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15 Apr 2018, 08:10 PM
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Any highlights on BBC Scotland tonight? I can't see any on there or Sky!
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15 Apr 2018, 08:12 PM
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Sportscene at 10.30 I think
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15 Apr 2018, 08:12 PM
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spoke about loads on here i know, but the sky production for our national game is so bad its almost done in contempt. from a 15 minute build up to a semi final derby to Kris Boyd & Commons stuttering their way through an analysis. Amatuer stuff!
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15 Apr 2018, 08:15 PM
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- JanVinagerOfCastlemilk
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spoke about loads on here i know, but the sky production for our national game is so bad its almost done in contempt. from a 15 minute build up to a semi final derby to Kris Boyd & Commons stuttering their way through an analysis. Amatuer stuff! None of that compares to Andy Walker. He is the worst commentator. His drivel is beyond bad. Today he was struggling as he had zero positive to say about Sevco. Sky are needing their baws toed regarding Scottish Football coverage.
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15 Apr 2018, 08:24 PM
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Where's Billy Dodds??
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15 Apr 2018, 08:30 PM
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Where's Billy Dodds?? Is this a plea from the polis.
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15 Apr 2018, 08:35 PM
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spoke about loads on here i know, but the sky production for our national game is so bad its almost done in contempt. from a 15 minute build up to a semi final derby to Kris Boyd & Commons stuttering their way through an analysis. Amatuer stuff! I have Sky but not BT. Was watching BT coverage of the Liverpool game last night in the pub. They were advertising next weekend's games and our game v Hibs was included along with all their English games. You never ever see any of Sky's Scottish games advertised when they are promoting their upcoming games if they involve English games. Any Scottish games are mentioned and promoted separately and much less frequently.
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15 Apr 2018, 08:46 PM
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i dont have sky but get sky sports news or what ever its called, when i got home from the game i put it on and sat for almost two hours and not even a mention of our game never mind highlights . thet are a fecking disgrace of a sports channel
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15 Apr 2018, 11:55 PM
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Sportscene at 10.30 I think Caught it thanks to you, mhate, thank you!
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16 Apr 2018, 12:58 AM
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spoke about loads on here i know, but the sky production for our national game is so bad its almost done in contempt. from a 15 minute build up to a semi final derby to Kris Boyd & Commons stuttering their way through an analysis. Amatuer stuff! Boyd may be bad but by god, Commons is up there with the worst ever, tripping over his own words every minute....
"to take this penalty in this manner because at 2-0 if he does miss, this way what a complexion it changes" "when there may have been a few questions asked, may, but totally find all the answers this afternoon" "if you've got a centre forward who wants to finish either a dominant second or challenge Celtic for the league , you need a centre forward who will put these chances away"
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16 Apr 2018, 05:37 AM
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Where's Billy Dodds??
Is this a plea from the polis. He was on the BBC, and came out with a couple of beauties. When sevco had their wee spell at three nil he said this is better from rangers at least they are putting a tackle in and trying to kick them. We got a free kick when Craig Gordon falls coming for a corner the bold Billy says He conned the ref as he tripped over Scott Brown feet . Hope you enjoyed your day Billy sound like you did
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16 Apr 2018, 08:47 AM
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Good honest assessment from Bill Leckie.
