursery :-)
Enjoy today
HH
CRC
Did anyone see the fragrant Sally Magnasson (sp?) on the TV last night expressing her delight at the footage of Big Billy lifting the European Cup?
PARKHEADCUMSALFORD on 19TH DECEMBER 2015 10:29 AM
Did anyone see the fragrant Sally Magnasson (sp?) on the TV last night expressing her delight at the footage of Big Billy lifting the European Cup?
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I did,and I agree.For her age ,Sally is indeed ,very fragrant.
Hoping Scott Allan gets his full home debut today.Hoping wee Leigh celebrates his new contract with at least a couple of goals.Hoping that Falkirk do Hibs and themselves a turn today.
Anyway,just looked at the weather forecast here for the rest of the month.Glorious sunshine,and 20 degrees.
Sun goes around 4.30 right enough,but beautiful.Great weather and watching the Hoops win.Paradise.
Today’s CQN Coupon
Awalkacrosstherooftops: Burton
Blantyretim: Barnet
Greenlion2: Brentford
Jobo Baldie: Inverness
Lennybhoy: Plymouth
PFayr: Hull
Pogmathonyahum: Ipswich
The Token Tim: Bradford
TURKEYBHOY. Griffths will not be in the squad today he still isnt fully recovered from his injury Cifti will be up front H.H.
CRC, Cowiebhoy, can one of you get a picture of Billy’s statue and send it to me please.
Day with family/driends today.
Football really hasn’t moved on at all. SMSM will moan and analyse why crowds across the country are low in this period! And no Chicko et al, it’s not because Sevco aren’t in the top league.
It is a family time of year now, shut the game down over Christmas, restart in February.
Gordon
Always great to read your posts
Your knowledge is fantastic
Sorry to hear sbout Sean Sweeney. I do not think I ever met him but condolences to his griends and family.
Enjoyed reading the quiz last night great stuff.
Take your babies to the unveiling of Kung Billy’s statue today. They will moan and be bored but in 50 years from now they will stand next to that statue and boast about it.
Hail Hail Billy Mc Neil
Crowds used to be bigger around Xmas. Now you here people say its too near Xmas! What are they doing? who wants to go shopping? You will be stuck with family enough over Xmas. Get to Parkhead with your other family!
Yesterdays straw poll , 10 regular attenders at celtic park, 6 of whom are sb holders.
only 3 will be at the game.
this is guys who live within 40 minutes of celtic park.
xmas duties, overnight stays, kids events, and my favorite “am just not allowed”,
fixture scheduling is just daft in scottish fitba,, the weekend before xmas should have a shut doon.
but a big well done to those who are able to attend,
and god bless the authentic king billy.
keep it lit
Billy McNeill is rightly honoured today as a man who is an essential part of Celtic and it’s history. Enjoy your days Bhoys and Ghirls of CQN who will be there in person to see Billy’s statue unveiled, a statue of a true Celtic hero in every sense of the word.
Rest In Peace Sean Sweeney and condolences to your family on this sad day.
Starry
Me and Wee BGFC looking forward to the game today, and seeing Ceasar again – a true legend, and there could be no better representative of Celtic – always felt he should have had an honorary role with the club.
Wee man sneaked online last night and got tickets for Stranraer, so looking forward to meeting some Irish CQN chaps and ladies in the vicinity in a couple of weeks!!
Hail, Hail, and get to the game if you can!!!!
BGFC & Wee BGFC
Yesterday when we had the link to a quite brilliant summary from BRTH Strandsky page
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE LIGHTS GOING OUT,
it gave me a chance to scroll around a bit and go back to some stories.
Hope you dont mind me copy and pasting here ………..
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18TH OCTOBER – FRANKIES STORY
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Sometime in the late 1980’s or early 1990’s Frankie walked into my then office in George Square in Glasgow.
He was brought in by another guy who was a friend and client and simply introduced – “This is Frankie!”
He was a couple of years younger than me, mid twenties maybe, had dirty reddish blonde hair, was of medium build with a red faced complexion which had seen a thousand bad nights and a thousand fights.
