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16 Feb 2018, 09:04 PM
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The record has been anti Celtic for as long as I can remember - just off the top of my head, the hearse sent to CP when it looked like we might go under, the Thugs, thieves headline, the time they put a 4 page spread on the 10th? anniversary of rangers battle with leeds on the day we had a big CL night and the new team were still languishing in the championship (I wonder what sector of the population they were aiming for?), negativity in our transfers / positivity in theirs - much as I don't want to see anyone losing their jobs, I won't miss the record or its biased reporting - or the sunday post and its sectarian employment policy (no papes need apply).
This, and their refusal to question, criticise, investigate, the shenanigans at the death star, which will ultimately kill them off, and will no doubt result in unpaid creditors, and job losses so feck them.
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
I sit above (to the left) of the GB ) and I heard it. With the adrenaline flowing, Walk On just finished, they belted that out a few (myself included) sang it. On behalf of myse l f and CFC I apologise.
Wasn’t the GB who started it, came from the Celtic end. On the one (and only) occasion when the UK media don't blame the Russians for something
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16 Feb 2018, 10:38 PM
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
I sit above (to the left) of the GB ) and I heard it. With the adrenaline flowing, Walk On just finished, they belted that out a few (myself included) sang it. On behalf of myse l f and CFC I apologise.
Wasn’t the GB who started it, came from the Celtic end. Fair do's.
I only heard iit at our end and followed (like an old sheep) the crowd singing.
I wasn't trying to apportion blame on the GB.
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Aye could clearly hear it on the telly
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16 Feb 2018, 11:11 PM
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Look forward to Leckie highlighting the Sevco party tunes at their next game. Maybe a mention of their disgraceful Lisbon lions chant? No chance. Another Hun biased plonker who just has to get a wee snide line or two in.
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16 Feb 2018, 11:18 PM
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Bill Leckie has a good piece on the game last night, until he has a wee dig at the GB. Possibly couldn't help himself but then again I'm sure he will report what he hears when rangers play at the weekend. LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
Was at the game and I for one never heard the up the Ra at the start of the game. I maybe wrong but did anyone else hear it prior to kick off or is it just that carrots selective hearing?
I sit above (to the left) of the GB ) and I heard it. With the adrenaline flowing, Walk On just finished, they belted that out a few (myself included) sang it. On behalf of myse l f and CFC I apologise. I sang it and always do.
It's a nonsensical song with nonsense lyrics that can be interpreted anyway you want.
If haters want to be offended they'll be offended.
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
I sit above (to the left) of the GB ) and I heard it. With the adrenaline flowing, Walk On just finished, they belted that out a few (myself included) sang it. On behalf of myse l f and CFC I apologise.
I sang it and always do. It's a nonsensical song with nonsense lyrics that can be interpreted anyway you want. If haters want to be offended they'll be offended.
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Imagine singing a song called the Celtic Symphony at a Celtic game.
Scumbags the lot of them. The song is about following Celtic.
Leckie is trying to stay relevant.
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The record has been anti Celtic for as long as I can remember - just off the top of my head, the hearse sent to CP when it looked like we might go under, the Thugs, thieves headline, the time they put a 4 page spread on the 10th? anniversary of rangers battle with leeds on the day we had a big CL night and the new team were still languishing in the championship (I wonder what sector of the population they were aiming for?), negativity in our transfers / positivity in theirs - much as I don't want to see anyone losing their jobs, I won't miss the record or its biased reporting - or the sunday post and its sectarian employment policy (no papes need apply).
This, and their refusal to question, criticise, investigate, the shenanigans at the death star, which will ultimately kill them off, and will no doubt result in unpaid creditors, and job losses so feck them. Far more recent, the Record's derogatory article about Liam Miller - hours after his tragic death
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The record was a good paper in the past - used to have a social conscience and campaigned for the working class. In the past though. The last 20 years has saw its integrity disappear, it’s content dumb down and through it’s vain attempts to please everyone has ended up pleasing no one.
Successive editors must take their share of the blame - they are the captains of the ship. The record was in decline but the moment it decided to peddle the great lie and refuse to properly investigate the biggest sporting (and arguably financial) scandal in Scotland’s history was the day it signed its own death warrant. Virtually the only accurate reporting of the Hun demise has come from English journalists. This media portrayed as defender of the people and slayer of corruption simply does not exist in Scotland and hadn’t for years. I should be sad at the demise of the record, but the paper I grew up reading and that campaigned for many good causes died more than 20 years ago. I’ve already mourned its passing.
