I would prefer Biton to Julia anyway. He's been out for years.
Cairnsybhoy79
Well-known member
I know that I was being a smart arse mate
Photos: “We just gave our Celtic squad a sending-off”...
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Photo: "We just gave our Celtic squad a sending-off"
Celtic fans give Ange's squad a massive Saturday morning boost
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Tarzan Trombone
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then their media partner writes the real reasons they renaged in the "rolf harris" cup."Ibrox commercial director James Bisgrove told Rangers TV last month that the tournament offered "a sizable benefit from a commercial perspective", adding that the "board unanimously feel this is a positive opportunity".
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“After it became clear the tournament organisers were unwilling to fulfil their commitments to Rangers, we have, with immediate effect, terminated the club’s agreement with the organisers.”
that thread coupled with the king comments leaves the Trangers in deep doo doo if the @rolf harris@ cup people get wind of the bile on that site
bhoy4life
Well-known member
If we are not to lose, we need to score at least twice, don’t dispute we are perfectly capable of 2 goals, but anything less and we are basically at the mercy of the mob dictating Collum’s decisions, I don’t believe he has the baws to withstand 90mins of them baying for every decision to go their way.
Mistakes will be made, we need a cushion for when they do happen.
Mistakes will be made, we need a cushion for when they do happen.
bhoy4life
Well-known member
Ain’t no way that lot are gettin 5m outta Sevco, just ask the face painter.
Tarzan Trombone
Well-known member
they can just start again with 109 titles
screw the bills
and collect 54 won by Rangers
And another 55 won by Sevco
And watp
The Galway shawl
Well-known member
Thank fuck somebody's still looking after the statues..was beginning to worry...
Shottsghirl
Well-known member
GG will be our game winner in this match. Like Broony he will mix it up with their so called star players and become involved in a physical and mental battle of wits, leaving space and time for the likes of Jota and Abada to nick a goal. Easy this fitba management isn't it.
bhoy4life
Well-known member
Well, I mentioned earlier that I ended up in my bro’s neighbours shrine to all things Hun shed last week….seems Im gonna be back down there the morra to finish off this greenhouse, no way round it, the neighbour is gonna have a shed full of 55ers…..Im not a religious man but please God…let me hear the hun tears flow over the fence…
boab1916
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Well, I mentioned earlier that I ended up in my bro’s neighbours shrine to all things Hun shed last week….seems Im gonna be back down there the morra to finish off this greenhouse, no way round it, the neighbour is gonna have a shed full of 55ers…..Im not a religious man but please God…let me hear the hun tears flow over the fence…
Magnificent 7
Well-known member
Talk to me
Talk to me about the coffin ships taking people far and wide
Of a Sligo man from the Kerins clan, who landed on the Clyde
Of slums and drums and hungry kids and the cold unwelcome stare
From those who chose to thumb their nose and wish we weren’t there
Talk to me of trying to give those people hope and pride
From far and near they came to cheer, Brother Walfrid’s Celtic side
Of Maley, Kelly, Neil McCallum, who scored that first great goal
Of the men in green who were it seems custodians of our soul
Talk to me of Patsy Gallagher, Barney Battles and the mighty Quinn
Of men who thought, who played and fought and gave their all to win
Of James McGrory, what a story when he made old Hampden roar
The quiet lad from the Garngad who was simply born to score
Talk to me of a blustery and raw September day
When a lad from Fife gave up his life to keep ball at bay
Of the jeers and the cheers and many tears when Johnny said goodbye
Of lives he touched, those who cared too much and weren’t afraid to cry
Talk to me of Tully, Fernie and Bobby Collins on the ball
Of Peacock, Stein who wore the green, the greatest of them all
Of October days when we sang their praise at Hampden in the sun
When the lads in green played like a dream, smashed Rangers seven-one
Talk to me of rainy days when victory seemed so far
Of dirty streets and sore defeats, and sorrows drowned in a bar
Of second prizes, hope that rises then falls back in the mud
Of fans who dreamed, forlorn it seemed, with Celtic in their blood
Talk to me Cesar rising high amid the crowd
Of a ball that sped from his head, that roar so fierce and loud
Of Lennox, Auld and Bobby Murdoch, pulling all the strings
Of the glory years and the happy tears when Billy was our King
Talk to me of thousands sailing but no coffin ships this time
To Lisbon’s sun, went Walfrid’s sons, to see hope and history rhyme
of football played, that sunny day that was beautiful and pure
The beguiling flare the answered prayer when victory was secure
Talk to me of magic times with Jimmy on the wing
Of swerves and jinks and late-night drinks, of dreams and songs to sing
Of Johnny Doyle, big Roy Aitken, Danny and McStay
Of reports I read and tears I shed when Kenny went away
Talk to me of the generations who took this club to heart
The amazing story of the tears and glory and how they played their part
Of the twists and the turns of Tommy Burns, of how ‘they’re always there’
Of Jorge Cadette, and the effort and sweat, Andy Thom and big Pierre
Talk to me of Lubo, Sutton, Hartson and the King of Kings
Of Naka scoring against Man United when the noise made my ears ring
A quadruple treble, until the last rebel and the bhoys of the Green Brigade
Of Seville and the Bill and the utter thrill of this love that will never fade
Talk to me as we share a drink of the players and the goals you’ve seen
Of Larsson’s chip, a defenders slip as we roared on the bhoys in green
Of Janefield street, of the friends we’d meet as we walked to Paradise
Of the moans, the groans and you’ll never walk alones as we back our side
Talk to me of all you see at a game underneath the lights
Of songs and goals as Celtic souls drive their team on to greater heights
Of games you’ve watched with those you love some gone and some still here
You think of them every now and then as you give the bhoys a cheer
Talk to me about this club we all hold in our heart
Of a Saturday on the Gallowgate as it has been from the start
Talk to me of the charity, of the good things we have done
It’s not the man or the creed but a friend in need that we will never shun
Talk to me about Celtic.
