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29 Apr 2018, 07:12 PM
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BFDJ and Dalziel backtracking earlier today on Sevco's January signings - now saying it was a poor window and in particular they called out Martin, Cummings and Murphy as poor signings
Yet all 3 named in Alex McLeish's Scotland squad last time round having done heehaw and not a peep from SMSM
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29 Apr 2018, 07:36 PM
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- 29 Apr 2018, 03:40 PM
 JJ Park Jnr looks like a minion with the rest of hisl face painted on and a wig
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29 Apr 2018, 07:55 PM
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Leckie:No courage, no class, no fight. Not on the park, not off it.
BIG MATCH VERDICT Celtic revelled in Rangers’ misery like rubbing deep heat into a jockstrap, says Bill Leckie Every time you wonder how much worse it can get for Rangers on Old Firm days, they get down and limbo lower than ever
Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie GOAL after goal. Humping after humping. Title after title. Ignominy upon ignominy upon spirit-crushing ignominy. Every time you wonder how much worse it can get for Rangers on Old Firm days, they get down and limbo lower than ever. You wondered if they’d hit rock bottom as the club who they went toe to toe with hit them for five going on ten to seal a seventh title on the trot. But wait. To prove there are no depths of indignity they cannot plumb, they send a spin doctor in to announce that no one — not even the manager — would be popping his head above the parapet to explain it all away. No courage, no class, no fight. Not on the park, not off it. And boy, did Celtic revel in their misery. They rubbed it in like Deep Heat into a jockstrap. They didn’t just beat them, they crushed them. They humiliated them. Let’s be honest, they just plain LAUGHED at them. Fifty-seven minutes in, the striker bounces on the touchline, ready to plunge into the heat of battle. All around him, tens of thousands stand, clapping and stamping and bawling his name. On a day of massive celebrations, it’s the kind of ovation reserved for genuine heroes. Or — in this case — for the guy who epitomises everything that is rank rotten about your once-ferocious rivals. That guy that is the symbol of the yawning chasm that lies between Celtic and Rangers right now, is Alfredo Morelos. Cheered as he jogged down the touchline to warm up, roared to the rafters as he sprinted on with half an hour left and his team five down. Willed by the home hordes to shoot when he found himself clean through a few minutes later, but only because they knew in their hearts he’d miss. And the thing is, they knew that he knew it too. The half-hearted effort struck the sprawling Craig Gordon, the Colombian tumbled over and lay on the deck, deflated yet again. Again, his name rang out from 50,000 throats. Andy Halliday received the same treatment, hailed over and over by bouncing, gloating home fans. The whole Rangers team were cheered back out of the tunnel after half-time. When they managed to string a few passes together with the game dead and buried, each one was greeted with joyous ‘Ole’s’. This was their role here yesterday, to be the butt of every joke from the stands — and sitting ducks for target practice in their own penalty box from first minute until last. On the pitch, the only ones who escaped the carnage with any credit were stand-in keeper Jak Alnwick and the much-ridiculed but always hard-grafting Halliday. Off it, the 7,000 or so who came to support them deserve kudos just for having the cojones to turn up, the 3,000 still there at the bitter end even more so. Those fans have plainly had enough. And if any of them haven’t, then I repeat a line from the last time this pair met, which is that they deserve the club they end up with. A fortnight ago, in the Cup at Hampden, they despaired of a side who hid like frightened kids and were lucky to get away with a 4-0. Here, they were reduced to miserable silence as, if anything, this hapless, hopeless gang contributed even less to the occasion. It was 15 minutes before the deadlock was broken, but in all honesty it had been coming from the opening 15 seconds. It really was that much of a procession, one made all the more traffic-free by the slow legs and slower minds of almost every man in light blue. Their decision-making — in space as well as under pressure — was dreadful. Their communication was almost non-existent. Their passing, their movement, their marking, their finishing, all of them ridiculously poor. Before kick-off, a giant banner had unfurled in the standing section with the legend: Piling on the agony, putting on the style. But you know the worst thing for Rangers? That