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
I sit above (to the left) of the GB ) and I heard it. With the adrenaline flowing, Walk On just finished, they belted that out a few (myself included) sang it. On behalf of myse l f and CFC I apologise.
I sang it and always do. It's a nonsensical song with nonsense lyrics that can be interpreted anyway you want. If haters want to be offended they'll be offended. I'll criticize and always will do. The singers want to offend and get stroppy if anybody has the temerity to disagree.
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"Ooh aah upa waa"
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Bill Leckie has a good piece on the game last night, until he has a wee dig at the GB. Possibly couldn't help himself but then again I'm sure he will report what he hears when rangers play at the weekend. LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
Was at the game and I for one never heard the up the Ra at the start of the game. I maybe wrong but did anyone else hear it prior to kick off or is it just that carrots selective hearing?
The whole stadium sang it ffs. I never - was it The Celtic Symphony?
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
The whole stadium sang it ffs.
I never - was it The Celtic Symphony? The whole stadium does not sing the ‘ooh ah up the ra’ bit though
I’m only basing that on being at games and using my eyes and ears
I sit in the family section granted but the song goes v quiet at that point in all fairness
That’s not made up it’s just what actually happens during the symphony song
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
I never - was it The Celtic Symphony?
The whole stadium does not sing the ‘ooh ah up the ra’ bit though I’m only basing that on being at games and using my eyes and ears I sit in the family section granted but the song goes v quiet at that point in all fairness That’s not made up it’s just what actually happens during the symphony song agree. Think some people still say Samaras haha
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After a lifetime in the newspaper industry, the one thing I believe that most readers won't tolerate is being lied to. They will accept any amount of squirming, shuffling and plays upon words from their favourite newspaper to avoid stating uncomfortable truths but draw the line at outright lying unless it's to do with national security, when they just look away. That's been my experience anyway.
All the major Scottish titles made a pact with the devil to lie about the death of Rangers and Sevco Scotland's subsequent emergence as a new club. None wanted to be blindsided but all of them have been -- it was a catastrophic miscalculation. The decline in Scottish circulations in the past five years has far exceeded the rate of decline in other countries I take an interest in, as far as I can see. It's certainly greater than it has been in Ireland, where newspapers still enjoy a measure of trust and where smart phone use is just as widespread.
Even people with little or no interest in football must have been stupified at how the papers turned on a sixpence in handling the Rangers story and the brazenness of the continuation lie. If they can lie in your face about something as inconsequential as football, what else are they lying about? The final irony is that the demographic they were desperately trying to hold on to distrusts them as much as we do, but for different reasons.
It should all have been so different. Had it been, it would all be over now and the narrative would be how quickly could the new club rise to challenge Celtic? They might even have evoked some sympathy from the naive and the bien-pensants but not from me, the dirty cheating bastards.
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After a lifetime in the newspaper industry, the one thing I believe that most readers won't tolerate is being lied to. They will accept any amount of squirming, shuffling and plays upon words from their favourite newspaper to avoid stating uncomfortable truths but draw the line at outright lying unless it's to do with national security, when they just look away. That's been my experience anyway.
All the major Scottish titles made a pact with the devil to lie about the death of Rangers and Sevco Scotland's subsequent emergence as a new club. None wanted to be blindsided but all of them have been -- it was a catastrophic miscalculation. The decline in Scottish circulations in the past five years has far exceeded the rate of decline in other countries I take an interest in, as far as I can see. It's certainly greater than it has been in Ireland, where newspapers still enjoy a measure of trust and where smart phone use is just as widespread.
Even people with little or no interest in football must have been stupified at how the papers turned on a sixpence in handling the Rangers story and the brazenness of the continuation lie. If they can lie in your face about something as inconsequential as football, what else are they lying about? The final irony is that the demographic they were desperately trying to hold on to distrusts them as much as we do, but for different reasons.
