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Supporters/Green Brigade Thread; OBFA Act Repealed
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25 Sep 2017, 12:38 AM
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It's being reported that UEFA are about to remove the Poppy from it's list of political emblems after talks with the SFA, IFA and English FA. Well that's poured a tanker full of petrol on to the fire. While the Poppy is seen within Britain as a emblem of Remembrance it is still largely Br viewed as a symbol of oppression and British Military aggression and supremacy within Ireland. So Celtic can get hammered for our fans displaying the Palestinian flag BUT the British Military Poppy is OK? Oh dear!
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25 Sep 2017, 09:16 AM
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Let's not talk about rangers being gash, let's talk about the fans!
ANGER MANAGEMENT All the hate between Celtic and Rangers nowadays is just HYPE and Old Firm games are nowhere near what they used to be says Bill Leckie The rivalry is as predictable as Formula 1 - round and round and round they go - with only one guy in with a real chance of winning.
Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie OLD FIRM fans have always been two sides of the one coin. Same guff, just some different tunes. This isn’t, of course, an opinion that goes down well. Telling a Celtic punter they’re the same as a Rangers punter or vice versa’s a bit like telling your missus her hairdo looks just like Arthur Scargill’s. But that doesn’t make it any less true though — and I’m talking about Old Firm fans, not your wife’s barnet. Because anyone on the outside can see they’ve always defined themselves by how each other behaves, whether the other lot wins or loses, which one of them is top of the pile at any given stage in history. Even by these uber-needy levels of co-dependence though, what happened a couple of minutes before kick-off at Ibrox on Saturday was a proper mind-bender. Because, as the teams emerged and the tannoy cranked up to fresh decibel levels, over the wall at the front of the Copeland Road appeared a stand-wide, blue and white banner that roared: THREE LETTERS ON OUR CREST, RFC. At which point, remarkably, there came over the wall at the front of the Broomloan Road a stand-wide, green and white banner crowing: THREE LETTERS ON YOUR GRAVE, RIP. Now, this could of course have just been some weird coincidence. Maybe. Or maybe, behind all the posturing and the name-calling, this once-heavyweight rivalry is becoming like Haye v Bellew or Mayweather v McGregor — as in, they just kid on they hate each other for the sake of viewing figures? Think about it. Boxers spend months hyping up bouts we really shouldn’t open the curtains to watch, but which the sheer level of bile and spite and vitriol somehow convinces us that it is going to be worth watching. Then the big night comes and, sure enough, it’s a nonsense. But by that time it doesn’t matter because the ticket sales and the pay-per-view millions are already safely in the bank. Well, Rangers v Celtic’s getting a bit like one of those non-fights. We’re way past the days when even if one of them was dominating the title race, the form book was still well capable of hurling itself out the proverbial window. Today it’s as predictable as Formula One — round and round and round they go, with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. So where’s the excitement to come from, the drama that fills armchairs and gives us all so much to write and talk about for a week before and endless days after? From the hype, from the self-fulfilling prophecy that someone, somewhere will be unable to control themselves and spark a controversy. In short, like the F1, they tune in hoping to see a crash. So, for want of a proper contest, we instead get bent out of shape about Brown and Caixinha going nose to nose, we shake our heads in despair as some numbskull throws a flare, one lot laughs and the other growls when Leigh Griffiths wipes his nose on a corner flag, we have a pub sweepstake for the time of the first obscene song that’ll have the TV director diving to fade the sound down. If this is how it’s going, then why should it be unthinkable that those tedious, self-styled Ultras on either side might choreograph their messages to each other for dramatic effect? I mean, when you saw those call-and-response banners unfurl with Swiss-watch timing, you could have been excused for thinking both lots had held a midweek committee meeting to organise it — or at least sorted it on their mobiles, the way hooligan firms used to arrange pre-match dust-ups in lorry parks. This is what keeps the Old Firm myth alive; the Green Brigade being in place right behind the nets 90 minutes before kick-off, two tribes trading the full paramilitary megamix long after Ulster made peace with itself, hurling missiles, wrestling with cops and stewards. It’s football porn, a turn-on for people who don’t understand the game itself. Plus, of course, there’s this arms race to constantly outdo each other with their size and the intricacy and the cryptic nature of their displays. On Saturday, we had those huge ones. Two mirroring each other behind the goals, plus one at the away end telling us that THE MASSACRE HAS ENDED and a cluster of punters behind that, sporadically holding up