And away they go…

Farewell, Big Victor Wanyama. Seeya, Hooperman.

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Hillsborough remembered

Hillsborough will never be forgotten. Those 96 souls that went to see a football match and never came home have their names etched into the history of football forever now, and rightly so. I don’t want to dwell too much on the events of the day, many words have been written by people much better qualified to talk about it than me. Continue reading “Hillsborough remembered”

The Lennon Conundrum

Let’s get one thing clear from the off – this is no knee-jerk reaction to the events of Sunday, or even the past couple of weeks. This is something I have been dwelling on for a while now… I think it’s time for Neil Lennon to go.

Let’s get one thing clear from the off – this is no knee-jerk reaction to the events of Sunday, or even the past couple of weeks. This is something I have been dwelling on for a while now… I think it’s time for Neil Lennon to go.

I have EVERY sympathy for Lenny and the struggles he’s had since he took over as Celtic manager – nobody deserves hatred, abuse, death threats and even actual physical assault for simply doing his job – but at the end of the day… he seems out of his depth.
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No Whyte knight at Ibrox

The big news – nay, the ONLY news if you’re an internet savvy Sellik fan – over the past week has been related to the finances, or lack of finances at our blue tinted neighbours from Govan. It appears that things are not rosy in the Ibrox boardroom, and that the sweet swallows of an Indian summer following the takeover of Craig Whyte may well turn out to be the swooping of the circling vultures.

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Old Firm Tweetathon

So, Sunday was the big Old Firm derby. As is usual, I tweeted every so often *ahem* about what was going on. Someone mentioned I’d “done a Kevin Smith” so… here’s my version of his famous collections of tweets, or SMonologues.

So, Sunday was the big Old Firm derby. As is usual, I watched while having Tweetdeck open and tweeted every so often *ahem* about what was going on. Someone mentioned I’d “done a Kevin Smith” so… here’s my version of his famous collections of tweets, or SMonologues. If you don’t follow football, this won’t mean a lot. So… um… sorry!

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Big Reffin’ Deal

So, you may well have noticed there’s a kerfuffle in Scotland right now, regarding referees and a strike. You may not know how it came about, or what happened to make it such a big deal. Granted, you may not care, but tough – I’m going to tell you all about it.

So, you may well have noticed there’s a kerfuffle in Scotland right now, regarding referees and a strike. You may not know how it came about, or what happened to make it such a big deal. Granted, you may not care, but tough – I’m going to tell you all about it.
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Richard Sinclair: Football Hero

Football – or soccer, if you’re reading this in the non-believing countries “across the pond” – is a professional game, played by money hungry mercenaries, just out for what they can get.

Football – or soccer, if you’re reading this in the non-believing countries “across the pond” – is a professional game, played by money hungry mercenaries, just out for what they can get.

That’s the common perception of most modern day footballers, but at least one man is bucking the trend. Richard Sinclair plays for Queens Park in the lower reaches of the Scottish Football League; has done for his entire career. Queens Park are somewhat unique within football, not just Scotland, in that they own the national stadium of Scotland, Hampden Park – yet remain staunchly amateur.
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