in order to pile on that agony, Celtic really didn’t have to produce all that much style. In patches they were unplayable — and, yes, Brendan Rodgers lavished them with every glowing adjective imaginable — but in truth, had they been on absolute top form, even a terrific performance from Alnwick wouldn’t have kept it to single figures. You pronounce his name Annic, by the way. To rhyme with panic, the emotion that ran through every blue shirt in front of him. Inside the opening couple of minutes, he was sprinting out of his box to head clear. He was still stranded there when the ball came back in and he had to volley it into the stand. The tone was set. By the time Odsonne Edouard make it 1-0, Alnwick had already kept out four. His face as the defence played Keystone Kops to let Tom Rogic chip into an empty net for the fourth, right after the break, was one of utter helplessness. It would have been interesting to hear his take on it all, but — as with everyone else from Murty down — there was not a peep. They just showered, piled back onto the bus, kept their heads down as they crept through the partying crowds and went to prepare for the club’s Player of the Year awards. At the time of writing, the results were not known. But my money’s on a 0-0 draw. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2573164/celtic-title-rangers-bill-leckie-big-match-verdict/
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30 Apr 2018, 01:46 PM
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Huns bottom of the league say Daily Record
Aggregate score lines against SPFL opposition over two seasons (one season if marked *)
Hibs* 10-8 Dundee 12-2 Hamilton 15-3 Inverness* 15-2 St Johnstone 19-6 Hearts 20-7 Kilmarnock 18-4 Partick 19-5 Ross 16-2 Motherwell 21-5 Aberdeen 22-3 HUNS 30-6
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30 Apr 2018, 02:04 PM
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And that's the way we like it...
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Leckie:No courage, no class, no fight. Not on the park, not off it. BIG MATCH VERDICT Celtic revelled in Rangers’ misery like rubbing deep heat into a jockstrap, says Bill LeckieEvery time you wonder how much worse it can get for Rangers on Old Firm days, they get down and limbo lower than ever Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie GOAL after goal. Humping after humping. Title after title. Ignominy upon ignominy upon spirit-crushing ignominy. Every time you wonder how much worse it can get for Rangers on Old Firm days, they get down and limbo lower than ever. You wondered if they’d hit rock bottom as the club who they went toe to toe with hit them for five going on ten to seal a seventh title on the trot. But wait. To prove there are no depths of indignity they cannot plumb, they send a spin doctor in to announce that no one — not even the manager — would be popping his head above the parapet to explain it all away. No courage, no class, no fight. Not on the park, not off it. And boy, did Celtic revel in their misery. They rubbed it in like Deep Heat into a jockstrap. They didn’t just beat them, they crushed them. They humiliated them. Let’s be honest, they just plain LAUGHED at them. Fifty-seven minutes in, the striker bounces on the touchline, ready to plunge into the heat of battle. All around him, tens of thousands stand, clapping and stamping and bawling his name. On a day of massive celebrations, it’s the kind of ovation reserved for genuine heroes. Or — in this case — for the guy who epitomises everything that is rank rotten about your once-ferocious rivals. That guy that is the symbol of the yawning chasm that lies between Celtic and Rangers right now, is Alfredo Morelos. Cheered as he jogged down the touchline to warm up, roared to the rafters as he sprinted on with half an hour left and his team five down. Willed by the home hordes to shoot when he found himself clean through a few minutes later, but only because they knew in their hearts he’d miss. And the thing is, they knew that he knew it too. The half-hearted effort struck the sprawling Craig Gordon, the Colombian tumbled over and lay on the deck, deflated yet again. Again, his name rang out from 50,000 throats. Andy Halliday received the same treatment, hailed over and over by bouncing, gloating home fans. The whole Rangers team were cheered back out of the tunnel after half-time. When they managed to string a few passes together with the game dead and buried, each one was greeted with joyous ‘Ole’s’. This was their role here yesterday, to be the butt of every joke from the stands — and sitting ducks for target practice in their own penalty box from first minute until last. On the pitch, the only ones who escaped the carnage with any credit were stand-in keeper Jak Alnwick and the much-ridiculed but always hard-grafting Halliday. Off it, the 