You didn’t need a B on one side of his face or a Z and an E on the other to know instantly that his eyes screamed the word BOOZE.
Frankie had been arrested, placed in a police cell, used his one call to call the other guy, who had been waiting outside the police station when he had eventually been released without charge several hours later.
Given that he had been released without charge, I listened to this tale but wondered what I, as a solicitor, could do for him and why he had been brought to see me.
“ It was me who suggested he comes to see you” said the other guy. “ You see, this will happen again, and when it does he will be charged and he will need someone other than the likes of me to be at the end of the phone. Besides he needs help with the DSS and his benefits as they are being withheld from him.”
Frankie said very little.
Over the next hour or so I discovered that Frankie was, in effect, homeless.
His background was a familiar one. A Father that drank, beat his mother, his siblings and himself. Frankie had left school without many qualifications, had found a job, been laid off, found another job, been laid off and on it went.
He had begun to drink his wages rather than go home to his parents’ home where all he remembered were bad experiences. He moved away, went down south, found a job, some digs, but eventually got laid off again.
He came back to Glasgow for his mother’s funeral, found his dad gone, and his siblings moved on but struggling.
He had found a job, stayed with a friend, but eventually had outstayed his welcome. He knew he drank too much, but part of him found it easier to drink than to face the fact that he was very much alone and had always felt he was dependent on other people – for a job and for a roof over his head.
Over the next few years I represented Frankie on a number of occasions.
Usually, he was arrested and charged with breach of the peace.
Why?
Because he was a vagrant. He slept rough, was boozed up, and was occasionally argumentative when police officers “moved him on”.
That’s what the police did back then; moved you on or charged you with a breach or some other minor offence when things didn’t go quite smoothly.
In those days, I used to take my turn as the duty legal aid solicitor at Glasgow District Court in Turnbull Street.
When the calendar headed towards December there would be an increase in the number of homeless people who were arrested, because some simply wanted to be “inside” for Christmas. In other cases, I am sure the police thought they were doing some of the homeless folk a favour by charging them with something and getting them inside and off the street.
They weren’t criminals as such, but some deliberately broke the law to get off the streets and a smartly concocted argument with a “polis” was always guaranteed to lead to the coppers eventually having enough and charging you with Breach of the Peace. If you had no abode and enough previous convictions for a similar offence, then you could guarantee that the magistrates would have no option but to sentence you to 7 days or 14 days or 28 days – or even just to deny you bail.
And that got you inside for Christmas or for a few nights at least.
To the best of my recollection, Frankie never played that game.
I can recall him getting a job as a kitchen porter and wearing his KP scrubs.
However, the wages were low, and there was a problem with getting him help with a council house or temporary accommodation. If he was on benefit then a room in a hostel or in a “licensed” B&B for the homeless or those on basic benefits could be found.
However, if he had a job, then the DSS, as it then was, couldn’t place him in a hostel or put him in a B&B.
So , even though he was working, Frankie slept rough.
He would finish his shift in the kitchen, gather his things together – he kept everything in a “roll bag” — and then find somewhere to kip for the night.
He regularly used the showers that were then available at Queen Street station, but no matter how often he did, the shower could never disguise that he was homeless.
Anyone who saw him would know that he was in effect what used to be called “A Tramp”.
He looked like a tramp no matter how hard he tried not to.
I knew he was going to AA meetings and was trying to get off the booze. However, it was clearly a hard struggle and every now and then he would fall off the wagon, would get boozed up and either lose his job or get arrested for being too drunk to simply move on when asked to do so by the police.
Back in those days, a lot of homeless folk would attempt to sleep outside Central station on Gordon street.
There were big grills there which allowed the heat to escape from the boilers and machinery which were housed underground. Loads of homeless people would hang about the city centre at night waiting for the time when they could hope to claim a space on those grills and get a warm sleep without being moved on by the police.
They often had to wait till the queue at the taxi rank died away.
Frankie slept there a few times, though in the summer months he would tend to sleep in Kelvingrove Park and then walk into town to whatever job he had.
