It’s difficult to say for sure if Stjarnan are the worst team I’ve seen Celtic play but they are there or there about. They defended resolutely, have a good goalkeeper and scored a fine goal, but they are no Arbroath.
Ronny will be annoyed at the loss of the early goal. I always think of San Marino’s opening goal against England on these occasions. This was back in the 90s, when San Marino weren’t the team they are now (cough). England took kick off but found themselves a goal down after 7 seconds. They lost a sloppy goal because they were far too complacent, as did Celtic last night.
One thing which will be clear to all is the focus on goal Leigh Griffiths brought when he came on. It will be tempting to contrast this to Nadir Ciftci, who looked (and was) less potent, but Leigh’s first sight of goal came as a result of Nadir’s work. I suspect both benefit from being able to play off a partner.
The passing looked better last night and it was good to see the lungs remained productive until late in the game. We now have a big week of preparation ahead of the next round.
Delighted to see the Celtic Foundation on the shirts last night, well done to all concerned. The Foundation should feature more prominently in everything we do (fans and club). And if you’ve got a pair of trainers, sign up for the Great Scottish Run.
Just caught news of Newco’s £175k bid for Scott Allan. Define overinvestment, to use local parlance.
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The Malta toms have their flags up as they go to penalties v west ham
Malta tims even
NZB looks like you’re about the only one on here still talking to me.
My take on this
buy scott Allan
Celtic
loan him back to Hibernian
immediately
Haunbassasindamejiatryintocheat
Greatestleagueintheworld representatives taken to penalties by Maltese opposition
Astra await the winners
Can any of the great technophobes on here help Mrs TB.She has downloaded KODI,but all she is getting is the sound,no picture.Driving her nuts.
Anyone help?.
weet weet weet(gbwo)
21:44 on 23 July, 2015
My mates wife went to Celtic Park to buy him a brick with his name on it for his birthday
She then asked if they would put Tiocfaidh ár lá on it
She couldn’t understand why they said no ;)
HH
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I hope Mr ar la wasn’t too offended!
HH jamesgang
turkeybhoy
I have to hand you that one, no quotes from Scott Allan that he said such a thing. However, if he was quick to say a wee while back he wanted to see out his Hibs Contract. Why not come out today or this evening and reiterate this and or to clear up the misreporting in the MSM that he has told Hibs he wants to join sevco…just saying.
I am no expert in body language but have a certain degree of experience when someone is trying to dodge the issue and watching Alan Stubbs in interview he in my opinion was doing exactly that, when asked about Scott Allan.
As you said earlier, all about opinions.
Keep the Faith!
Hail Hail!
squire danaher @ 21:28 on 23 July, 2015
Nice to see you commenting on Celtic.
http://www.celticquicknews.co.uk/?p=17691&cpage=7#comment-2634786
Or maybe not.
I was wondering if we could link up the most excellent CQN app with the famous CQN mobile ringtone….now that would just be perfection no?!
hrvatski jim
By the time I got to the end of the epic tome I’d actually forgotten whose name was at the top!
Poor hrvatski jim’s getting it right I thought.
Hope he’s not offended.
Wonder who wrote all this mad stuff. It’s actually pretty funny…….
Scroll back up to find……… Doh!
;-)
HH jamesgang
lennon’s passion
22:15 on
23 July, 2015
https://twitter.com/celticrumours/status/624317875700961280
Very good.The mind boggles.Who the fek would employ him as a footballer.
Interesting that the SMSM had us”Bullying “Dudee Unt about Ciftci.
Seems one month “Tapping”and two days putting in ludicrous bids is ok.
I really fekin hate them.
paisley bhoy
22:26 on 23 July, 2015
Parding Me??
Aberdour tomorrow a long but enjoyable day.
Until we meet again…
Keep the Faith!
Hail Hail!
Somebody better help me with this KODI problem.I have told the wife”Nae bother doll,see oan ma blog,they are awe geniuses at this kind a stuff”
Right offski good night all
Weefra
Hope to see you on Sat sir,hugs tae you and the boss
Edinburgh Evening News 21:56Thursday 23 July 2015
Scott Allan latest: ‘No request to leave Hibs’
It was claimed that Allan had indicated his desire to leave for Rangers in “discussions held with club officials” but, the News has been told, no such request was made, while Stubbs will today reinforce Hibs’ determination to ensure he sees out the final year of his contract.
Turkeybhoy
Send out an AoW beacon,he may be around somewhere ,
Ps did someone not post a you tube step by step guide to them,sorry i cant help I cant even tune a telly :)))
In the words of Turnbull Hutton and diplomacy
Scott Allen – away and gies piece, from what I seen of Hibs on the TV, will not get near our 1st team, Dylan Mcgeoch when fit and playing at end of season, was a better player as was Frazer Fyvie in the Hibs team
Who do any of you see him replacing ? On the bench
Get a grip CQN :-)
Hail Hail
Turkeybhoy
All I can say is it’s very good when working but as aow sold it loaded even I could work it
Sorry I can’t help
I know they are scum.The world knows it,but sometimes they even give scum a bad name.
plumbGER
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Johnstone Burgh, on 23 Jul 2015 – 9:52 PM, said:
He doesn’t have the balls to try and deny Allan his move imo
Hahaha literally
Fekin lowlife vermin.
