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Part 2, delivered...
BROON - 9/10 MOTM
Superlatives? Another legs-gone old-stager? Hahahahhaah... How the 'qualified' opinions of
some are being shredded. YET another masterful performance from the skipper. YET another
imperious chest-puffed leader's display, refusing to allow the adverse weather to overwhelm
of illicit mistakes. Pompted, passed and controlled the midfield; no mean feat on a coo-field
against Hibs' pace.
And his goal? 'Foot like a traction engine'; a strikers sense, touch and finish. Broon will be
top-scorer by season's end. On the one true King Billy's birthday, he hailed Caesar in the
finest way.
SINCY - 7/10
Worked his socks off. No hiding, no lightweight half-hearted runs; despite not a lot coming-off
he remained the constant freewheeling threat they feared and we want him to be all the time.
'Gear guid?'
"Aye, man..."
'Whit's wrang, catman?'
"Gauchin' done but Ah'm seein' a giant Sonic the Hedgehog doon there, trying tae tak' a
corner fur the weegies..."
'Eh? fucksake, man, aye - here's the wean's empty Buckie bottle- chuck it afore some cunt
double-taps the 'A' button and he superzooms aff..."
(won't hear much about that one, eh SMSM fannies?)
This was not a day for a player of his sophistication but you do not slack under this new
manager- right, Sincy? I was surprised how little fell his way or ran for him; ultimately encouraged
as it'll all come together for him sometime soon - and probalby devastatingly so - if he keeps up
the work-rate.
BURKE - 7/10
The barnstorming bodysnatcher has revelled in sentiment these past few days in Edinburgh as
he's traversed his old stomping (or digging...) grounds. But even though Lenny partnered him
up-front today, Eddy just wasn't Hare.
But our wantaway/wantastay? WBA property is putitng in everythign he's got to see the Hoops
to glory. Very unlucky not to get on the scoresheet/create something today. From down the middle
to wide right he tormented them with his physical prowess and running. Comically denied a free-kick
by eyes-in-the-back-of-my-blue-heid (blind pen he gave to the Huns' Broadfuck a decade back,
wonderers) Gollum when the big man had wriggleed free and was powering his way
into their box. Somehow wee Wullie (true apparently, ladies...) contrived to deign Burke 'tripped'.
Himself. Of course he did, Wullie. Yer forelock's running out, soup-taker...
FRENCH EDDY - 6/10
I expected more, but then I was watching it all in the robust comfort of a bar with half-a-dozen
pints and a couple of dozen Tims. Eddy was freezing his Gallic knackers off in Junkietown on a
pitch like Rooster Cogburn's back garden.
He threatened to cause havoc early on and a slalom or two appeared likely in the second-half
but overall he didn't fancy it enough to make those vital yards or telling impact. Ultimately,
the only words escaping his chittering lips were not of encouragement; "Feck thees."
Better days will come with better weather though he still set-up Broon's goal..
SUBS - N/A
Nobody got enough time to impact.
NFL - 9/10
Even better than Wednesday. On a hiding to nothing at his old stamping ground.
He picked a team to play the opposition and the weather. He quit the shit and
delivered the direct action the conditions required; a total equalizer of a day
that started with a real challenge for Lenny and ended in vindication of his management.
He chose the players to get him thorugh it- the men he could rely on in a battle; Broon,
Lustig, Teirney. And he went with two up front, so to speak by giving us Burke and Eddy
starting together.
The latter worked nowhere near expectations. But had we scored in the first few minutes
- ended with a very unlucky deflection off Sincy's heel not going in - we may have
pummelled them with that combo. It remains to be tested on a better pitch in better
weather; Aberdeen at CP next week?
Moved Jamesy central - the 'Number 10' - JUST as he did to win that famous CL
qualifier against Karagandy.
Anyway, THE result we wanted in THE worst conditions for us; win-win was Lenny's week.
OVERALL - 8.5/10
Enough said about what the team faced today - we got what we came for and that's all
that counts, escpecially in the cup at Easter Road. It was tricky, tough and required all our
quality to edge it. Thought Hibs looked the sharper side first-half with the wind, etc favouring
them, but second-half the Hoops took control. Disguised as Dortmund worked long enough
for them to retreat inott heir own box and then a couple of blinding strikes brought the house
down, and the curtain down on Hibs' cup hopes.
