The last minute goal fell Celtic’s way at the weekend but Wednesday’s opponents, Ajax, were on the receiving end of the sucker punch, losing to a last minute goal at home to Vitesse, just a week after a goalless draw at home to joint bottom Waalwijk. The Dutch champion’s only win in their last five games was at home to lower league opposition six days ago.
So what does this mean for Celtic? It means Ajax have found various ways not to approach the Celtic game. The last thing teams need ahead of a crucial game is an easy or flattering result, far better to show up your mistakes.
If Celtic take the lead, we might find Ajax confidence sinks rapidly, but they will approach the game full of focus, dangerous and with a point to prove.
It’s Christmas time…….
The Celtic FC Foundation (new name for Celtic Charity) Christmas Appeal has been launched. The 125 Anniversary activities have considerably reenergised the Celtic Movement in getting back to where is all started – looking after those in need.
The Christmas Appeal aims to provide 150 local families who would otherwise go without, a Christmas meal, with gifts for younger kids.
The Celtic support will be helping people through Glasgow East Women’s Aid, Spirit Aid, the Glasgow Simon Community, Loaves and Fishes, The Wayside Club, Glasgow City Mission and Lodging House Mission.
Details of how to help online, and in person, are available here.
Offensive Behaviour Act
Scottish Parliament Justice Committee convenor, Christine Grahame, has agreed to discuss an Early Review of the Act on the agenda for tomorrow’s Justice Committee meeting. Three members of the Committee are already committed to a Review, details on how to contact others on the committee – it has to be today, they meet tomorrow – are available here, on the Trust website.
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sannabhoy
13:23 on 4 November, 2013
Thanks for the information. Much appreciated.
Got a new iPad today……doo, doo….doo, doo
Hun skelper,
Meanwhile your looking forward to going to see their offspring
Got a new iPad today……doo, doo….doo, doo
Twisty – EW of course, mate!
TTTTchickenCSC
Hahahaha…posted twice…..getting used to it
67H – that predictive text is a right pain, eh?! :-)
T4
Butcher has agreed personal terms with Hibs apparently. Is this a step up from ICT?
Butcher to manage Hibs?
I’ll be honest. I didn;t see that coming…
Tttt
Ach 5/2 each way…nae chance. The nose:-))
Gordon_J : “sleeping giants” lol
Apparently, ICT will refuse Hibs permission to speak to the bold Terry.
How you doing, still attending loads of gigs?
T4
When you’re back Gerry -would agree about stokes n pukki not being great together-just hope all are available-just wonder if lennie will be a bit bold .
Anybody any updates on how tony watt’s doing -hope he comes back stronger
Twisty – got 18’s the win and 5’s the place with Bet365!
T4
4-5-1 with Stokes running the channel first half and Balde repeating in the second…….
Its Ajax’s game to chase…….we sit tight….dominate the middle third…and run them down.
Possession counts for hee haw in your own third…unless you are two to the good.
If we don’t take take something from the game its our own fault for not working hard enough…..Ajax are nothing special………..certainly nowhere near the level of abilty that Frank the Bore believes they have.
Jackie
Think the goals have dried up for tony but he’s not been getting a lot of minutes.
If you have sent me an e-mail to Morrisseythe23rd@aol.com regarding Resolution 12 (Celtic AGM), you should have had a reply. Please let me know if you haven’t.
Oldtim
sent blantyretim a wee e-mail about the ref that day to forwards on to yourself,it sums it up well.
Statement from ICTFC
04 November 2013
invernessInverness Caledonian Thistle FC made it clear this evening (Monday) that, despite speculation to the contrary, no club has contacted them to ask for permission to approach manager Terry Butcher.
Club Chairman Kenny Cameron said: “We are extremely unhappy about a story on the BBC Scotland website in relation to our manager. Wherever this has come from, it is completely untrue.
“There has been no approach to this club for Terry Butcher’s services and we look forward to him continuing the excellent job he has been doing in Inverness..
Terry took training this afternoon and following the session he assured the club chairman that he has not spoken to any other club.
“Speculation on managerial vacancies is, to an extent, inevitable. But to state as a fact something that is totally untrue is unworthy of BBC Scotland.”
tommytwiststommyturns,
Bigger club I suppose. But mid table rather than second and needing a lot of work.