It should all have been so different. Had it been, it would all be over now and the narrative would be how quickly could the new club rise to challenge Celtic? They might even have evoked some sympathy from the naive and the bien-pensants but not from me, the dirty cheating bastards. Well said Torque. And as you say , the irony is that the audience that they chose to play to distrusts them as much as we do. The rectum has pampered billy with fake news and anti-Celtic stories for as long as I can remember. It has served the previous and current aye-brokes clubs with distinction. It has whored itself to the bigot dome , a willing vehicle of propaganda, and yet it is despised by the very pee-poh whom it has sought to please. If it goes down the swanny, good effin riddance.
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Quoting limited to 3 levels deep LOUD AND PROUD Celtic’s win against Zenit St Petersburg was one of the finest European nights at Parkhead says Bill LeckieThe margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot Spoiler: click to toggle By Bill Leckie THEY buzzed and they swarmed around the box, they whizzed and they fizzed balls across the face of goal. They pressed and they passed from first to last, all energy and creativity and possibilities. And as the stands responded, as the atmosphere crackled and the thunder rolled and the 67th minute light show glittered, suddenly this tie didn’t feel like a consolation prize after all. It might not have had the trappings of a Champions League showpiece, less hype and no theme tune to make a million hairs stand up on 60,000 necks, but this was a night when Parkhead was at its European finest, its loudest, its proudest. Only question is now, will it get another like it this season? Well, at least they’ve given themselves a right good chance. And boy, did they earn that chance. In all honesty, the margins between them going over to Russia 1-0 up or 4-0 up were as thin as the sole on a modern-day boot. Callum McGregor, Olivier Ntcham, James Forrest, Moussa Dembele – the chances so nearly opened up wide for them, the bounce so nearly fell their way time and again. Maybe if that bounce had been a good one just once early on, they might have had two or three before half an hour had gone by; it was that sort of performance, one that was always on the very cusp of turning promise into profit. All the while, there stood Roberto Mancini in his puffer jacket and with is puffed-out cheeks, pacing the track, waving his arms all Italian-like, muttering to himself in the realisation of just how thin a line his troops were treading. He knew Zenit were playing like exactly what they were, a team without a competitive game since before Christmas. Not sharp enough, not properly tuned in to each other. They were as faceless and passive for most of this 90 minutes as their coach was animated. And as they got themselves through it as unscathed as possible, how Mancini must have yearned for a McGregor in his ranks. Everything good Celtic did came through him, sitting in the hole behind lone frontman Dembele. They constantly fed passes into him on the half-turn, his brain already making the next move before the ball arrived, always a step ahead of anyone else on the park. So it was fitting that when, finally, the goal came that lifted the roof off the place, he was the man who got it. Or rather, who absolutely buried it. Yes, he had time and he had space when Charley Musonda hung the ball up from out on the left. But how often do you see guys with that time and space banjo one into the crowd? How often does their touch and their temperament let them down and the chance is lost? Not this boy, not a prayer. As it bounced up high, he was on those twinkle toes of his, taking it on his chest and thrashing it into the roof of the net. Andrei Lunev might as well not have been in the nets. It was a moment McGregor thoroughly deserved and that Celtic as a team were more than due. Question is, will it be enough to guarantee at least one more European home night this season? You wondered if this one would have the same vibe as the Champions League, because so often at so many stadiums you could put the same two clubs on either sides of the white line in the two continental competitions two nights in an row and the feeling would be totally different. Last night, the stands were certainly slowish to fill up, the pre-match not as charged as it had been against PSG and Bayern and so many before. But once the teams emerged, it rocked. As You’ll Never Walk Alone subsided and kick off loomed, the wedge of sky-blue-scarfed Zenit supporters to the right of the main stand had to yell with all their might to even make a dent in the din at kick-off and might as well have been shouting in a wind tunnel. Above the opposite corner flag, the Green Brigade arrived to find thousands of coloured flags over their seat-backs, then unfurled a giant, Soviet-style banner with the club name in Cyrillic-style writing – well, with the “e” backwards, at least – and city landmarks picked out in black against green and gold. Impressive, that. A feeling that instantly evaporated as they folded it back up for kick-off and broke into a chant of Oo Ah Up The ‘Ra. What a strange bunch the Parkhead club’s hardcore are; so often inventive and super-positive yet in the next breath coming out with chants that make you wish they were kept in a soundproofed cage. Still, that’s for their club to eventually deal with. But not this morning, you’d think, not after a result like this. Brendan Rodgers got everything he could have asked for from his players last night and then some. They, in turn, got all the backing they could have dreamed of from the punters. Together, they can be heady combination, a match for anyone. If Celtic can finish this job without them and with the Russian hordes baying for their heads, it might just be the best result Rodgers has racked up yet. https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/sport/football/2237888/celtic-zenit-europe-parkhead-bill-leckie/
The whole stadium does not sing the ‘ooh ah up the ra’ bit though I’m only basing that on being at games and using my eyes and ears I sit in the family section granted but the song goes v quiet at that point in all fairness That’s not made up it’s just what actually happens during the symphony song
agree. Think some people still say Samaras haha Boy behind me was once singing oh ah Cantona!
