Bertie Auld is suffering from dementia.
Bertie Auld`s family would like all Celtic fans and football fans in general to keep Bertie in their prayers as they confirmed today that he is suffering with Dementia.
The family would like to thank everyone for their huge support and request privacy during this difficult time.
Bertie is being well cared for at his own home, surrounded by all the family.
Everyone at Celtic would like to add their best wishes to Bertie and his family. Bertie is a true Celtic icon, one of our greatest sons and someone the Club and our supporters love and respect dearly.
We will continue to give Bertie and his family all our love, care and our ongoing full support at this hugely challenging time.
One of the greatest players, perhaps even the most complete footballer, to wear the hoops, we wish him and his family the strength and courage they need to fight this disease.
In the meantime, let’s talk about the man.
Let’s show him why he is held in such regard.
As a player he returned to Celtic from Birmingham to form a midfield partnership with Bobby Murdoch that would provide the steel and the guile for the success the club had.
They say you should never go back in football, but Bertie was the exception to that rule. He left, came back, left again and then came back to stay.
Then again, he is the exception to most rules.
Not only did he live the dream of playing for the club he loved, he surpassed it , and he loved every minute of it.
When his playing career ended, he moved into management, but like so many of the lions, his heart could never be sent out on loan, and so he contented himself with supporting Celtic, and became arguably an even better supporter than he was a player.
Here we see him in quiet acknowledgement of a Celtic goal, offering polite applause…
https://twitter.com/i/status/1405592291499298822
But it was outwith the public eye where really shone…
I met him twice, the first time just before the game against Dundee united when john Hartson finally broke his scoring duck in the hoops.
I’d taken my three boys to their first game, and was browsing in the club shop, looking for scarves and hats to get them into the mood.
Over comes Bertie, to help us look.
Now, I’m of a generation that grew up in complete awe of the lions, and especially the players with character, such as Gemmell, Johnstone and Bertie, so if he had thrown everything on the shelves into the basket I’d have bought it.
He pretty much did.
Telling the boys they’d look great in them. I just trundled along in his slipstream….
On the way into the ground, I told the boys they had just met one of the greatest Celts of all time.
Suitably impressed, they then managed to skank a couple of burgers and cokes out of me.
A few years later, at Lisbon airport, ahead of the 2007 game against Benfica, the Lennon CSC were talking amongst themselves when the official club airplane landed, and as the players trooped through, the lions appeared as well.
We knew that they were planning to visit the famed ground the following day, but didn;t know when.
I was propelled forward to ask Bertie…
All of a sudden I was a five year old Celtic fan faced with his hero.
I spluttered out a “Bertie, do you have a minute ? ”
” Aye, sure son ” …my regression to age five clearly obvious at this point, “what’s up ? ”
“What time are you and the others down at the ground tomorrow ? ”
“I don’t know…hang on… Haw Billy ! ”
He was shouting over another icon to ask him what time they were due at the ground, and dragged me over to him.
By then I had gone from being a five year old to a twinkle in my fathers eye.
For a few memorable moments two of the greatest men on earth were discussing what time it would be best for me to meet them the following day.
And although I was a quivering wreck, it was all of my own making. Bertie was talking to me in the same way he speaks to any fan who takes the time to talk to him.
We weren’t legend and cabbage out there that day…we were two Celtic fans.
Thats how he makes you feel.
I’d like to return the favour now, if I may, by asking you to add your favouritie Bertie story, it may be that he reads them and perhaps even realises how highly he is thought of.
Maybe some of the stories will put a smile on the faces of his family and close friends.
Let’s talk about Bertie.
Brought tears to my eyes
Your spot on about Bertie he always had time for anyone he came with Jinky to see my gran before she passed away, as he was her favourite Celtic player and he just brightened up her whole day. What a man he is and has been.
I caddied for Bertie at a charity golf day when I was 17.I think He was managing Thistle at the time.Like you I was a quivering wreck on meeting Him.On the first tee I said ‘Mr Auld what club do you want’ Bertie replied’ Son, none of this Mr Auld nonsense call me Bertie and we’ll get on great’.What followed was 4 hours of magic-wisecracking and stories all the way.Legend is a much over used word but it is never more appropriate when describing the great Bertie Auld.
On a flight back from Cork about ten years ago, the seats in front of us were occupied by Bertie and Joe McBride. They dealt patiently and with great humour with the stream of people who dropped by to pay their respects although they were knackered after attending a function somewhere.
Bertie Auld is the personification of a Celtic man, dedicated, passionate & proud of his club.
This great man was a vital part of the Lisbon lions iconic side, the greatest ever Celtic side, who in 1967 brought the European cup back to Paradise as Champions of Europe.
Mr Auld you are and always will be in our hearts, your name etched on the hearts & minds of the Celtic family.
Your famous term is always ” entertain, entertain & entertain ” you certainly did entertain Bertie and we thank you for every ounce you gave to Celtic.
A true Celtic icon & legend, your name will still be talked of in a hundred years from now Bertie!
God bless you, your family & Celtic!
Hail Hail
I once played at Lennoxtown in a charity game and Bertie was hosting the event. After the game Bertie spots I’m wearing glasses. The next 5 minutes he ripped me to shreds as it was “now obvious why I had played so badly as I couldn’t see out there”. What a slagging he gave me and I loved every single word of it. Then he proceeds to turn on the every single player and give them it both barrels to everyone. A entire team left nameless and ever one of us in stitches. When he had finished throwing the teacups about the dressing room he says “that’s what makes us Celtic supporters. We can laugh” and burst into The Celtic Song. The dressing room didn’t need any encouragement joining in.