Turkeybhoy
I did have a problem yesterday until I realised that when I checked my settings I wasn’t online via the wi fi
Thats it from me tonight.Thanks for the replies.
Nite all.
Hail Hail.
Evening folks and Hail Hail.
Anyone been to the Old Orchard Beach area of Maine in USA? If so, any restaurant recommendations?
Going there in couple of weeks after spending some time in St John New Brunswick in Canada.
Offensive Behaviour at Beach Ball?
The Maltese Apocrypha
Part 2: Parrot Fashion
Preface
Uniquely amongst European jurisdictions, Scotland recently introduced a law that blurs the distinction between what constitutes a criminal offence and what gives rise to personal offence.
The Offensive Behaviour at Football and Threatening Communications (Scotland) Act 2012 passed into statute the concept that a criminal offence is committed if a person acts in a manner “that a reasonable person would be likely to consider offensive”. The law is applicable only in the domain of football, and an offence is committed whether or not persons likely to be offended by the behaviour in question actually witness it.
An unintended consequence of the new law is an emerging phenomenon whereby football fans listen intently to live radio and television broadcasts of matches involving rival teams, and attempt to identify songs or chants that they might claim to be offended by. Thus, Scottish Football is now characterised in part by a parallel, less noble competition in which grown men compete to find offence in the songs and chants of supporters of rival teams at matches they are not themselves attending.
In the process, defining what is and what ought to be offensive has degenerated into a puerile game of tit-for-tat between rival supporters, police and prosecutors, played out in the criminal courts in front of increasingly vexed Sheriffs.
The working class game of football that gave rise to the culture of “Come on over here if you think you’re hard enough” has spawned a generation of supporters seemingly so in touch with their sensitive side as to be the spiritual heirs of the National Viewers’ and Listeners’ Association.
In this context…
Parrot Fashion
One of the charms of holidaying in Gozo is living cheek by jowl with the Gozitans, lovely people. This is by no means a purpose built package holiday resort, rather more a Mediterranean Arran, with the beauty of the island enjoyed by tourist and resident alike.
Thus our apartment block, overlooking the terraced harbour of the old fishing village of Qbajjar, in addition to providing holiday accommodation for our family – me, my wife and son – is home to number of local families: parents and kids; fishermen and insurance brokers; cats and parrots.
Yes, parrots. Or more accurately, a parrot and a mynah bird, who live in their own cages on the balcony opposite us.
Each evening they like to sing and whistle. Whether to themselves, each other, or the rest of the block is not known, but sing and whistle they do, and some fine tunes at that.
The parrot will start the performance with a wolf whistle. The mynah bird responds with a verse of “Happy Birthday”. The parrot then goes into a segue of exotic whistles and caws, the mynah upstaging him with the chorus from My World by Tim Kay – presumably his owner is an avid viewer of ‘Jamie Oliver at Home’.
The whole repertoire goes on for about an hour each evening before the pair of them finish up the night by taking requests.
Over recent evenings, my son has taken to requesting the chorus of “With Cat-like Tread” from the classic Gilbert and Sullivan opera Pirates of Penzance. He’s got rather eclectic taste in music you understand, notwithstanding that this popular tune was adopted decades ago by supporters of Celtic FC as a club anthem, the very club the boy supports.
Of course, he has had to spend some time each evening whistling the chorus across the yard such that the birds could pick up the tune, but sure enough, after 4 evenings of dedicated tutoring, and to great delight, the wee yellow billed mynah bird picked it up and carried it off pitch perfectly.
Saturday is changeover day in Gozo, and a new family arrived on holiday at the apartments, a Scots couple with their teenage son and daughter. It’s a long trek from Scotland, an early morning departure for a 3½ hour flight followed by a coach ride across Malta, before the ferry to Gozo and onwards to Qbajjar. We had spotted the new family arriving late in the afternoon, hauling their cases and bags from the main road up the narrow cobbled boat path to the reception, and it was clear that the combination of travel fatigue and the Mediterranean summer heat had taken its toll on our new friends.
While the kids were eager to drop their bags and get onto the beach, the parents looked somewhat less energetic. The man’s polo shirt had apparently shrunk, a middle aged spread bursting out below a top that was a duotone butterfly print rendered in pure sweat. Harsh words were sent in the direction of the kids, by now in the sea, bags abandoned on the boat path.
His wife was in little better mood: Dragging her case across the cobbles, heels and wheels clacking like errant castanets, her face pink and puffy following the long journey and the stuffy coach ride. The humidity had clearly taken its toll on the tangle of seaweed that was the poor woman’s hair. It was impossible not to feel for her.