yellow-and-white Vatican City flags. Then there was the comedy moment when a gigantic, red-white-and-blue banner was draped over the upper tier of the Copeland Road, only for someone to realise as the teams came out that it was the wrong way round, so the front row had to pass each end along to the other, almost tying themselves in knots in the middle. How any of them can be bothered with it all is beyond me. In the old days, when going to the football was about the football, all you needed was a scarf, some money and — on really, really big occasions — a ticket and you were good to go. Now? They’re packing like it’s a military operation. Rucksacks with 60 feet of message folded into them like parachutes, flags neatly ironed, smoke bombs hidden in an inside pocket. As for flares? The only time they were any use on matchday was as somewhere to hide a couple of sneaky cans. So why anyone thinks it’s a good idea to bring one that you light, hurl towards a goalkeeper and get yourself huckled . . . ? Answers on a 300-foot-square bedsheet, coming to a stadium near you soon. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/1608998/celtic-rangers-hate-hype-old-firm-bill-leckie/
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25 Sep 2017, 09:24 AM
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Let's not talk about rangers being gash, let's talk about the fans! ANGER MANAGEMENT All the hate between Celtic and Rangers nowadays is just HYPE and Old Firm games are nowhere near what they used to be says Bill Leckie
The rivalry is as predictable as Formula 1 - round and round and round they go - with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie OLD FIRM fans have always been two sides of the one coin. Same guff, just some different tunes. This isn’t, of course, an opinion that goes down well. Telling a Celtic punter they’re the same as a Rangers punter or vice versa’s a bit like telling your missus her hairdo looks just like Arthur Scargill’s. But that doesn’t make it any less true though — and I’m talking about Old Firm fans, not your wife’s barnet. Because anyone on the outside can see they’ve always defined themselves by how each other behaves, whether the other lot wins or loses, which one of them is top of the pile at any given stage in history. Even by these uber-needy levels of co-dependence though, what happened a couple of minutes before kick-off at Ibrox on Saturday was a proper mind-bender. Because, as the teams emerged and the tannoy cranked up to fresh decibel levels, over the wall at the front of the Copeland Road appeared a stand-wide, blue and white banner that roared: THREE LETTERS ON OUR CREST, RFC. At which point, remarkably, there came over the wall at the front of the Broomloan Road a stand-wide, green and white banner crowing: THREE LETTERS ON YOUR GRAVE, RIP. Now, this could of course have just been some weird coincidence. Maybe. Or maybe, behind all the posturing and the name-calling, this once-heavyweight rivalry is becoming like Haye v Bellew or Mayweather v McGregor — as in, they just kid on they hate each other for the sake of viewing figures? Think about it. Boxers spend months hyping up bouts we really shouldn’t open the curtains to watch, but which the sheer level of bile and spite and vitriol somehow convinces us that it is going to be worth watching. Then the big night comes and, sure enough, it’s a nonsense. But by that time it doesn’t matter because the ticket sales and the pay-per-view millions are already safely in the bank. Well, Rangers v Celtic’s getting a bit like one of those non-fights. We’re way past the days when even if one of them was dominating the title race, the form book was still well capable of hurling itself out the proverbial window. Today it’s as predictable as Formula One — round and round and round they go, with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. So where’s the excitement to come from, the drama that fills armchairs and gives us all so much to write and talk about for a week before and endless days after? From the hype, from the self-fulfilling prophecy that someone, somewhere will be unable to control themselves and spark a controversy. In short, like the F1, they tune in hoping to see a crash. So, for want of a proper contest, we instead get bent out of shape about Brown and Caixinha going nose to nose, we shake our heads in despair as some numbskull throws a flare, one lot laughs and the other growls when Leigh Griffiths wipes his nose on a corner flag, we have a pub sweepstake for the time of the first obscene song that’ll have the TV director diving to fade the sound down. If this is how it’s going, then why should it be unthinkable that those tedious, self-styled Ultras on either side might choreograph their messages to each other for dramatic effect? I mean, when you saw those call-and-response banners unfurl with Swiss-watch timing, you could have been excused for thinking both lots had held a midweek committee meeting to organise it — or at least sorted it on their mobiles, the way hooligan firms used to arrange pre-match dust-ups in lorry parks. This is what keeps the Old Firm myth alive; the Green Brigade being in place right behind the nets 90 minutes before kick-off, two tribes trading the full paramilitary megamix long after Ulster made peace with itself, hurling missiles, wrestling with cops and stewards. It’s football porn, a turn-on for