I’m well and keeping busy with music, writing and various other things.
With the problems at the co op bank.
Does this cause any probs for celtic.
.
BBC Scotland …….In ‘ made it all up ‘ shock
Murray name
A considerable number of present bearers of this surname are of Scottish origin, especially in Ulster. Possible etymologies are:
From Moray in northeast Scotland, which came from the Scottish Gaelic for “sea settlement”.
As a native Irish of this name, from Mac Muireadhaigh or Ó Muireadhaigh “descendant of Muireadhach” or Mac Giolla Mhuire “descendant of the servant of the Virgin Mary”.
Surely Malcolm Murray is not Irish????
Even with China’s appalling record on human rights making people watch Sevco would surely be a step too far?
I know its a reach but I’m after two tickets for the Milan game. Travelling over from the US. Obviously will pay for tickets and associated costs etc… Appreciate any help that you may provide. Thanks.
First time that I’ve really heard that Murray speak.
What an arrogant fud!
Totally in keeping with his fitba team
There’s usually lots of reasons to read ‘Not the View’ but in the latest edition there’s a really good interview with the late Phil Chevron of the Pogues; about how his views of the Irish diaspora changed after he had toured over here.
tommytwiststommyturns supporting wee oscar
18:06 on 4 November, 2013
That’s too ‘slick’ for me…..hahahahahahahahaha
Butcher for Hibs?
Yurcl
A Celtic story in a indeterminate number of parts.
Part one – The birth of the Snood!
(Please note that a number of names, places, dates and any relationships with sanity have been altered to protect the innocent and the possibility that ATOS may declare me capable of holding down a full time job.)
“They shall rise again and those forces that cast them to the depths of the soulless void will feel their wrath, those who did not recognise the way of the master of all worldly desires will scream in anguish as the blades of revenge slash at their lily white necks, gorging on the rancid blood of their pathetic devotion to their foolish and spineless deity. From the bottomless pit of Tartarus, from the freezing void beyond time itself…… from the burning fires of hell, they will arise again and this time….. THIS TIME……victory will be theirs…… victory will be OURS, and triumph will glow from every pore of OUR MASTER for all eternity….”
“A Snood? What’s a snood and what would any self respecting connoisseur of drink, dames and dancing do with one of those”
The ‘wee fella’, who though a mere eleven years old was now approaching similar proportions to myself and would soon earn the soubriquet of ‘big man’, produced from his pocket one fairly small tubular piece of stretch fabric which he pulled over his head. At first it looked like a balaclava or mugger’s mask without the holes, but then as his head plopped through the top sort of meerkat style, he let it settle around his neck.
“Ok, what now? What do you do with it?”
“It’s a snood ya numpty, it keeps yer neck warm in the depths of a Glasgow winter, gives you an air of superiority over those who are snoodless, and is the epitome of chic.”
“Where did you learn to speak like that? No eleven year olds speak like that (the epithet numpty excepted). In fact I don’t know any real person who speaks like that.”
“I used to read your blog and I suppose the style was contagious ….like particularly fierce epidemic of diarrhoea….” He carried on.
I felt proud in a sort of sheepish way that all my efforts were in even this small way disturbing a few grains of sand in life’s vast unchanging desert. This was my sort of bhoy. My life’s purpose was almost complete and I wiped a grateful tear from my eye, pretending that I had something in it.
I returned the object in question……
“A ha, a scarf without ends” I suggested.
“A snood!” he ridiculed!
“Naw, it’s wan of those body hugging dresses that the Spice Girls wore, isn’t it!” I was serious! After all, tuneless, toneless and approaching shapeless the one abiding legacy of that aberration of modern music was the ability to slip into something that would have accentuated every bump on a stick of Rothesay rock.
“Who are the Spice Girls?” He was serious too!
Snoods and not knowing who the Spice Girls were, suggested that I may as well admit defeat, give up on any further analysis (I remembered a similar conversation with an uncle who asked me about my wearing of kaftans and hipsters) and go and get me one of these new-fangled pieces of neckwear.
