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I'm moving the settee out from the wall as we speak as these games always give me the fear. 😱

There will be goals in this game and I've went 2-3 as the MIB will be making more than a few honest mistakes that only go one way. Our winning goal will be contentious of course.

We have to start with super intensity because that's what sevco learned from us and will try to beat us at our own game. It's important to retain possession and with exact passing, we can run them into the ground. There isn't a player for them that I would have in our team but well organised sides can do damage.

All of our bhoys have to bring their A game and if they aren't working hard enough I hope Ange has the baws to sub them.

Folk have said they could live with a draw but if they take anything from the game they'll then have hope. We need to take that hope and trample it into the ground at their own midden today. One foot on the ground and one on their necks.

It'll be the hardest, toughest, most important game of the season but win this and we will win the league.

Mon the Hoops. 🍀
 
Magnificent 7 said:
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 abou
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Magic 😎👍
 
JamSam67 said:
Just up butterflies in the pit getting ready
No prediction done that a month ago cheers Early Bhoy Tony.
just to say
Glasgow’s Green and white
Mon the Athenian Fenian
Mon the Hoops 💚💚💚💚💚

HH 🍀
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Think I might need a trip to the doc's myself JS.
Never felt so relaxed regarding a huge Derby match in my life.
And all done without even reading Dr fis cure for anxiety also 🤔😂
Maybe that might change come kick off, but the faith I have with this current group of bhoys is so high that I can only see one outcome and them delivering another beautiful Sunday to all Tim's worldwide
HH and YNWA
 
Genuinely canny see them scoring in free play, it’ll be a Tavpen if anything.
Hope am no jinxin it 🙈
Am down at ma bro’s and the neighbour has already got some scum in his shed…fingers crossed their bashin each other wi buckie bottles by 2pm…oh, and am gonna put ma bro’s garden bench oota the road…just in case…
 
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