people who don’t understand the game itself. Plus, of course, there’s this arms race to constantly outdo each other with their size and the intricacy and the cryptic nature of their displays. On Saturday, we had those huge ones. Two mirroring each other behind the goals, plus one at the away end telling us that THE MASSACRE HAS ENDED and a cluster of punters behind that, sporadically holding up yellow-and-white Vatican City flags. Then there was the comedy moment when a gigantic, red-white-and-blue banner was draped over the upper tier of the Copeland Road, only for someone to realise as the teams came out that it was the wrong way round, so the front row had to pass each end along to the other, almost tying themselves in knots in the middle. How any of them can be bothered with it all is beyond me. In the old days, when going to the football was about the football, all you needed was a scarf, some money and — on really, really big occasions — a ticket and you were good to go. Now? They’re packing like it’s a military operation. Rucksacks with 60 feet of message folded into them like parachutes, flags neatly ironed, smoke bombs hidden in an inside pocket. As for flares? The only time they were any use on matchday was as somewhere to hide a couple of sneaky cans. So why anyone thinks it’s a good idea to bring one that you light, hurl towards a goalkeeper and get yourself huckled . . . ? Answers on a 300-foot-square bedsheet, coming to a stadium near you soon. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/1608998/celtic-rangers-hate-hype-old-firm-bill-leckie/ Shut up, Bill.
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25 Sep 2017, 09:26 AM
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Let's not talk about rangers being gash, let's talk about the fans! ANGER MANAGEMENT All the hate between Celtic and Rangers nowadays is just HYPE and Old Firm games are nowhere near what they used to be says Bill Leckie
The rivalry is as predictable as Formula 1 - round and round and round they go - with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie OLD FIRM fans have always been two sides of the one coin. Same guff, just some different tunes. This isn’t, of course, an opinion that goes down well. Telling a Celtic punter they’re the same as a Rangers punter or vice versa’s a bit like telling your missus her hairdo looks just like Arthur Scargill’s. But that doesn’t make it any less true though — and I’m talking about Old Firm fans, not your wife’s barnet. Because anyone on the outside can see they’ve always defined themselves by how each other behaves, whether the other lot wins or loses, which one of them is top of the pile at any given stage in history. Even by these uber-needy levels of co-dependence though, what happened a couple of minutes before kick-off at Ibrox on Saturday was a proper mind-bender. Because, as the teams emerged and the tannoy cranked up to fresh decibel levels, over the wall at the front of the Copeland Road appeared a stand-wide, blue and white banner that roared: THREE LETTERS ON OUR CREST, RFC. At which point, remarkably, there came over the wall at the front of the Broomloan Road a stand-wide, green and white banner crowing: THREE LETTERS ON YOUR GRAVE, RIP. Now, this could of course have just been some weird coincidence. Maybe. Or maybe, behind all the posturing and the name-calling, this once-heavyweight rivalry is becoming like Haye v Bellew or Mayweather v McGregor — as in, they just kid on they hate each other for the sake of viewing figures? Think about it. Boxers spend months hyping up bouts we really shouldn’t open the curtains to watch, but which the sheer level of bile and spite and vitriol somehow convinces us that it is going to be worth watching. Then the big night comes and, sure enough, it’s a nonsense. But by that time it doesn’t matter because the ticket sales and the pay-per-view millions are already safely in the bank. Well, Rangers v Celtic’s getting a bit like one of those non-fights. We’re way past the days when even if one of them was dominating the title race, the form book was still well capable of hurling itself out the proverbial window. Today it’s as predictable as Formula One — round and round and round they go, with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. So where’s the excitement to come from, the drama that fills armchairs and gives us all so much to write and talk about for a week before and endless days after? From the hype, from the self-fulfilling prophecy that someone, somewhere will be unable to control themselves and spark a controversy. In short, like the F1, they tune in hoping to see a crash. So, for want of a proper contest, we instead get bent out of shape about Brown and Caixinha going nose to nose, we shake our heads in despair as some numbskull throws a flare, one lot laughs and the other growls when Leigh Griffiths wipes his nose on a corner flag, we have a pub sweepstake for the time of the first obscene song that’ll have the TV director diving to fade the sound down. If this is how it’s going, then why should it be unthinkable that those tedious, self-styled Ultras on either side might choreograph their messages to each other for dramatic effect? I mean, when you saw those call-and-response banners unfurl with Swiss-watch timing, you could have been excused for thinking both lots had held a midweek committee meeting to organise it — or at least sorted it on their mobiles, the way hooligan firms used to arrange pre-match dust-ups in lorry parks. This is what keeps the Old Firm myth alive; the Green Brigade being in place right behind the nets 90 minutes before kick-off, two tribes trading the full paramilitary megamix long after Ulster made peace with itself, hurling missiles, wrestling with cops and stewards. It’s football porn, a turn-on for people who don’t understand the game itself. Plus, of course, there’s this arms race to constantly outdo each other with their size and the intricacy and the cryptic nature of their displays. On Saturday, we had those huge ones. Two mirroring each other behind the goals, plus one at the away end telling us that THE MASSACRE HAS ENDED and a cluster of punters behind that, sporadically holding up yellow-and-white Vatican City flags. Then there was the comedy moment when a gigantic, red-white-and-blue banner was draped over the upper tier of the Copeland Road, only for someone to realise as the teams came out that it was the wrong way round, so the front row had to pass each end along to the other, almost tying themselves in knots in the middle. How any of them can be bothered with it all is beyond me. In the old days, when going to the football was about the football, all you needed was a scarf, some money and — on really, really big occasions — a ticket and you were good to go. Now? They’re packing like it’s a military operation. Rucksacks with 60 feet of message folded into them like parachutes, flags neatly ironed, smoke bombs hidden in an inside pocket. As for flares? The only time they were any use on matchday was as somewhere to hide a couple of sneaky cans. So why anyone thinks it’s a good idea to bring one that you light, hurl towards a goalkeeper and get yourself huckled . . . ? Answers on a 300-foot-square bedsheet, coming to a stadium near you soon. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/1608998/celtic-rangers-hate-hype-old-firm-bill-leckie/ Bill is as much a St Mirren fan as me....and that's not much at all .
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25 Sep 2017, 09:32 AM
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Let's not talk about rangers being gash, let's talk about the fans! ANGER MANAGEMENT All the hate between Celtic and Rangers nowadays is just HYPE and Old Firm games are nowhere near what they used to be says Bill Leckie
The rivalry is as predictable as Formula 1 - round and round and round they go - with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie OLD FIRM fans have always been two sides of the one coin. Same guff, just some different tunes. This isn’t, of course, an opinion that goes down well. Telling a Celtic punter they’re the same as a Rangers punter or vice versa’s a bit like telling your missus her hairdo looks just like Arthur Scargill’s. But that doesn’t make it any less true though — and I’m talking about Old Firm fans, not your wife’s barnet. Because anyone on the outside can see they’ve always defined themselves by how each other behaves, whether the other lot wins or loses, which one of them is top of the pile at any given stage in history. Even by these uber-needy levels of co-dependence though, what happened a couple of minutes before kick-off at Ibrox on Saturday was a proper mind-bender. Because, as the teams emerged and the tannoy cranked up to fresh decibel levels, over the wall at the front of the Copeland Road appeared a stand-wide, blue and white banner that roared: THREE LETTERS ON OUR CREST, RFC. At which point, remarkably, there came over the wall at the front of the Broomloan Road a stand-wide, green and white banner crowing: THREE LETTERS ON YOUR GRAVE, RIP. Now, this could of course have just been some weird coincidence. Maybe. Or maybe, behind all the posturing and the name-calling, this once-heavyweight rivalry is becoming like Haye v Bellew or Mayweather v McGregor — as in, they just kid on they hate each other for the sake of viewing figures? Think about it. Boxers spend months hyping up bouts we really shouldn’t open the curtains to watch, but which the sheer level of bile and spite and vitriol somehow convinces us that it is going to be worth watching. Then the big night comes and, sure enough, it’s a nonsense. But by that time it doesn’t matter because the ticket sales and the pay-per-view millions are already safely in the bank. Well, Rangers v Celtic’s getting a bit like one of those non-fights. We’re way past the days when even if one of them was dominating the title race, the form book was still well capable of hurling itself out the proverbial window. Today it’s as predictable as Formula One — round and round and round they go, with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. So where’s the excitement to come from, the drama that fills armchairs and gives us all so much to write and talk about for a week before and endless days after? From the hype, from the self-fulfilling prophecy that someone, somewhere will be unable to control themselves and spark a controversy. In short, like the F1, they tune in hoping to see a crash. So, for want of a proper contest, we instead get bent out of shape about Brown and Caixinha going nose to nose, we shake our heads in despair as some numbskull throws a flare, one lot laughs and the other growls when Leigh Griffiths wipes his nose on a corner flag, we have a pub sweepstake