7,000 or so who came to support them deserve kudos just for having the cojones to turn up, the 3,000 still there at the bitter end even more so. Those fans have plainly had enough. And if any of them haven’t, then I repeat a line from the last time this pair met, which is that they deserve the club they end up with. A fortnight ago, in the Cup at Hampden, they despaired of a side who hid like frightened kids and were lucky to get away with a 4-0. Here, they were reduced to miserable silence as, if anything, this hapless, hopeless gang contributed even less to the occasion. It was 15 minutes before the deadlock was broken, but in all honesty it had been coming from the opening 15 seconds. It really was that much of a procession, one made all the more traffic-free by the slow legs and slower minds of almost every man in light blue. Their decision-making — in space as well as under pressure — was dreadful. Their communication was almost non-existent. Their passing, their movement, their marking, their finishing, all of them ridiculously poor. Before kick-off, a giant banner had unfurled in the standing section with the legend: Piling on the agony, putting on the style. But you know the worst thing for Rangers? That in order to pile on that agony, Celtic really didn’t have to produce all that much style. In patches they were unplayable — and, yes, Brendan Rodgers lavished them with every glowing adjective imaginable — but in truth, had they been on absolute top form, even a terrific performance from Alnwick wouldn’t have kept it to single figures. You pronounce his name Annic, by the way. To rhyme with panic, the emotion that ran through every blue shirt in front of him. Inside the opening couple of minutes, he was sprinting out of his box to head clear. He was still stranded there when the ball came back in and he had to volley it into the stand. The tone was set. By the time Odsonne Edouard make it 1-0, Alnwick had already kept out four. His face as the defence played Keystone Kops to let Tom Rogic chip into an empty net for the fourth, right after the break, was one of utter helplessness. It would have been interesting to hear his take on it all, but — as with everyone else from Murty down — there was not a peep. They just showered, piled back onto the bus, kept their heads down as they crept through the partying crowds and went to prepare for the club’s Player of the Year awards. At the time of writing, the results were not known. But my money’s on a 0-0 draw. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2573164/celtic-title-rangers-bill-leckie-big-match-verdict/ Same sh ite as his Hampden report, he can barely spit out a word of praise for Celtic. eff ‘im.
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Leckie:No courage, no class, no fight. Not on the park, not off it. BIG MATCH VERDICT Celtic revelled in Rangers’ misery like rubbing deep heat into a jockstrap, says Bill LeckieEvery time you wonder how much worse it can get for Rangers on Old Firm days, they get down and limbo lower than ever Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie GOAL after goal. Humping after humping. Title after title. Ignominy upon ignominy upon spirit-crushing ignominy. Every time you wonder how much worse it can get for Rangers on Old Firm days, they get down and limbo lower than ever. You wondered if they’d hit rock bottom as the club who they went toe to toe with hit them for five going on ten to seal a seventh title on the trot. But wait. To prove there are no depths of indignity they cannot plumb, they send a spin doctor in to announce that no one — not even the manager — would be popping his head above the parapet to explain it all away. No courage, no class, no fight. Not on the park, not off it. And boy, did Celtic revel in their misery. They rubbed it in like Deep Heat into a jockstrap. They didn’t just beat them, they crushed them. They humiliated them. Let’s be honest, they just plain LAUGHED at them. Fifty-seven minutes in, the striker bounces on the touchline, ready to plunge into the heat of battle. All around him, tens of thousands stand, clapping and stamping and bawling his name. On a day of massive celebrations, it’s the kind of ovation reserved for genuine heroes. Or — in this case — for the guy who epitomises everything that is rank rotten about your once-ferocious rivals. That guy that is the symbol of the yawning chasm that lies between Celtic and Rangers right now, is Alfredo Morelos. Cheered as he jogged down the touchline to warm up, roared to the rafters as he sprinted on with half an hour left and his team five down. Willed by the home hordes to shoot when he found himself clean through a few minutes later, but only because they knew in their hearts he’d miss. And the thing is, they knew that he knew it too. The half-hearted effort struck the sprawling Craig Gordon, the