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!

Oh, and be warned… very sweary. VERY very sweary. Again, sorry. Continue reading “Old Firm Tweetathon”

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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So Farewell Then, Big Tony Mowbray

Mogga hits the road as Rangers fans go into mourning…

The axe finally fell on the tortuous reign of Big Tony Mowbray at Celtic Park today. Unanimously hailed as “a nice guy” by pretty much everyone – including me – that niceness wasn’t enough to paper over the glaring cracks. From his tactical ineptitude, mind boggling substitutions, and bizarre transfer dealings, to his tendency to treat the captain’s armband like a hot potato.

At one point last night, I think there were something like 5 forwards on the park, with Aiden McGeady playing at left back… I mean, seriously… c’mon!

The squad that he inherited did need some work done to it, even Gordon Strachan would admit to that. What it didn’t need was constant rejigging from week to week, overloading on wingers, and just awful, awful tactical decisions.

The man got West Brom relegated by playing pretty football… what on Earth made him think the same tactic would work at Celtic? Yes, at times, it was great to watch – but 90% of the time, there was no end product. We’re like a cheaper version of Arsenal right now.

As for his signings, the jury is well and truly out on some of them. Fortuné looks like a world beater with the ball at his feet but has spells where the proverbial cow’s arse and banjo would never meet; Danny Fox came and went, felt like a loan signing more than someone Mogga thought would improve the back four, and as much as I’m loving having Robbie Keane in the hoops, it’s always gonna be short term, and a centre half would have been much preferred.

But the main thing is, Mogga himself never looked happy. He always had the look of a man that had dropped a tenner and found a pound. He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights and had absolutely no idea how to cope with “THE MEDIA” as a whole. His constant “we’ll take it on the chin and move on” lectures after each loss or dropped point or European whuppin’ started to grate a little.

Well, I hope Mogga goes on to make himself happy, and I’d love him to go back down to England and make a go of his career.. But as a Celtic manager, he made me reminisce about the good ol’ days of John Barnes. We had little excitement on the pitch, and crucially, even less passion, something Neil Lennon will instill for the rest of the season, if nothing else.

Farewell, Big Tony Mowbray.