for the time of the first obscene song that’ll have the TV director diving to fade the sound down. If this is how it’s going, then why should it be unthinkable that those tedious, self-styled Ultras on either side might choreograph their messages to each other for dramatic effect? I mean, when you saw those call-and-response banners unfurl with Swiss-watch timing, you could have been excused for thinking both lots had held a midweek committee meeting to organise it — or at least sorted it on their mobiles, the way hooligan firms used to arrange pre-match dust-ups in lorry parks. This is what keeps the Old Firm myth alive; the Green Brigade being in place right behind the nets 90 minutes before kick-off, two tribes trading the full paramilitary megamix long after Ulster made peace with itself, hurling missiles, wrestling with cops and stewards. It’s football porn, a turn-on for people who don’t understand the game itself. Plus, of course, there’s this arms race to constantly outdo each other with their size and the intricacy and the cryptic nature of their displays. On Saturday, we had those huge ones. Two mirroring each other behind the goals, plus one at the away end telling us that THE MASSACRE HAS ENDED and a cluster of punters behind that, sporadically holding up yellow-and-white Vatican City flags. Then there was the comedy moment when a gigantic, red-white-and-blue banner was draped over the upper tier of the Copeland Road, only for someone to realise as the teams came out that it was the wrong way round, so the front row had to pass each end along to the other, almost tying themselves in knots in the middle. How any of them can be bothered with it all is beyond me. In the old days, when going to the football was about the football, all you needed was a scarf, some money and — on really, really big occasions — a ticket and you were good to go. Now? They’re packing like it’s a military operation. Rucksacks with 60 feet of message folded into them like parachutes, flags neatly ironed, smoke bombs hidden in an inside pocket. As for flares? The only time they were any use on matchday was as somewhere to hide a couple of sneaky cans. So why anyone thinks it’s a good idea to bring one that you light, hurl towards a goalkeeper and get yourself huckled . . . ? Answers on a 300-foot-square bedsheet, coming to a stadium near you soon. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/1608998/celtic-rangers-hate-hype-old-firm-bill-leckie/
Bill is as much a St Mirren fan as me....and that's not much at all . Hurting Hun extraordinaire.
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25 Sep 2017, 09:36 AM
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Let's not talk about rangers being gash, let's talk about the fans! ANGER MANAGEMENT All the hate between Celtic and Rangers nowadays is just HYPE and Old Firm games are nowhere near what they used to be says Bill Leckie
The rivalry is as predictable as Formula 1 - round and round and round they go - with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie OLD FIRM fans have always been two sides of the one coin. Same guff, just some different tunes. This isn’t, of course, an opinion that goes down well. Telling a Celtic punter they’re the same as a Rangers punter or vice versa’s a bit like telling your missus her hairdo looks just like Arthur Scargill’s. But that doesn’t make it any less true though — and I’m talking about Old Firm fans, not your wife’s barnet. Because anyone on the outside can see they’ve always defined themselves by how each other behaves, whether the other lot wins or loses, which one of them is top of the pile at any given stage in history. Even by these uber-needy levels of co-dependence though, what happened a couple of minutes before kick-off at Ibrox on Saturday was a proper mind-bender. Because, as the teams emerged and the tannoy cranked up to fresh decibel levels, over the wall at the front of the Copeland Road appeared a stand-wide, blue and white banner that roared: THREE LETTERS ON OUR CREST, RFC. At which point, remarkably, there came over the wall at the front of the Broomloan Road a stand-wide, green and white banner crowing: THREE LETTERS ON YOUR GRAVE, RIP. Now, this could of course have just been some weird coincidence. Maybe. Or maybe, behind all the posturing and the name-calling, this once-heavyweight rivalry is becoming like Haye v Bellew or Mayweather v McGregor — as in, they just kid on they hate each other for the sake of viewing figures? Think about it. Boxers spend months hyping up bouts we really shouldn’t open the curtains to watch, but which the sheer level of bile and spite and vitriol somehow convinces us that it is going to be worth watching. Then the big night comes and, sure enough, it’s a nonsense. But by that time it doesn’t matter because the ticket sales and the pay-per-view millions are already safely in the bank. Well, Rangers v Celtic’s getting a bit like one of those non-fights. We’re way past the days when even if one of them was dominating the title race, the form book was still well capable of hurling itself out the proverbial window. Today it’s as predictable as Formula One — round and round and round they go, with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. So where’s the excitement to come from, the drama that fills armchairs and gives us all so much to write and talk about for a week before and