BIG MATCH VERDICT Celtic’s Scottish Cup triumph over Rangers was more like The Invincibles against The Invisibles says Bill Leckie The Ibrox side's performance at Hampden was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen on a day that the Hoops strolled their way into the final
Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THE good news for Rangers fans is that their team’s right back in the hunt for a major trophy. The bad news is, it’s the World Hide-And-Seek Championships. This was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen when the chips were down, in turning their backs on a mate in bother, in failing to go in where it hurt when it mattered most. A gutless, shapeless, utterly hopeless excuse for a performance, just when their fans demanded nothing less than absolute commitment and unquenchable desire. You know that book for kiddies, Where’s Wally? Well, yesterday an angry army of Bluenoses was looking for 14 of them. This was The Invincibles versus The Invisibles, it was Men against Non-Entities. It was, somehow, an even worse display by a losing semi-finalist than Aberdeen had produced 24 hours before. In his white boots, Celtic skipper Scott Brown looked for all the world like he’d come out the tunnel in his stocking soles — and the truth is that, for all the pressure the opposition put him under, he might as well have. Rangers, quite simply, had no one brave enough to tread on his toes. Whenever he won the ball off one of them, there was never a second charging in for handers. Neither did Rangers have anyone clever enough to match the darting runs into space around the box that led to Tom Rogic teasing home the opening goal and might have seen him net a first-half hat-trick. And, maybe most telling of all, Rangers had no-one physically strong enough to deal with the runs in behind them of Moussa Dembele, making it merely a matter of time before one of them — in this case, young Ross McCrorie, was rag-dolled once too often and panicked into a red card. In fact, let’s be brutally honest here. Rangers had nothing; no leadership, no obvious plan, no pace, no guile, not one bit of quality that might have made this anything other than what it soon turned into, a kitten on one end of a see-saw and the boulder from Indiana Jones on the other. Their fans turned against manager Graeme Murty as soon as it went to 2-0, though you had to feel some sympathy for a guy who’s in a job for which he isn’t qualified. He’s been trying to coax something out of a dressing room that is clearly pulling in a dozen different directions, all of this at the end of a week when his chairman has thrown him under the bus by publicly writing off his chances of still being there next season. Not for the first time in recent weeks, he looked lost on the sidelines, a man alone. By the end, facing microphones and notebooks, he seemed not too far away from bubbling. The right thing to do would be to shake hands and let him go now, because the best he can hope for is a second place he’d get no credit for. The worst? As Celtic flicked and tricked and their legions gave it the big Olé, as three became four going on however many you wanted, as one half of Hampden emptied like water going down a plughole, he must have had a horrible premonition of what might happen after the split, with trips to Parkhead, Pittodrie and Easter Road looming on the horizon. As for Celtic? The 90 minutes Brown enjoyed — playing the game at his own pace, sticking his chest out when he felt like it and putting his foot in only when he really had to — summed up just how comfortable this all was. There’s no doubt they’d been well up for this ever since Murty’s staggeringly naive admission that his men had cheered when the draw was made. If they needed any further encouragement to up their game, it surely came when he then came out pre-match and played the old broken record about the gap between the two teams shrinking. Talk about walking onto a left hook? Amidst ever-growing gallusness at one end — Rod Stewart up on his feet after a sherbet or two, leading a chorus of Always Looks On The Bright Side — that gap made the Grand Canyon look like a crack in the pavement. It got to the stage where Celtic were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to take their second penalty and make it 4-0. And, if that wasn’t humiliating enough, there was the now-obligatory Alfredo Morelos Sitter, this one so much harder to miss than to score even some Rangers fans managed a mirthless laugh at his unerring ability to freeze under pressure. It came at the end of a mad spell when, three goals and a man down, they suddenly produced a flurry of chances, Craig Gordon flying to save magnificently from the Colombian’s header then tipping over when Bruno Alves rose to meet the corner, before Mikael Lustig sliced a clearance over the keeper and onto the bar. The ball fell, four yards out, to the unmarked Morelos with Gordon on the deck. He could have blasted it, dinked it, done just about anything except what he did, which was to dither and scuff and hit flailing legs, then sit there, head in hands praying the ground would open up. If the ease with which Brown strolled through this summed it up from Celtic’s point of view, then surely that miss epitomised everything that was wrong with Rangers. Indecisive, confidence shot to bits, nowhere near good enough to cope on a stage this important. Fifteen minutes in, ref Bobby Madden had stopped play so stewards could dispose of a batch of stray blue balloons floating around the pitch. It would be a harsh critic who suggested Rangers would have been better keeping them on and getting rid of their players. Harsh, but fair. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2509206/celtic-rangers-invincibles-invisibles-bill-leckie/
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16 Apr 2018, 09:26 AM
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He twists, he turns, Tommy Burns...
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- 15 Apr 2018, 08:12 PM
spoke about loads on here i know, but the sky production for our national game is so bad its almost done in contempt. from a 15 minute build up to a semi final derby to Kris Boyd & Commons stuttering their way through an analysis. Amatuer stuff!
Boyd may be bad but by god, Commons is up there with the worst ever, tripping over his own words every minute.... "to take this penalty in this manner because at 2-0 if he does miss, this way what a complexion it changes" "when there may have been a few questions asked, may, but totally find all the answers this afternoon" "if you've got a centre forward who wants to finish either a dominant second or challenge Celtic for the league , you need a centre forward who will put these chances away" Sounds about right. He's a terrible broadcaster. I've little against Commons, but man, at times he's torturous.
