They say seeing is believing. But seeing it still made it hard to believe that it had happened, and why it had happened. We, of single-digit IQs, are still processing what went on in those 48 hours after our record-breaking 8th treble. The man that brought us
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I watched Celtic win the league on Calvia Beach, Majorca. European dreams. Jesus, it’s hot. Champions League. Pint of Estrella. Scottish Cup. (My thoughts in that order). These Geordies are getting uppity with their blood money was also in my thoughts. Zebras everywhere in Magaluf ‘disco’ pubs;
Read more →European Dreams. We once had them. Remember? That mild September when we danced to Mike and the Mechanics in the early autumn glow? Remember? Surely? They were the living years. Failing to win a game. Taking crumbs of comfort from behind the couch cushions, wondering who had
Read more →It’s all our fault. This. We voted for this. Letters to the SFA wanting marginal decisions explained. You’ve seen them given, you’ve seen them not. Them’s the breaks. No need for civil disobedience. Threats. It’s entertainment. Will you send threatening messages to the director of the new
Read more →Saw Antonio Conte. No. Not at the Celtic Park, on the telly, in the concourse as I was eating a steak and gravy pie. He looks a haunted man, like he should be in some American emo band’s video about having trouble with his parents that ends
Read more →Hello ACSOM HEADS Autobots assemble! I didn’t think that would have been one of the firsts things I thought about when I arrived at Hampden for the League Cup final but it was. I have a son and nephew who are into Transformers so I do have
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