That's what it took for us to get through - knowing we were good enough and knowing there
was something special in reserve. It was a great win.
You won't hear much about it after finishing this mayhem - Succulent Lamb Jabba's MSMS will
be all over it about the devil-worshipping pyromaniac who tried to burn down Easter Road
(although you could have just left them chasing the dragon with the heater still on...).
I said to the guy in the pub next to me when I saw the pyro - 'SOMEBODY COULD DIE!'
He looked back and asked, "Whit? Did you say SOMEBODY COULD DIE WITH THAT ONE
WEE FLARE?"
'Aye,' I nodded, 'SOMEBODY COULD DIE!'
He agreed, "Yes, SOMEBODY COULD DIE! YOU'RE RIGHT!"
'Yes,' I concluded, 'SOMEBODY COULD. DIE, I MEAN. YES. SOMEBODY...'
"COULD DIE!" he surmised, and we tightened our lips and shook our heads, frowning like
good concerned citizens who read the Scottish newspapers.
Celtic are basically FOUR games away from a historic TRIPLE REBEL TREBLE - win the semi,
the final and pump the Huns twice in the league and it's ours.
No matter where you are or the opinion of Scottish football held by others, to achieve that
is a minor miracle given the society we evolved in and exist in, the institutionalised bigotry
of this 'great' wee country and the establishmentarianism that has attempted to thwart Celtic
at every juncture over the past 131 years.
The only reason Scotland is a noted name on the world football stage is down to Stein's Lions'
pioneering performances, and 'ra peepil' of this English loyalist outpost have never gotten over
it, and never will.
'Ra Wuruld's Maist Successful Klan' narritive was contrived to combat the glory of Stein's
Holy Grail win and without even considering the utter mendacity and downright LIES perpetrated
to maintian that fallacy, we stand on the brink of eclipsing it ALL.
Today, on the advent of the Great Caesar's 79th birthday, we took a big step towards the endgame.
Hail, Hail Caesar.
Sandman, still worried about what could happen, to SOMEBODY! Out.
Part 2, delivered...
BROON - 9/10 MOTM
Superlatives? Another legs-gone old-stager? Hahahahhaah... How the 'qualified' opinions of
some are being shredded. YET another masterful performance from the skipper. YET another
imperious chest-puffed leader's display, refusing to allow the adverse weather to overwhelm
of illicit mistakes. Pompted, passed and controlled the midfield; no mean feat on a coo-field
against Hibs' pace.
And his goal? 'Foot like a traction engine'; a strikers sense, touch and finish. Broon will be
top-scorer by season's end. On the one true King Billy's birthday, he hailed Caesar in the
finest way.
SINCY - 7/10
Worked his socks off. No hiding, no lightweight half-hearted runs; despite not a lot coming-off
he remained the constant freewheeling threat they feared and we want him to be all the time.
'Gear guid?'
"Aye, man..."
'Whit's wrang, catman?'
"Gauchin' done but Ah'm seein' a giant Sonic the Hedgehog doon there, trying tae tak' a
corner fur the weegies..."
'Eh? fucksake, man, aye - here's the wean's empty Buckie bottle- chuck it afore some cunt
double-taps the 'A' button and he superzooms aff..."
(won't hear much about that one, eh SMSM fannies?)
This was not a day for a player of his sophistication but you do not slack under this new
manager- right, Sincy? I was surprised how little fell his way or ran for him; ultimately encouraged
as it'll all come together for him sometime soon - and probalby devastatingly so - if he keeps up
the work-rate.
BURKE - 7/10
The barnstorming bodysnatcher has revelled in sentiment these past few days in Edinburgh as
he's traversed his old stomping (or digging...) grounds. But even though Lenny partnered him
up-front today, Eddy just wasn't Hare.
But our wantaway/wantastay? WBA property is putitng in everythign he's got to see the Hoops
to glory. Very unlucky not to get on the scoresheet/create something today. From down the middle
to wide right he tormented them with his physical prowess and running. Comically denied a free-kick
by eyes-in-the-back-of-my-blue-heid (blind pen he gave to the Huns' Broadfuck a decade back,
wonderers) Gollum when the big man had wriggleed free and was powering his way
into their box. Somehow wee Wullie (true apparently, ladies...) contrived to deign Burke 'tripped'.