that may have offended the odd Crystal Palace supporter.
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17 Feb 2018, 11:17 AM
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After a lifetime in the newspaper industry, the one thing I believe that most readers won't tolerate is being lied to. They will accept any amount of squirming, shuffling and plays upon words from their favourite newspaper to avoid stating uncomfortable truths but draw the line at outright lying unless it's to do with national security, when they just look away. That's been my experience anyway.
All the major Scottish titles made a pact with the devil to lie about the death of Rangers and Sevco Scotland's subsequent emergence as a new club. None wanted to be blindsided but all of them have been -- it was a catastrophic miscalculation. The decline in Scottish circulations in the past five years has far exceeded the rate of decline in other countries I take an interest in, as far as I can see. It's certainly greater than it has been in Ireland, where newspapers still enjoy a measure of trust and where smart phone use is just as widespread.
Even people with little or no interest in football must have been stupified at how the papers turned on a sixpence in handling the Rangers story and the brazenness of the continuation lie. If they can lie in your face about something as inconsequential as football, what else are they lying about? The final irony is that the demographic they were desperately trying to hold on to distrusts them as much as we do, but for different reasons.
It should all have been so different. Had it been, it would all be over now and the narrative would be how quickly could the new club rise to challenge Celtic? They might even have evoked some sympathy from the naive and the bien-pensants but not from me, the dirty cheating bastards.
Well said Torque. And as you say , the irony is that the audience that they chose to play to distrusts them as much as we do. The rectum has pampered billy with fake news and anti-Celtic stories for as long as I can remember. It has served the previous and current aye-brokes clubs with distinction. It has whored itself to the bigot dome , a willing vehicle of propaganda, and yet it is despised by the very pee-poh whom it has sought to please. If it goes down the swanny, good effin riddance. The new guy in charge Digital David Dick will fare no better with the Rectum Rag , all they ahve done in recent times is scrape stories from Bloggers and Twitter with little or no accreditation or thanks . I doubt if any "journos" there actually get off their jacksie for a story , just waiting on people like Jabba to feed them their pitch for the day .
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17 Feb 2018, 12:26 PM
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After a lifetime in the newspaper industry, the one thing I believe that most readers won't tolerate is being lied to. They will accept any amount of squirming, shuffling and plays upon words from their favourite newspaper to avoid stating uncomfortable truths but draw the line at outright lying unless it's to do with national security, when they just look away. That's been my experience anyway.
All the major Scottish titles made a pact with the devil to lie about the death of Rangers and Sevco Scotland's subsequent emergence as a new club. None wanted to be blindsided but all of them have been -- it was a catastrophic miscalculation. The decline in Scottish circulations in the past five years has far exceeded the rate of decline in other countries I take an interest in, as far as I can see. It's certainly greater than it has been in Ireland, where newspapers still enjoy a measure of trust and where smart phone use is just as widespread.
Even people with little or no interest in football must have been stupified at how the papers turned on a sixpence in handling the Rangers story and the brazenness of the continuation lie. If they can lie in your face about something as inconsequential as football, what else are they lying about? The final irony is that the demographic they were desperately trying to hold on to distrusts them as much as we do, but for different reasons.
It should all have been so different. Had it been, it would all be over now and the narrative would be how quickly could the new club rise to challenge Celtic? They might even have evoked some sympathy from the naive and the bien-pensants but not from me, the dirty cheating bastards. Calls it as it is, well said Torq.
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