I know of a famous Edinburgh QC who was found sleeping homeless in Gordon Street one night. He had a drink problem. He had left court for the day, gone to the pub and just got plastered. When he found he couldn’t get back to Edinburgh and literally did not have enough cash for a hotel, he simply gathered his coat around him, placed his bag of papers under his head and slept on the grills outside Central Station.
He was quite a gallous guy, drunk or sober, so he could pull that off if the police came.
But not Frankie.
When the police came he would quietly move on, or on occasion get into an argument if he was too drunk – in which case I would find him in the cells the next morning.
On those occasions he would be very depressed, hungover, fed up and fearful that whatever job he had would be gone.
On those occasions, there seemed to be no escape for Frankie. He was on his own, struggling with the booze, struggling with life, struggling with himself and on a never ending downward circle.
One day, and it took me a time to realise it had happened, I just never heard from him again!
When I was training to be a solicitor, I was taught that publicity is not a good thing. Clients don’t want to read in the paper that their lawyer did a brilliant job of acquitting them – they would prefer that other people never knew they had been accused of something in the first place.
I was also taught that sometimes, people don’t want other people to know that they have even consulted a lawyer about this trouble or that – whether its divorce, or debt, or a criminal charge or whatever – and over the years I have been introduced to people whom I have already met but for one reason or another have had to greet them as if I was meeting them for the first time.
Given that I gave up the practice of law some ten years ago now, that hasn’t happened to me in a long time.
These days, I am lucky enough to earn my living in such a way where I don’t need to visit police cells at unsociable hours, and if I am honest, I no longer face stories like Frankie’s other than on a voluntary basis.
No, these days, me and my cowboy boots can wander down Byres Road, enjoy a coffee, a slice of pizza and watch the world go by in between meetings and phone calls.
I am dead lucky.
However, I have never forgotten the Frankie’s of this world and Frankie was only one of many people I met over the years who were in a similar position.
A couple of months ago, the cowboy boots took me on the usual walk down Byres Road on a sunny afternoon.
I was headed for my favourite coffee shop where the espresso is good and I could sit at a big glass window and look out on the world as I made my next phonecall and got on with my day.
As I walked down the road towards Partick, I was just taking in the Byres Road vibe, watching the world go by, looking in the charity shop windows ( you get a good range of interesting stuff displayed in the charity shops on Byres Road ) when something caught my eye.
Walking in the opposite direction, engaged in conversation with someone else, was Frankie.
I had not seen him in decades – and to be honest – I presumed he was dead.
As we walked towards one another, our eyes met for the briefest second. I am not sure if he recognised me or not, but I sure as hell recognised him.
The reddish/blonde hair was touched with grey now but still evident.
His complexion still made him look weathered and older than his years, but you didn’t need a G and D either side of his eyes to read GOOD in his face.
Frankie, was doing good.
Of course, I didn’t stop and introduce myself and ask how he was doing. That might have brought up a past his companion knew nothing about and which might cause a problem.
But my curiosity was peaked and so I did something that I am not conscious of doing at any other time in my entire life.
I turned on my cowboy booted heel and ever so discreetly followed Frankie and his companion back up the crowded street.
I just wanted to confirm for myself what I had read in those eyes – namely that Frankie was doing good.
I was able to walk just a few yards behind them and in that two hundred yards I heard Frankie say more than I had ever heard him say in my life.
He chatted away, was confident in what he said, shared a joke and was in control of what was clearly a chat with a friend.
He had a satchel slung over his shoulder, and, by the looks of it, it contained papers, books and the kind of things a student or an office worker might carry.
There was no bedroll, no spare clothes, or sleeping bag in sight.
There was no suggestion of anything other than sobriety and contentment in his demeanor.
Everything said Frankie was doing good and that Frankie had a home – somewhere!
My legal training was, in the main, provided by a man who was an alcoholic. He himself had beaten the booze, but would always have his own insecurities and demons. He was, undoubtedly, one of the best men I will ever meet though he was not, and never claimed to be, perfect.
One of the most important things he ever taught me about the vulnerable in society was that there was always “hope” and that even when things might seem hopeless for someone, there is always the possibility that things will turn around if that someone just gets a helping hand and finds a bit of courage.