Colombian tumbled over and lay on the deck, deflated yet again. Again, his name rang out from 50,000 throats. Andy Halliday received the same treatment, hailed over and over by bouncing, gloating home fans. The whole Rangers team were cheered back out of the tunnel after half-time. When they managed to string a few passes together with the game dead and buried, each one was greeted with joyous ‘Ole’s’. This was their role here yesterday, to be the butt of every joke from the stands — and sitting ducks for target practice in their own penalty box from first minute until last. On the pitch, the only ones who escaped the carnage with any credit were stand-in keeper Jak Alnwick and the much-ridiculed but always hard-grafting Halliday. Off it, the 7,000 or so who came to support them deserve kudos just for having the cojones to turn up, the 3,000 still there at the bitter end even more so. Those fans have plainly had enough. And if any of them haven’t, then I repeat a line from the last time this pair met, which is that they deserve the club they end up with. A fortnight ago, in the Cup at Hampden, they despaired of a side who hid like frightened kids and were lucky to get away with a 4-0. Here, they were reduced to miserable silence as, if anything, this hapless, hopeless gang contributed even less to the occasion. It was 15 minutes before the deadlock was broken, but in all honesty it had been coming from the opening 15 seconds. It really was that much of a procession, one made all the more traffic-free by the slow legs and slower minds of almost every man in light blue. Their decision-making — in space as well as under pressure — was dreadful. Their communication was almost non-existent. Their passing, their movement, their marking, their finishing, all of them ridiculously poor. Before kick-off, a giant banner had unfurled in the standing section with the legend: Piling on the agony, putting on the style. But you know the worst thing for Rangers? That in order to pile on that agony, Celtic really didn’t have to produce all that much style. In patches they were unplayable — and, yes, Brendan Rodgers lavished them with every glowing adjective imaginable — but in truth, had they been on absolute top form, even a terrific performance from Alnwick wouldn’t have kept it to single figures. You pronounce his name Annic, by the way. To rhyme with panic, the emotion that ran through every blue shirt in front of him. Inside the opening couple of minutes, he was sprinting out of his box to head clear. He was still stranded there when the ball came back in and he had to volley it into the stand. The tone was set. By the time Odsonne Edouard make it 1-0, Alnwick had already kept out four. His face as the defence played Keystone Kops to let Tom Rogic chip into an empty net for the fourth, right after the break, was one of utter helplessness. It would have been interesting to hear his take on it all, but — as with everyone else from Murty down — there was not a peep. They just showered, piled back onto the bus, kept their heads down as they crept through the partying crowds and went to prepare for the club’s Player of the Year awards. At the time of writing, the results were not known. But my money’s on a 0-0 draw. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2573164/celtic-title-rangers-bill-leckie-big-match-verdict/
Same sh ite as his Hampden report, he can barely spit out a word of praise for Celtic. eff ‘im. That's because he's another Hun, who pretends to support a provincial small town club like Broadfoot, Trayor and countless other bawbags.
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Jackson writes, "as with everyone else from Murty down", I assume the silence order came from someone up the way actually you sad excuse for a hack - you know, the bloke who tells you what angle to take in these puff pieces you write.
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Leckie writes, "as with everyone else from Murty down", I assume the silence order came from someone up the way actually you sad excuse for a hack - you know, the bloke who tells you what angle to take in these puff pieces you write.
My mistook. Traynor phoned and put me straight.
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Hilarious, they all look so dignified as the mumble their way into Paradise. Well done m8 for capturing the "glory" that is sevco They're like a crew of executioners showing up for the Nuremburg trials
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Will it be soon that even Traynor realises you simply can't polish this turd?
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“Gers may have lost and had to watch as their great rivals clinched the league but they will be ready to hit the Stevie G spot next year and do a domestic clean sweep of trophies”
Is that one of your creations or is it genuine?