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16 Apr 2018, 10:25 AM
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And that's the way we like it...
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Good honest assessment from Bill Leckie. BIG MATCH VERDICT Celtic’s Scottish Cup triumph over Rangers was more like The Invincibles against The Invisibles says Bill LeckieThe Ibrox side's performance at Hampden was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen on a day that the Hoops strolled their way into the final Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THE good news for Rangers fans is that their team’s right back in the hunt for a major trophy. The bad news is, it’s the World Hide-And-Seek Championships. This was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen when the chips were down, in turning their backs on a mate in bother, in failing to go in where it hurt when it mattered most. A gutless, shapeless, utterly hopeless excuse for a performance, just when their fans demanded nothing less than absolute commitment and unquenchable desire. You know that book for kiddies, Where’s Wally? Well, yesterday an angry army of Bluenoses was looking for 14 of them. This was The Invincibles versus The Invisibles, it was Men against Non-Entities. It was, somehow, an even worse display by a losing semi-finalist than Aberdeen had produced 24 hours before. In his white boots, Celtic skipper Scott Brown looked for all the world like he’d come out the tunnel in his stocking soles — and the truth is that, for all the pressure the opposition put him under, he might as well have. Rangers, quite simply, had no one brave enough to tread on his toes. Whenever he won the ball off one of them, there was never a second charging in for handers. Neither did Rangers have anyone clever enough to match the darting runs into space around the box that led to Tom Rogic teasing home the opening goal and might have seen him net a first-half hat-trick. And, maybe most telling of all, Rangers had no-one physically strong enough to deal with the runs in behind them of Moussa Dembele, making it merely a matter of time before one of them — in this case, young Ross McCrorie, was rag-dolled once too often and panicked into a red card. In fact, let’s be brutally honest here. Rangers had nothing; no leadership, no obvious plan, no pace, no guile, not one bit of quality that might have made this anything other than what it soon turned into, a kitten on one end of a see-saw and the boulder from Indiana Jones on the other. Their fans turned against manager Graeme Murty as soon as it went to 2-0, though you had to feel some sympathy for a guy who’s in a job for which he isn’t qualified. He’s been trying to coax something out of a dressing room that is clearly pulling in a dozen different directions, all of this at the end of a week when his chairman has thrown him under the bus by publicly writing off his chances of still being there next season. Not for the first time in recent weeks, he looked lost on the sidelines, a man alone. By the end, facing microphones and notebooks, he seemed not too far away from bubbling. The right thing to do would be to shake hands and let him go now, because the best he can hope for is a second place he’d get no credit for. The worst? As Celtic flicked and tricked and their legions gave it the big Olé, as three became four going on however many you wanted, as one half of Hampden emptied like water going down a plughole, he must have had a horrible premonition of what might happen after the split, with trips to Parkhead, Pittodrie and Easter Road looming on the horizon. As for Celtic? The 90 minutes Brown enjoyed — playing the game at his own pace, sticking his chest out when he felt like it and putting his foot in only when he really had to — summed up just how comfortable this all was. There’s no doubt they’d been well up for this ever since Murty’s staggeringly naive admission that his men had cheered when the draw was made. If they needed any further encouragement to up their game, it surely came when he then came out pre-match and played the old broken record about the gap between the two teams shrinking. Talk about walking onto a left hook? Amidst ever-growing gallusness at one end — Rod Stewart up on his feet after a sherbet or two, leading a chorus of Always Looks On The Bright Side — that gap made the Grand Canyon look like a crack in the pavement. It got to the stage where Celtic were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to take their second penalty and make it 4-0. And, if that wasn’t humiliating enough, there was the now-obligatory Alfredo Morelos Sitter, this one so much harder to miss than to score even some Rangers fans managed a mirthless laugh at his unerring ability to freeze under pressure. It came at the end of a mad spell when, three goals and a man down, they suddenly produced a flurry of chances, Craig Gordon flying to save magnificently from the Colombian’s header then tipping over when Bruno Alves rose to meet the corner, before Mikael Lustig sliced a clearance over the keeper and onto the bar. The ball fell, four yards out, to the unmarked Morelos with Gordon on the deck. He could have blasted it, dinked it, done just about anything except what he did, which was to dither and scuff and hit flailing legs, then sit there, head in hands praying the ground would open up. If the ease with which Brown strolled through this summed it up from Celtic’s point of view, then surely that miss epitomised everything that was wrong with Rangers. Indecisive, confidence shot to bits, nowhere near good enough to cope on a stage this important. Fifteen minutes in, ref Bobby Madden had stopped play so stewards could dispose of a batch of stray blue balloons floating around the pitch. It would be a harsh critic who suggested Rangers would have been better keeping them on and getting rid of their players. Harsh, but fair. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2509206/celtic-rangers-invincibles-invisibles-bill-leckie/ A good, honest assessment of huns’ failings, but nothing of Celtic’s excellence. Even when it came to the “as for Celtic” part it’s about how ‘up for it’ we were, as if that was the difference between the 2 sides, and he still bangs on about Murty and Moelos. We footballed the life out of that mob of chancers; our passing, first touches and movement were a thrill to behold. He doesn’t mention that.