endless days after? From the hype, from the self-fulfilling prophecy that someone, somewhere will be unable to control themselves and spark a controversy. In short, like the F1, they tune in hoping to see a crash. So, for want of a proper contest, we instead get bent out of shape about Brown and Caixinha going nose to nose, we shake our heads in despair as some numbskull throws a flare, one lot laughs and the other growls when Leigh Griffiths wipes his nose on a corner flag, we have a pub sweepstake for the time of the first obscene song that’ll have the TV director diving to fade the sound down. If this is how it’s going, then why should it be unthinkable that those tedious, self-styled Ultras on either side might choreograph their messages to each other for dramatic effect? I mean, when you saw those call-and-response banners unfurl with Swiss-watch timing, you could have been excused for thinking both lots had held a midweek committee meeting to organise it — or at least sorted it on their mobiles, the way hooligan firms used to arrange pre-match dust-ups in lorry parks. This is what keeps the Old Firm myth alive; the Green Brigade being in place right behind the nets 90 minutes before kick-off, two tribes trading the full paramilitary megamix long after Ulster made peace with itself, hurling missiles, wrestling with cops and stewards. It’s football porn, a turn-on for people who don’t understand the game itself. Plus, of course, there’s this arms race to constantly outdo each other with their size and the intricacy and the cryptic nature of their displays. On Saturday, we had those huge ones. Two mirroring each other behind the goals, plus one at the away end telling us that THE MASSACRE HAS ENDED and a cluster of punters behind that, sporadically holding up yellow-and-white Vatican City flags. Then there was the comedy moment when a gigantic, red-white-and-blue banner was draped over the upper tier of the Copeland Road, only for someone to realise as the teams came out that it was the wrong way round, so the front row had to pass each end along to the other, almost tying themselves in knots in the middle. How any of them can be bothered with it all is beyond me. In the old days, when going to the football was about the football, all you needed was a scarf, some money and — on really, really big occasions — a ticket and you were good to go. Now? They’re packing like it’s a military operation. Rucksacks with 60 feet of message folded into them like parachutes, flags neatly ironed, smoke bombs hidden in an inside pocket. As for flares? The only time they were any use on matchday was as somewhere to hide a couple of sneaky cans. So why anyone thinks it’s a good idea to bring one that you light, hurl towards a goalkeeper and get yourself huckled . . . ? Answers on a 300-foot-square bedsheet, coming to a stadium near you soon. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/1608998/celtic-rangers-hate-hype-old-firm-bill-leckie/ Oh Bill, glad to see the hurt is getting you down, when he says "Brown and Caxinha going head to head" does he not mean Scott Brown being disgracefully confronted by Caxinha?
In Hun speak " He could have caused a riot"!
Girfuy Bill, give Muzz a ring and you can both take a trip down memory lane ya wink, yer clubs deid..
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It's being reported that UEFA are about to remove the Poppy from it's list of political emblems after talks with the SFA, IFA and English FA. Well that's poured a tanker full of petrol on to the fire. While the Poppy is seen within Britain as a emblem of Remembrance it is still largely Br viewed as a symbol of oppression and British Military aggression and supremacy within Ireland. So Celtic can get hammered for our fans displaying the Palestinian flag BUT the British Military Poppy is OK? Oh dear! The new wording of Fifa's law tightens the definition of what is deemed a 'political' symbol prohibiting:
the commemoration of any living or dead person political parties or groups any local or national government discriminatory organisations any group whose aims / actions would offend a notable number of people any specific political act / event
from http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/41378397
Would it be the case that the actions of the british army in Ireland might be deemed as offensive to "a notable number of people"?
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25 Sep 2017, 12:22 PM
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The jimmy bell song is effing brilliant, all I've been singing all week It's an absolute embarrassment.
Arseholes in Dublin airport belting it out at midnight on Saturday coming back from the game.
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25 Sep 2017, 12:27 PM
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The jimmy bell song is effing brilliant, all I've been singing all week
It's an absolute embarrassment. Agreed, abysmal patter.
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25 Sep 2017, 12:32 PM
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The jimmy bell song is effing brilliant, all I've been singing all week
It's an absolute embarrassment.
Agreed, abysmal patter. I also agree. Why sing a song about someone who is so irrelevant? I had to google him to see who he was when I first heard the song. Recognised his ugly bastarding face right enough.