Talk to me.
Talk to me about the coffin ships taking people far and wide
Of a Sligo man from the Kerins clan, who landed on the Clyde
Of slums and drums and hungry kids and the cold unwelcome stare
From those who chose to thumb their nose and wish we weren’t there
Talk to me of trying to give those people hope and pride
From far and near they came to cheer, Brother Walfrid’s Celtic side
Of Maley, Kelly, Neil McCallum, who scored that first great goal
Of the men in green who were it seems custodians of our soul
Talk to me of Patsy Gallagher, Barney Battles and the mighty Quinn
Of men who thought, who played and fought and gave their all to win
Of James McGrory, what a story when he made old Hampden roar
The quiet lad from the Garngad who was simply born to score
Talk to me of a blustery and raw September day
When a lad from Fife gave up his life to keep ball at bay
Of the jeers and the cheers and many tears when Johnny said goodbye
Of lives he touched, those who cared too much and weren’t afraid to cry
Talk to me of Tully, Fernie and Bobby Collins on the ball
Of Peacock, Stein who wore the green, the greatest of them all
Of October days when we sang their praise at Hampden in the sun
When the lads in green played like a dream, smashed Rangers seven-one
Talk to me of rainy days when victory seemed so far
Of dirty streets and sore defeats, and sorrows drowned in a bar
Of second prizes, hope that rises then falls back in the mud
Of fans who dreamed, forlorn it seemed, with Celtic in their blood
Talk to me Cesar rising high amid the crowd
Of a ball that sped from his head, that roar so fierce and loud
Of Lennox, Auld and Bobby Murdoch, pulling all the strings
Of the glory years and the happy tears when Billy was our King
Talk to me of thousands sailing but no coffin ships this time
To Lisbon’s sun, went Walfrid’s sons, to see hope and history rhyme
of football played, that sunny day that was beautiful and pure
The beguiling flare the answered prayer when victory was secure
Talk to me of magic times with Jimmy on the wing
Of swerves and jinks and late-night drinks, of dreams and songs to sing
Of Johnny Doyle, big Roy Aitken, Danny and McStay
Of reports I read and tears I shed when Kenny went away
Talk to me of the generations who took this club to heart
The amazing story of the tears and glory and how they played their part
Of the twists and the turns of Tommy Burns, of how ‘they’re always there’
Of Jorge Cadette, and the effort and sweat, Andy Thom and big Pierre
Talk to me of Lubo, Sutton, Hartson and the King of Kings
Of Naka scoring against Man United when the noise made my ears ring
A quadruple treble, until the last rebel and the bhoys of the Green Brigade
Of Seville and the Bill and the utter thrill of this love that will never fade
Talk to me as we share a drink of the players and the goals you’ve seen
Of Larsson’s chip, a defenders slip as we roared on the bhoys in green
Of Janefield street, of the friends we’d meet as we walked to Paradise
Of the moans, the groans and you’ll never walk alones as we back our side
Talk to me of all you see at a game underneath the lights
Of songs and goals as Celtic souls drive their team on to greater heights
Of games you’ve watched with those you love some gone and some still here
You think of them every now and then as you give the bhoys a cheer
Talk to me about this club we all hold in our heart
Of a Saturday on the Gallowgate as it has been from the start
Talk to me of the charity, of the good things we have done
It’s not the man or the creed but a friend in need that we will never shun
Talk to me about Celtic.
Talk to me.
K
kelly
Guest
nowt like a lung full of pyro to set ye up for the morningPhotos: “We just gave our Celtic squad a sending-off”...
Photo: "We just gave our Celtic squad a sending-off"
Celtic fans give Ange's squad a massive Saturday morning boost
K
kelly
Guest
Big scatter one would do
Theta Sigma
Well-known member
Fan-fucking-tastic. Bravo.
Frank Owen
Well-known member
Simply, utterly, absolutely, wonderful !
