Celtic board getting a lot of grief for their silence on royal protests. I suspect their silence is because they have a plan of action. They’re going to shut down the standing section and banish the Green Brigade home and away for rest of the season.
Expect an announcement soon after the funeral. Maybe even tomorrow.
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they will know who traveeld to warsaw and to paisley.
to close the whole standing section would be a massive own goal.
several members of my family are in there, they are not physically involved in the banner holding, why should they be punished.
to pander to the establishment view on punishing protest, because it upsets the goons, well that would be a step too far for me personally. the club got £1000 from me over the two seasons cut short and not attended,
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TOM MCLAUGHLIN on 19TH SEPTEMBER 2022 11:50 AM
Celtic board getting a lot of grief for their silence on royal protests. I suspect their silence is because they have a plan of action. They’re going to shut down the standing section and banish the Green Brigade home and away for rest of the season.
Expect an announcement soon after the funeral. Maybe even tomorrow.
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they will know who traveeld to warsaw and to paisley.
to close the whole standing section would be a massive own goal.
several members of my family are in there, they are not physically involved in the banner holding, why should they be punished.
to pander to the establishment view on punishing protest, because it upsets the goons, well that would be a step too far for me personally. the club got £1000 from me over the two seasons cut short and not attended,
meanwhile sir rod has his own viewpoint.
My dad’s favourite poet:-
Alphonso Rex who died in Rome
Was quite a fistful as a kid;
For when I visited his home,
That gorgeous palace in Madrid,
The grinning guide-chap showed me where
He rode his bronco up the stair.
That stairway grand of marbled might,
The most majestic in the land,
In statured splendour, flight on flight,
He urged his steed with whip in hand.
No lackey could restrain him for
He gained the gilded corridor.
He burst into the Royal suite,
And like a cowboy whooped with glee;
Dodging the charger’s flying feet
The Chamberlain was shocked to see:
Imagine how it must have been a
Grief to Mother Queen Christina!
And so through sheer magnificence
I roamed from stately room to room,
Yet haunted ever by the sense
Of tragical dynastic doom.
The walls were wailing: Kings must die,
Being plain blokes like you and I.
Well, here’s the moral to my rhyme:
When memories more worthy fade
We find that whimsically Time
Conserves some crazy escapade.
So as I left I stood to stare
With humorous enjoyment where
Alphonso crashed the Palace stair.