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25 Sep 2017, 12:48 PM
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Let's not talk about rangers being gash, let's talk about the fans! ANGER MANAGEMENT All the hate between Celtic and Rangers nowadays is just HYPE and Old Firm games are nowhere near what they used to be says Bill Leckie
The rivalry is as predictable as Formula 1 - round and round and round they go - with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie OLD FIRM fans have always been two sides of the one coin. Same guff, just some different tunes. This isn’t, of course, an opinion that goes down well. Telling a Celtic punter they’re the same as a Rangers punter or vice versa’s a bit like telling your missus her hairdo looks just like Arthur Scargill’s. But that doesn’t make it any less true though — and I’m talking about Old Firm fans, not your wife’s barnet. Because anyone on the outside can see they’ve always defined themselves by how each other behaves, whether the other lot wins or loses, which one of them is top of the pile at any given stage in history. Even by these uber-needy levels of co-dependence though, what happened a couple of minutes before kick-off at Ibrox on Saturday was a proper mind-bender. Because, as the teams emerged and the tannoy cranked up to fresh decibel levels, over the wall at the front of the Copeland Road appeared a stand-wide, blue and white banner that roared: THREE LETTERS ON OUR CREST, RFC. At which point, remarkably, there came over the wall at the front of the Broomloan Road a stand-wide, green and white banner crowing: THREE LETTERS ON YOUR GRAVE, RIP. Now, this could of course have just been some weird coincidence. Maybe. Or maybe, behind all the posturing and the name-calling, this once-heavyweight rivalry is becoming like Haye v Bellew or Mayweather v McGregor — as in, they just kid on they hate each other for the sake of viewing figures? Think about it. Boxers spend months hyping up bouts we really shouldn’t open the curtains to watch, but which the sheer level of bile and spite and vitriol somehow convinces us that it is going to be worth watching. Then the big night comes and, sure enough, it’s a nonsense. But by that time it doesn’t matter because the ticket sales and the pay-per-view millions are already safely in the bank. Well, Rangers v Celtic’s getting a bit like one of those non-fights. We’re way past the days when even if one of them was dominating the title race, the form book was still well capable of hurling itself out the proverbial window. Today it’s as predictable as Formula One — round and round and round they go, with only one guy in with a real chance of winning. So where’s the excitement to come from, the drama that fills armchairs and gives us all so much to write and talk about for a week before and endless days after? From the hype, from the self-fulfilling prophecy that someone, somewhere will be unable to control themselves and spark a controversy. In short, like the F1, they tune in hoping to see a crash. So, for want of a proper contest, we instead get bent out of shape about Brown and Caixinha going nose to nose, we shake our heads in despair as some numbskull throws a flare, one lot laughs and the other growls when Leigh Griffiths wipes his nose on a corner flag, we have a pub sweepstake for the time of the first obscene song that’ll have the TV director diving to fade the sound down. If this is how it’s going, then why should it be unthinkable that those tedious, self-styled Ultras on either side might choreograph their messages to each other for dramatic effect? I mean, when you saw those call-and-response banners unfurl with Swiss-watch timing, you could have been excused for thinking both lots had held a midweek committee meeting to organise it — or at least sorted it on their mobiles, the way hooligan firms used to arrange pre-match dust-ups in lorry parks. This is what keeps the Old Firm myth alive; the Green Brigade being in place right behind the nets 90 minutes before kick-off, two tribes trading the full paramilitary megamix long after Ulster made peace with itself, hurling missiles, wrestling with cops and stewards. It’s football porn, a turn-on for people who don’t understand the game itself. Plus, of course, there’s this arms race to constantly outdo each other with their size and the intricacy and the cryptic nature of their displays. On Saturday, we had those huge ones. Two mirroring each other behind the goals, plus one at the away end telling us that THE MASSACRE HAS ENDED and a cluster of punters behind that, sporadically holding up yellow-and-white Vatican City flags. Then there was the comedy moment when a gigantic, red-white-and-blue banner was draped over the upper tier of the Copeland Road, only for someone to realise as the teams came out that it was the wrong way round, so the front row had to pass each end along to the other, almost tying themselves in knots in the middle. How any of them can be bothered with it all is beyond me. In the old days, when going to the football was about the football, all you needed was a scarf, some money and — on really, really big occasions — a ticket and you were good to go. Now? They’re packing like it’s a military operation. Rucksacks with 60 feet of message folded into them like parachutes, flags neatly ironed, smoke bombs hidden in an inside pocket. As for flares? The only time they were any use on matchday was as somewhere to hide a couple of sneaky cans. So why anyone thinks it’s a good idea to bring one that you light, hurl towards a goalkeeper and get yourself huckled . . . ? Answers on a 300-foot-square bedsheet, coming to a stadium near you soon. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/1608998/celtic-rangers-hate-hype-old-firm-bill-leckie/
Bill is as much a St Mirren fan as me....and that's not much at all . Hurting Hun extraordinaire. He was MC-ing the speakers night at The Coachman in Kilsyth (Frank McAvennie and Murdo Macleod) trying to convince all and sundry there was no reason to hate him because he was a ‘neutral’ ... his preferred method was to insult the audience, 99% probably being Celtic fans, by explaining that it is possible to support a team other than Celtic or Rangers and only the narrow minded views of said supporters denied that possibility.