That evening, while enjoying our by now customary aperitifs in the harbour-side bar below the apartment, the newcomers came in and took up an adjacent table. It was clear that a couple of hours in their air conditioned apartment, a nap, perhaps a glass of wine, had quite restored the pair of them. Indeed, she was utterly transformed, the very vision of East Kilbride elegance in a printed summer dress and slingback sandals, the beautifully shaped hair framing a perfectly made up face. Thank god for GHDs. What an effort. What a result. Brava!
She and I exchanged a polite smile as her husband ordered their drinks from Benard, our charming host. At the time I made nothing of his odd reaction to being served a Magners cider rather than the Dry Blackthorn he had requested. Perhaps the hot Maltese sun and cold Cisk lager had dulled my instincts. Perhaps I had left them far behind in Glasgow.
Nevertheless, everything seemed as it ought to be as we supped our drinks and chatted, the turquoise harbour water lapping the stone terraces in front of us. A perfect evening.
On cue, the birds started up, moving through their repertoire of whistles and caws, Happy Birthdays and Jamie Oliver numbers. The newcomers were quite taken by the performance, the two birds receiving great attention and applause from our new friends, each song recognised and whistled along to in turn.
Until…
Until, lapping up the fuss and attention from the audience, the little mynah bird launched into a rousing chorus of “With Cat-like Tread”.
There was a gasp from the next table. A cough. A splutter. A dramatic splatter of cider, followed by a screech, the dreadful screech of a woman ruined. I turned in alarm. The poor dear was covered in her husband’s Magners, the hair devastated, the gargled cider dripping down her face, her makeup melting in the slabber. With her mouth set in a trembling, dumbfounded gape, she looked for all the world as though she had just been dunked head first in the harbour.
It was really rather funny. Indeed my son went off on one, bent over double trying to keep the laughter in. Of course, this set off me and my wife, the pair of us, hands slapped across mouths, choking back the laughter for dear life. To no avail whatsoever. We were, in the vernacular, pishing ourselves.
The infection quickly took hold of the other guests in the bar, the Gozitan fishermen and insurance brokers, the Dutch and the German tourists, parents and children alike, and the whole place rocked with laughter. Poor Benard, waving his serving cloth in vain around the stricken woman, was quite affronted.
The fellow at the next table, recovering from his coughing fit, was now standing, pointing in turn at the bird cage, at his wife and at us: “That!” he exclaimed. “That’s… That’s SECTARIAN!”
It was a curiously sobering moment. I caught my wife’s eye as it slowly dawned on us quite what had occurred. I looked at my boy, then at the mynah bird, and again at my wife. The three of us turned to face the fellow on his feet and his poor, drookit wife, and we simply creased up. Stomach-cramping, table-rattling, knicker-wetting laughter bounced out of the bar and echoed off the harbour buildings around us.
The man’s bewilderment turned to anger, puce faced, finger jabbing anger:
“Look what you’ve done!” he yelled.
“You people. Look what you’ve done!”
“You’ve corrupted a Mynah!”
Famous quotes you will never hear:
“I wouldn’t want to sign anyone who wanted to sign for us…”
Groucho Warburton.
Turkeybhoy
The play offs were a two leg affair :-)
Glendaly
Excellent
the battered bunnet @ 22:53 on 23 July, 2015
“Offensive Behaviour at Beach Ball?”
OK, time for you and a few other writers on here getting a cqn short story collection out. There is a gap in the market.
The battered bunnet
Had to come out of lurking to say thanks for that. Cheered me up no end. Great read.
HH
Turkeybhoy- if you still lurking….
Tell your missus to do the following
Click on System
from the menu that appears click again on ‘system’ usually at the bottom.
Next click on ‘Audio output’
At the top of the list on the right you’ll see ‘Audio output device’
(It’s usually set to default)
Click on that and look for your TV or laptops speakers.
Click on the one you have and OK.
That should sort it.
If it doesn’t just do a quick search on you-tube as Kodi is well supported.
Good luck.
Anyone out there got a view on Titan bars from Aldi?
They are very like wee MARS® Bars, though MARS® seem to be doing their best to shrink towards the Titan.
At 6 X 38g for 59p it seems like very good value to me.
I’m thinking of coming up with a new Scottish delicacy; the deep fried Titan.
It is also time for the long-term partnership that the SFA has with MARS® be replaced with Titan.
TBB
How I love that tale – an excuse to c&p it and post the link to a few FFers!
https://youtu.be/WdJg6Duzzf4
“………….. what the hell do we care!”
The Battered Bunnet
22:53 on
23 July, 2015
as they say in le tour
chapeau doffed :-)))
made me smile
HH
paisley bhoy
Remember Texan bars?
Good on the old taste buds
Bad on the old teeth
Great for dentists!
And cabanas. And mint cracknel. And Vienna wafer biscuits!
Peckish now!
HH jamesgang
TBB … thanks for that! :)
Why r celtic letting that rodent referee the game on Saturday. He cheated us last year and we r now paying him. No wonder the sfa think celtic r soft. Cracking story about the lady wanting he name on the brick. Lol. Hail hail all.