Himself. Of course he did, Wullie. Yer forelock's running out, soup-taker...
FRENCH EDDY - 6/10
I expected more, but then I was watching it all in the robust comfort of a bar with half-a-dozen
pints and a couple of dozen Tims. Eddy was freezing his Gallic knackers off in Junkietown on a
pitch like Rooster Cogburn's back garden.
He threatened to cause havoc early on and a slalom or two appeared likely in the second-half
but overall he didn't fancy it enough to make those vital yards or telling impact. Ultimately,
the only words escaping his chittering lips were not of encouragement; "Feck thees."
Better days will come with better weather though he still set-up Broon's goal..
SUBS - N/A
Nobody got enough time to impact.
NFL - 9/10
Even better than Wednesday. On a hiding to nothing at his old stamping ground.
He picked a team to play the opposition and the weather. He quit the shit and
delivered the direct action the conditions required; a total equalizer of a day
that started with a real challenge for Lenny and ended in vindication of his management.
He chose the players to get him thorugh it- the men he could rely on in a battle; Broon,
Lustig, Teirney. And he went with two up front, so to speak by giving us Burke and Eddy
starting together.
The latter worked nowhere near expectations. But had we scored in the first few minutes
- ended with a very unlucky deflection off Sincy's heel not going in - we may have
pummelled them with that combo. It remains to be tested on a better pitch in better
weather; Aberdeen at CP next week?
Moved Jamesy central - the 'Number 10' - JUST as he did to win that famous CL
qualifier against Karagandy.
Anyway, THE result we wanted in THE worst conditions for us; win-win was Lenny's week.
OVERALL - 8.5/10
Enough said about what the team faced today - we got what we came for and that's all
that counts, escpecially in the cup at Easter Road. It was tricky, tough and required all our
quality to edge it. Thought Hibs looked the sharper side first-half with the wind, etc favouring
them, but second-half the Hoops took control. Disguised as Dortmund worked long enough
for them to retreat inott heir own box and then a couple of blinding strikes brought the house
down, and the curtain down on Hibs' cup hopes.
That's what it took for us to get through - knowing we were good enough and knowing there
was something special in reserve. It was a great win.
You won't hear much about it after finishing this mayhem - Succulent Lamb Jabba's MSMS will
be all over it about the devil-worshipping pyromaniac who tried to burn down Easter Road
(although you could have just left them chasing the dragon with the heater still on...).
I said to the guy in the pub next to me when I saw the pyro - 'SOMEBODY COULD DIE!'
He looked back and asked, "Whit? Did you say SOMEBODY COULD DIE WITH THAT ONE
WEE FLARE?"
'Aye,' I nodded, 'SOMEBODY COULD DIE!'
He agreed, "Yes, SOMEBODY COULD DIE! YOU'RE RIGHT!"
'Yes,' I concluded, 'SOMEBODY COULD. DIE, I MEAN. YES. SOMEBODY...'
"COULD DIE!" he surmised, and we tightened our lips and shook our heads, frowning like
good concerned citizens who read the Scottish newspapers.
Celtic are basically FOUR games away from a historic TRIPLE REBEL TREBLE - win the semi,
the final and pump the Huns twice in the league and it's ours.
No matter where you are or the opinion of Scottish football held by others, to achieve that
is a minor miracle given the society we evolved in and exist in, the institutionalised bigotry
of this 'great' wee country and the establishmentarianism that has attempted to thwart Celtic
at every juncture over the past 131 years.
The only reason Scotland is a noted name on the world football stage is down to Stein's Lions'
pioneering performances, and 'ra peepil' of this English loyalist outpost have never gotten over
it, and never will.
'Ra Wuruld's Maist Successful Klan' narritive was contrived to combat the glory of Stein's
Holy Grail win and without even considering the utter mendacity and downright LIES perpetrated
to maintian that fallacy, we stand on the brink of eclipsing it ALL.
Today, on the advent of the Great Caesar's 79th birthday, we took a big step towards the endgame.
Hail, Hail Caesar.
Sandman, still worried about what could happen, to SOMEBODY! Out.