The following morning found me in front of the mirror, my newly purchased soberly grey snood in one hand and the manufacturer’s instructions (aimed at all eejits over the age of common-sense) on how to safely and quickly don the garment without causing suffocation or strangulation.
Following the directions to the letter and being smugly satisfied with my ability to continually confound the ageing progress and pass of as a born-again teenager, I shrugged at my shoulders a little, stretched my neck a few times and then admired the finished piece of work from a number of different angles.
I then put it on again this time with the label on the inside!
I strolled out the bathroom and adjusted the ruffle pattern, or raised one side in a jaunty fashion and then strode back in glancing sideways at my reflection raffishly intoning in a devilishly practiced but utterly convincing impromptu style….
……“Oh Hi there, thanks very much, yes it is a very nice snood, practical but stylish as you say. I notice you don’t have a one….I could suggest where to get one if you wish after all it is the in thing you know….fab or what?”
But there was something not quite right. At first I thought it was because of my tendency to seek improvements in anything that my hands came upon, usually with disastrous and irrevocable consequences (in this case a wee pocket for my earphones and wireless ipoddy thing, and another one for my victory ‘V’s) but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
I don’t do that many games now, definitely not the away fixtures and even home games where there might be the off chance of a drop of rain or hair disturbing waft of a breeze. Such circumstances tend to see me opt for the comfort of a pint, cup of tea and wireless or telly transmission.
But life even at my advanced years still deals the occasional stimulation of a hand winning Royal Flush. Emboldened by the undoubtedly supernatural protective aura from my neck attire, I flicked the switch and turned off the doubt gnawing at my subconscious. It was an ability that I had inherited from a hundred drink sodden generations; an uncanny talent to boldly ignore the subtle whistle-blowing, brake screeching warning from a rapidly approaching runaway train; a skill that had so often turned the dream of that wallet enriching Royal Flush into the nightmare of a bank account draining Chinese run.
But ignorance can indeed wear the disguise of bliss and after all, in the welcoming bosom of Sharkey’s bar my rendezvous awaited with the wee fella/big man. This would be the first meeting of …..THE OMNIPOTENT BROTHERHOOD OF THE SNOOD!
Somewhere in the outer reaches of an endlessly worrying land of imaginations, the dealer turned the first card…..it was a red queen!! The game was afoot!
“The powers of the Anti-snood waited and watched in the shadows. They had noticed the ‘donning of the snood’, they had slabbered and slobbered clicking their cloven extremities in a dance of disastrous delight as they too had seen the weakness; the one that if unresolved would surely allow them to wreak their tornado of terror on an unsuspecting world. Their cackling ricocheted from every corner of that black hole of bedlam!”
To be continued as ……We of THE SNOOD take on the forces of THE APOCALYPSE!!!
Hail Hail
Estadio
neil canamalar lennon hunskelper extrordinaire
18:04 on 4 November, 2013
No I go to see Celtic, who we’re playing means nothing to me always been like that for me.
Jackie & Twisty,
Looks like things just got a lot tougher for Tony. Seems the standard of refereeing isn’t any better in Belgium.
http://youtu.be/ZgeiSiHiEkM
Ylurc – how’s the fettle?
Are you going to make it down for a game before Christmas?
Our second half tactics against Ajax need to be repeated, where we push up on both full backs , (George and James doing the pushing …… ) Stokesy push onto the centre half …. Whenever an Ajax midfielder dropped back and one of our midfielder covered then another Ajax midfielder dropped back ….. We cottoned on and Ajax recycled it back to the keeper.
If we can keep the blond centre forward quiet and stop the ball being played out from the back then I suspect we will hit them on the break 0-2 and onwards and upwards.
A Celtic v Rangers match played in China within the next 10 years.It will go the same way as snooker.
Delbhoy
Looked a bit harsh! Tyvm for the link. Hadn’t seen that.
tonyg
18:44 on 4 November, 2013
What like a ex- Celtic v ex-rangers players playing for charity or something ? HH
.It will go the same way as snooker.
ole Chas and Dave are keepin’ their fingers crossed.
http://www.footballcourier.com/news/story/2649378/hibs-caley-thistle-manager-terry-butcher-agrees-terms.html