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BBC Reporting Scotland’s sports coverage has a passing reference to Celtic’s seventh league win, then in almost the same sentence... “but instead of basking in the glory, Brendan Rodgers criticised Rangers for throwing Graeme Murty to the garbage”. Then follows a two-minute report on Rangers, Gerrard and so on.
We know they’re biased but they make it so obvious.
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BBC Reporting Scotland’s sports coverage has a passing reference to Celtic’s seventh league win, then in almost the same sentence... “but instead of basking in the glory, Brendan Rodgers criticised Rangers for throwing Graeme Murty to the garbage”. Then follows a two-minute report on Rangers, Gerrard and so on.
We know they’re biased but they make it so obvious. It’s this very bias and lack of critical and objective thinking that’s one of the reasons they’re in their current state.
So they can fill their boots with this mode as far as I’m concerned.
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Hilarious, they all look so dignified as the mumble their way into Paradise. Well done m8 for capturing the "glory" that is sevco
They're like a crew of executioners showing up for the Nuremburg trials AP should whack the Reservoir Dogs theme tune onto that.
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They're like a crew of executioners showing up for the Nuremburg trials
AP should whack the Reservoir Dogs theme tune onto that. Cannae. It's called 'Little Green bag'
Maybe there's a Little brown brogue version
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STEVEN'S JOB NOT SO 'ARD
New boss will be relaxed about his task at Ibrox says Matthew Lindsay
There have been some harsh words written about the 5-0 loss suffered by Rangers yesterday but manager in waiting Steven "Ger" Gerrard would have seen plenty encouraging signs as he plots the downfall of Celtic next season.
On the face of it, a five goal defeat would seem a heavy one but the home side must be kicking themselves at not scoring more, and really they let their support down by not trying for the last 40 minutes or so.
They should also have been down to 10 men after Mikael Lustig impersonated a police officer whilst celebrating a goal, a deciding factor in this pulsating game.
Had striker Odsonne Edouard been on the bench, as he normally is at the start of these affairs, there is no way he would have scored his two goals and the match would have taken a different complexion. Gerrard would certainly have noted this glaring fact as he plots the destruction of the very fabric of the club formed in Glasgow's east end to give people slops for tea.
Much has been said of James Forrest's display, but his "goal" owed more to luck than skill. His run through the entire Rangers defence and finish saw him celebrate like he had just scored his first goal against the light blue giants. You can just imagine new supremo Gerrard marking the little runway-pissing scrote's card for the stunning treble Rangers winning campaign next year.
And the former Liverpool giant would have been stroking his pencil at the incredible support given by the Ibrox legions, who streamed out of the ground after the third goal went in with a show of staunch defiance.
Celtic may have won this particular encounter, but the war has just started.
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STEVEN'S JOB NOT SO 'ARD
New boss will be relaxed about his task at Ibrox says Matthew Lindsay
There have been some harsh words written about the 5-0 loss suffered by Rangers yesterday but manager in waiting Steven "Ger" Gerrard would have seen plenty encouraging signs as he plots the downfall of Celtic next season.
On the face of it, a five goal defeat would seem a heavy one but the home side must be kicking themselves at not scoring more, and really they let their support down by not trying for the last 40 minutes or so.
They should also have been down to 10 men after Mikael Lustig impersonated a police officer whilst celebrating a goal, a deciding factor in this pulsating game.
Had striker Odsonne Edouard been on the bench, as he normally is at the start of these affairs, there is no way he would have scored his two goals and the match would have taken a different complexion. Gerrard would certainly have noted this glaring fact as he plots the destruction of the very fabric of the club formed in Glasgow's east end to give people slops for tea.
Much has been said of James Forrest's display, but his "goal" owed more to luck than skill. His run through the entire Rangers defence and finish saw him celebrate like he had just scored his first goal against the light blue giants. You can just imagine new supremo Gerrard marking the little runway-pissing scrote's card for the stunning treble Rangers winning campaign next year.
And the former Liverpool giant would have been stroking his pencil at the incredible support given by the Ibrox legions, who streamed out of the ground after the third goal went in with a show of staunch defiance.
Celtic may have won this particular encounter, but the war has just started.
Back on form TS. Bravo.
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