Clearly, somehow, somewhere, Frankie had received that helping hand and had found that courage to move on,
Frankie is doing good!
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I hope anyone reading the above story enjoyed it.
The only piece of fiction in the entire piece is, of course, that Frankie is not the real name of the person involved. Other than that every single word is true.
One of the great sayings I have hung onto over the years is the following:
“In order to comfort the disturbed – first, you have to disturb the comfortable”.
On 14th November I am giving up the comfort of my own bed and the roof over my head which I take for granted every single night in life.
I am going to sleep “rough” for just one night in an attempt to raise some money for the Frankie’s of this world of whom there are far too many.
The number of homeless people in our society is on the increase and we are returning to the bad old days of the 1980’s and the 1990’s whereby there is little or no help for people trapped in their situation.
My sleepout is being organised through the Celtic FC Charity Foundation.
If you enjoyed any aspect of the above story, or indeed any of the other stories I have written on the Strandsky Tales and Stories Pages, then please donate something to the my donate page that I link below.
A couple of pounds would be great and if you can spare more then that would be even better, However, every penny counts here and no matter how great or small any donation may be, it is greatly received and hugely appreciated.
All the money raised will go to help people like Frankie – with food, toiletries, underwear or whatever – and maybe, just maybe, it will help someone in a way that money just can’t buy.
I hope, that the above story has disturbed you in the nicest possible way.
No matter who you are, or what the circumstances might be …… there is always hope.
Thanks for reading.
BIG GEORGES FAN CLUB – HAIL, HAIL, WEE OSCAR on 19TH DECEMBER 2015 11:29 AM
Me and Wee BGFC looking forward to the game today, and seeing Ceasar again – a true legend, and there could be no better representative of Celtic – always felt he should have had an honorary role with the club.
Wee man sneaked online last night and got tickets for Stranraer, so looking forward to meeting some Irish CQN chaps and ladies in the vicinity in a couple of weeks!!
Hail, Hail, and get to the game if you can!!!!
BGFC & Wee BGFC
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hello you pair of rascals.
I voted for ” Wee BGFC” as my CQN contributor of the year.
I love the comments, and the innocence of the bhoy, its all about being a supporter, a real supporter, who just wants to be there and see the Celtic,
The search for tickets, going to grounds for the first time, post match insights on how good everyone was.
Well done you 2.
Parkheadcumsalford on 19th December 2015 10:29 am
Did anyone see the fragrant Sally Magnasson (sp?) on the TV last night expressing her delight at the footage of Big Billy lifting the European Cup?
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I saw that. Remarkable, becasue I’d thought she was a Hun – certainlt read the Huns on FF claim her as one of their own for some Celtic CL draw comment a couple of years ago they took as derisory towards us.
But now, after last night, joy that she may be a Tim after all. And even better, a Tim with a stupendous rack.
Condolences to those who knew Sean Sweeney. May he rest in peace and may perpetual light shine upon his soul.
To those going to the unveiling of the statue….there’s only one and he doesn’t have a horse.
HH big Billy.
MaraDominic, do you want to come around to mine and tell my kids they aren’t getting to have this day with me? Long running family traditions are to be treasured mhate, not discarded because of a game.
It’s not a shopping day! Thankfully:-)
Spain has the right idea. Shut football down over the festive season and crowds will rise at other times.
Christmas is for family, not football.
RIP Sean Sweeney top mhan.HH
Not really a big fan of fireworks in the crowd. However the fines from uefa are not a response that will stop them. The club are considering an action againsts the fans who set them off? Yet dont seem to have taken any action to recover losses when the huns took their CL spot and cash. Hmmmmm
Its only 12 years since seville…..spilling a drink etc.
On the pitch how are we doing 12 years later?
TAMRABAM on 19TH DECEMBER 2015 12:02 PM
Its only 12 years since seville…..spilling a drink etc.
On the pitch how are we doing 12 years later?
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Going for a ten in a row, :))
1-0 Falkirk. First minute penalty (that wasn’t)