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16 Apr 2018, 10:32 AM
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- 16 Apr 2018, 10:25 AM
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- 16 Apr 2018, 08:47 AM
Good honest assessment from Bill Leckie. BIG MATCH VERDICT Celtic’s Scottish Cup triumph over Rangers was more like The Invincibles against The Invisibles says Bill LeckieThe Ibrox side's performance at Hampden was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen on a day that the Hoops strolled their way into the final Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THE good news for Rangers fans is that their team’s right back in the hunt for a major trophy. The bad news is, it’s the World Hide-And-Seek Championships. This was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen when the chips were down, in turning their backs on a mate in bother, in failing to go in where it hurt when it mattered most. A gutless, shapeless, utterly hopeless excuse for a performance, just when their fans demanded nothing less than absolute commitment and unquenchable desire. You know that book for kiddies, Where’s Wally? Well, yesterday an angry army of Bluenoses was looking for 14 of them. This was The Invincibles versus The Invisibles, it was Men against Non-Entities. It was, somehow, an even worse display by a losing semi-finalist than Aberdeen had produced 24 hours before. In his white boots, Celtic skipper Scott Brown looked for all the world like he’d come out the tunnel in his stocking soles — and the truth is that, for all the pressure the opposition put him under, he might as well have. Rangers, quite simply, had no one brave enough to tread on his toes. Whenever he won the ball off one of them, there was never a second charging in for handers. Neither did Rangers have anyone clever enough to match the darting runs into space around the box that led to Tom Rogic teasing home the opening goal and might have seen him net a first-half hat-trick. And, maybe most telling of all, Rangers had no-one physically strong enough to deal with the runs in behind them of Moussa Dembele, making it merely a matter of time before one of them — in this case, young Ross McCrorie, was rag-dolled once too often and panicked into a red card. In fact, let’s be brutally honest here. Rangers had nothing; no leadership, no obvious plan, no pace, no guile, not one bit of quality that might have made this anything other than what it soon turned into, a kitten on one end of a see-saw and the boulder from Indiana Jones on the other. Their fans turned against manager Graeme Murty as soon as it went to 2-0, though you had to feel some sympathy for a guy who’s in a job for which he isn’t qualified. He’s been trying to coax something out of a dressing room that is clearly pulling in a dozen different directions, all of this at the end of a week when his chairman has thrown him under the bus by publicly writing off his chances of still being there next season. Not for the first time in recent weeks, he looked lost on the sidelines, a man alone. By the end, facing microphones and notebooks, he seemed not too far away from bubbling. The right thing to do would be to shake hands and let him go now, because the best he can hope for is a second place he’d get no credit for. The worst? As Celtic flicked and tricked and their legions gave it the big Olé, as three became four going on however many you wanted, as one half of Hampden emptied like water going down a plughole, he must have had a horrible premonition of what might happen after the split, with trips to Parkhead, Pittodrie and Easter Road looming on the horizon. As for Celtic? The 90 minutes Brown enjoyed — playing the game at his own pace, sticking his chest out when he felt like it and putting his foot in only when he really had to — summed up just how comfortable this all was. There’s no doubt they’d been well up for this ever since Murty’s staggeringly naive admission that his men had cheered when the draw was made. If they needed any further encouragement to up their game, it surely came when he then came out pre-match and played the old broken record about the gap between the two teams shrinking. Talk about walking onto a left hook? Amidst ever-growing gallusness at one end — Rod Stewart up on his feet after a sherbet or two, leading a chorus of Always Looks On The Bright Side — that gap made the Grand Canyon look like a crack in the pavement. It got to the stage where Celtic were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to take their second penalty and make it 4-0. And, if that wasn’t humiliating enough, there was the now-obligatory Alfredo Morelos Sitter, this one so much harder to miss than to score even some Rangers fans managed a mirthless laugh at his unerring ability to freeze under pressure. It came at the end of a mad spell when, three goals and a man down, they suddenly produced a flurry of chances, Craig Gordon flying to save magnificently from the Colombian’s header then tipping over when Bruno Alves rose to meet the corner, before Mikael Lustig sliced a clearance over the keeper and onto the bar. The ball fell, four yards out, to the unmarked Morelos with Gordon on the deck. He could have blasted it, dinked it, done just about anything except what he did, which was to dither and scuff and hit flailing legs, then sit there, head in hands praying the ground would open up. If the ease with which Brown strolled through this summed it up from Celtic’s point of view, then surely that miss epitomised everything that was wrong with Rangers. Indecisive, confidence shot to bits, nowhere near good enough to cope on a stage this important. Fifteen minutes in, ref Bobby Madden had stopped play so stewards could dispose of a batch of stray blue balloons floating around the pitch. It would be a harsh critic who suggested Rangers would have been better keeping them on and getting rid of their players. Harsh, but fair. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2509206/celtic-rangers-invincibles-invisibles-bill-leckie/
A good, honest assessment of huns’ failings, but nothing of Celtic’s excellence. Even when it came to the “as for Celtic” part it’s about how ‘up for it’ we were, as if that was the difference between the 2 sides, and he still bangs on about Murty and Moelos. We footballed the life out of that mob of chancers; our passing, first touches and movement were a thrill to behold. He doesn’t mention that. Exactly. We were the reason they didn't play. Not that they didn't turn up.
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16 Apr 2018, 10:34 AM
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"they never turned up" seems to be the consensus of opinion. This always annoys me when I read this - we never let them turn up. Celtic bossed the game from the start and never gave them the chance to get into it. Were they that bad that they made us look good, or were we that good that we made them look like the team they are?
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16 Apr 2018, 10:38 AM
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Think someone has had a word with Andy Walker. He was very complimentary about Celtic from virtually the first minute yesterday.
Quite scathing about the huns too. Mentioned the whole celebrating when they heard the draw thing.
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16 Apr 2018, 10:53 AM
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"they never turned up" seems to be the consensus of opinion. This always annoys me when I read this - we never let them turn up. Celtic bossed the game from the start and never gave them the chance to get into it. Were they that bad that they made us look good, or were we that good that we made them look like the team they are? They can't accept the obvious. They continue to spout the line that we are not really that good and they are only a few players from parity. It's delusion and long may it continue . The reality is they haven't got a single player that would make our team. They quote examples of us dropping points against Hearts etc and think one off setbacks show that we are poor. Forgetting even when they were doing 9 in a row they lost games every season. But rather than accepting they miles behind us they think they are one or two good transfers away from us. When what they really need is a near total clearout . It allows King an easy time.
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16 Apr 2018, 10:57 AM
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These boots were made for hunbustin'
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Bit hazy memory, but I'm sure Scott Brown said a number of times that they either never turned up or weren't up for it.