I don’t fall into his hypothesis so easily because I couldn’t give a flying eff who he claims to support, so when I say I hate him it’s for the completely unbiased reason that he’s a self-obsessed, overweening little pumpkin.
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25 Sep 2017, 12:50 PM
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The jimmy bell song is effing brilliant, all I've been singing all week
It's an absolute embarrassment. Arseholes in Dublin airport belting it out at midnight on Saturday coming back from the game. Police in Glasgow Airport are usually good at pulling aside potential trouble makers before they board the Dublin flight......
I've no idea what the song is and I think I'd be happy to keep it that way.
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25 Sep 2017, 12:52 PM
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- 24 Sep 2017, 10:46 PM
The jimmy bell song is effing brilliant, all I've been singing all week
It's an absolute embarrassment. Arseholes in Dublin airport belting it out at midnight on Saturday coming back from the game.
Police in Glasgow Airport are usually good at pulling aside potential trouble makers before they board the Dublin flight...... I've no idea what the song is and I think I'd be happy to keep it that way. Was on the plane and in Dublin when it landed.
That was with the number of people I heard the polis say weren't allowed on the flight
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25 Sep 2017, 01:58 PM
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep
Police in Glasgow Airport are usually good at pulling aside potential trouble makers before they board the Dublin flight...... I've no idea what the song is and I think I'd be happy to keep it that way.
Was on the plane and in Dublin when it landed. That was with the number of people I heard the polis say weren't allowed on the flight  Yep, polis pulled sixteen off the flight apparently.
That tune can join the very short list of the Nacho Novo song and RITG in the GTF pile.
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25 Sep 2017, 03:44 PM
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- 25 Sep 2017, 12:38 AM
It's being reported that UEFA are about to remove the Poppy from it's list of political emblems after talks with the SFA, IFA and English FA. Well that's poured a tanker full of petrol on to the fire. While the Poppy is seen within Britain as a emblem of Remembrance it is still largely Br viewed as a symbol of oppression and British Military aggression and supremacy within Ireland. So Celtic can get hammered for our fans displaying the Palestinian flag BUT the British Military Poppy is OK? Oh dear!
The new wording of Fifa's law tightens the definition of what is deemed a 'political' symbol prohibiting: the commemoration of any living or dead person political parties or groups any local or national government discriminatory organisations any group whose aims / actions would offend a notable number of people any specific political act / event from http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/41378397Would it be the case that the actions of the british army in Ireland might be deemed as offensive to "a notable number of people"? 'any group whose aims / actions would offend a notable number of people'
Unless that group pays up, of course. Irreversible environmental damage, profiteers of sweatshop slavery and a childhood obesity crisis are a-okay in UEFA's book, but don't you DARE express any view that cannot be exploited for profit.
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25 Sep 2017, 04:00 PM
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Writing on the next huns game banner should be done using Griffiths snotters
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25 Sep 2017, 05:53 PM
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Oh ! The Indignity - Upside Down-Inside Out !
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25 Sep 2017, 05:58 PM
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It was so funny when they just gave up
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25 Sep 2017, 06:15 PM
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- 25 Sep 2017, 09:37 AM
The new wording of Fifa's law tightens the definition of what is deemed a 'political' symbol prohibiting:
discriminatory organisations
Surely this means songs celebrating the club who used to play at Ibrox are illegal as they were a discriminatory organisation?
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25 Sep 2017, 07:25 PM
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Is Lloyd Cross the chap the wee daft huns all tag to back them up in Twitter arguments? Absolute riddy.
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