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16 Apr 2018, 11:01 AM
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- Gothamcelt
- 16 Apr 2018, 08:47 AM
Good honest assessment from Bill Leckie. BIG MATCH VERDICT Celtic’s Scottish Cup triumph over Rangers was more like The Invincibles against The Invisibles says Bill LeckieThe Ibrox side's performance at Hampden was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen on a day that the Hoops strolled their way into the final Muz pish By Bill Leckie THE good news for Rangers fans is that their team’s right back in the hunt for a major trophy. The bad news is, it’s the World Hide-And-Seek Championships. This was a masterclass in being nowhere to be seen when the chips were down, in turning their backs on a mate in bother, in failing to go in where it hurt when it mattered most. A gutless, shapeless, utterly hopeless excuse for a performance, just when their fans demanded nothing less than absolute commitment and unquenchable desire. You know that book for kiddies, Where’s Wally? Well, yesterday an angry army of Bluenoses was looking for 14 of them. This was The Invincibles versus The Invisibles, it was Men against Non-Entities. It was, somehow, an even worse display by a losing semi-finalist than Aberdeen had produced 24 hours before. In his white boots, Celtic skipper Scott Brown looked for all the world like he’d come out the tunnel in his stocking soles — and the truth is that, for all the pressure the opposition put him under, he might as well have. Rangers, quite simply, had no one brave enough to tread on his toes. Whenever he won the ball off one of them, there was never a second charging in for handers. Neither did Rangers have anyone clever enough to match the darting runs into space around the box that led to Tom Rogic teasing home the opening goal and might have seen him net a first-half hat-trick. And, maybe most telling of all, Rangers had no-one physically strong enough to deal with the runs in behind them of Moussa Dembele, making it merely a matter of time before one of them — in this case, young Ross McCrorie, was rag-dolled once too often and panicked into a red card. In fact, let’s be brutally honest here. Rangers had nothing; no leadership, no obvious plan, no pace, no guile, not one bit of quality that might have made this anything other than what it soon turned into, a kitten on one end of a see-saw and the boulder from Indiana Jones on the other. Their fans turned against manager Graeme Murty as soon as it went to 2-0, though you had to feel some sympathy for a guy who’s in a job for which he isn’t qualified. He’s been trying to coax something out of a dressing room that is clearly pulling in a dozen different directions, all of this at the end of a week when his chairman has thrown him under the bus by publicly writing off his chances of still being there next season. Not for the first time in recent weeks, he looked lost on the sidelines, a man alone. By the end, facing microphones and notebooks, he seemed not too far away from bubbling. The right thing to do would be to shake hands and let him go now, because the best he can hope for is a second place he’d get no credit for. The worst? As Celtic flicked and tricked and their legions gave it the big Olé, as three became four going on however many you wanted, as one half of Hampden emptied like water going down a plughole, he must have had a horrible premonition of what might happen after the split, with trips to Parkhead, Pittodrie and Easter Road looming on the horizon. As for Celtic? The 90 minutes Brown enjoyed — playing the game at his own pace, sticking his chest out when he felt like it and putting his foot in only when he really had to — summed up just how comfortable this all was. There’s no doubt they’d been well up for this ever since Murty’s staggeringly naive admission that his men had cheered when the draw was made. If they needed any further encouragement to up their game, it surely came when he then came out pre-match and played the old broken record about the gap between the two teams shrinking. Talk about walking onto a left hook? Amidst ever-growing gallusness at one end — Rod Stewart up on his feet after a sherbet or two, leading a chorus of Always Looks On The Bright Side — that gap made the Grand Canyon look like a crack in the pavement. It got to the stage where Celtic were playing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to take their second penalty and make it 4-0. And, if that wasn’t humiliating enough, there was the now-obligatory Alfredo Morelos Sitter, this one so much harder to miss than to score even some Rangers fans managed a mirthless laugh at his unerring ability to freeze under pressure. It came at the end of a mad spell when, three goals and a man down, they suddenly produced a flurry of chances, Craig Gordon flying to save magnificently from the Colombian’s header then tipping over when Bruno Alves rose to meet the corner, before Mikael Lustig sliced a clearance over the keeper and onto the bar. The ball fell, four yards out, to the unmarked Morelos with Gordon on the deck. He could have blasted it, dinked it, done just about anything except what he did, which was to dither and scuff and hit flailing legs, then sit there, head in hands praying the ground would open up. If the ease with which Brown strolled through this summed it up from Celtic’s point of view, then surely that miss epitomised everything that was wrong with Rangers. Indecisive, confidence shot to bits, nowhere near good enough to cope on a stage this important. Fifteen minutes in, ref Bobby Madden had stopped play so stewards could dispose of a batch of stray blue balloons floating around the pitch. It would be a harsh critic who suggested Rangers would have been better keeping them on and getting rid of their players. Harsh, but fair. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2509206/celtic-rangers-invincibles-invisibles-bill-leckie/ Eff that running in the rain Muz carrot, and eff the Sun
Edited by shugmc, 16 Apr 2018, 11:01 AM.
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