Also a few of my mates met him in a cafe one day and he’s having something to eat. Mate “You having the soup Bertie?” Bertie “Even legends get hungry son”
If Cesar was the brains, Bertie was the heartbeat, A character like no other and a Glaswegian that set the mold. Of course our hearts are with him and all the Lions. legends all others can only dream of emulating. Makes the heart beat stronger just thinking about him and swell with pride. Love and prayers with you and your family Bertie, stay as strong as your rare kind keep us. HH!
https://etims.net/?p=16974#comment-1019343 Bertie has ’em in stiches agin!. No one like him, ever! HH!
An interesting vid, BC, but I didn’t see Bertie in it once.
Still recommend everyone listens to the woman’s message though.
It’s funny how you used the term twinkle in my dad’s eye. It reminded me about the first time I met Bertie. It was a 25th anniversary of winning the European cup. Our supporters club, the Jock Stein CSC held a bash and 9 lions and Mrs Stein attended. I got the courage up to ask Bertie to dance. I told him he was my favourite lion And he said you weren’t even born when we played. I said
Aye, but I was a twinkle in my dad’s eye and you were the best. He laughed in the way only Bertie does and gave me. Huge hug. I’ve met him countless times since and it was simply always a joy.
I was very privileged to live through those halcyon, golden years. When I think of the “Lisbon Lions”, I think of the collective, because that is what they were, friends that played football together, moulded together by an innovator, a footballing genius. They played football without fear. Bertie Auld was passionate about his team – mates, he faced up to the opposition whenever they were threatened, he was the glue that held them all together, he was both brave and talented. But more than anything it was his humility and his humanity that was infectious. Bertie Auld loves people, especially Celtic people and they love him back. The circle of life continues and bit by bit we are losing these Celtic legends. It’s been a privileged to watch them play, a privileged to have met them, a passion to collect their memorabilia. Best wishes Bertie and best wishes to your family.
Was going to sign me when he was at Hamilton, a week later he got sacked. He was great to talk to and generous with his time. Sliding doors moment.
Him and John Hansen came down to Kilmarnock and presented my team with Partick Thistle strips. Was kind and generous with us all. Then met him outside Parkhead as an adult before one of the Euro games that are so special. Gave his time and chat when he had probably already stopped to talk to everyone that passed him by that point. A gentleman.
Nice post and a timely reminder of why we read and post on this forum. Change is everywhere at the club just now but guys like Bertie are part of our DNA. Young players should consider that one day sports cars will rust and be scrapped, mansions will be demolished. Legends like Auld will endure and be remembered as long as 11 men in green and white run on to the pitch at Celtic Park. The heart of a lion. You’ll never walk alone.
Terrific comment, as was Mike’s. Somebody mentioned tears in their eyes, me too Pal.
Same here.
A timely reminder of how excellent a writer Richie really can be.
I will never forget the day he came into my work as his nephew worked there, he walked in with that smile, said hello to everyone as he passed by, then up to his nephew to hand tickets over to the next game, seemingly his nephew asked his Dad if Uncle Bertie can sort out a couple of tickets, Bertie then said to him…I didn’t forget…but you need to leave me a phone number the next time, your Dad told me where you worked…classy to this day!
I met him a couple of times, but then again I think we all did, last time was at the cup final at Hampden a couple of years back, it was for the double treble…..’Mr Auld, Mr Auld’ I called, in honour and respect of man, ‘can I get a phot with you?’ ‘Whose this Mr Auld ?’ answered back, ‘course you can son’, (I was 50), ‘and the name’s Bertie’………was always in awe of the man, and like you said he was great supporter, like us all. Stay strong Bertie, thoughts are with you and the family.
Bertie Auld LEGEND
Bertie was special guest of our CSC, St Margarets in Drogheda about 10 years ago. My wife has no interest in football but she was captivated by his charm, humour & humility. He was hilarious all night but at breakfast the following morning he was even better, me and my pal sat down just as he was finishing breakfast & the laughter started again, spent ages talking all things, Celtic, football & life. I met him again outside Paradise with my son a few years later & he remembered the dinner dance & made my teenage son feel like a legend
First saw him play in Oct ’62, my 1st ever match, helped us beat the villa. When he moved up to Celtic so did I.
Nice one! Bertie is a true legend – both on and off the park.
Bertie Auld if I prayed, I’d pray for you daily and can just wish you and your family well in the battle with that horrifying disease. A true LEGEND of both a player and a Mhan. Big Jock, I was told many years ago, made it conditional if he was to be manager then Bertie HAD to come back to the Hoops. I was also told Kelly and co. were against this but we KNOW what happened and can NEVER show enough gratitude to that wonderful Celt. If miracles happen and thoughts are indeed forces then Bertie will recover or handle this in his stride. Good on you Bertie, a TRUE CELTIC LEGEND.
Briefly on another note. I believe there’s talk of Erik Sviatchenko maybe returning? Well can I just say I liked him but he was too slow and if anyone has to come back it’s Mikael Lustig who is just about to win against Slovakia.
mc coist looks like a wee guy a saw beggin ootside waverley station yesterday heh heh
Charlie, McCoist like all huns, they cannae get enough….greedy, self-entitled SCUM.
Shameless SCUM.
I’m trying hard to calm down in my life, on every aspect, I’m only taking ‘sips’ of Cotes du Rhone (or something like that) since about 7.30 AM, but I’m gradually succeeding.
Don’t ever blame Henry Weston for me abusing his fine cider!
The Calton was made (my roots are there but St Alphonsus vs St Mary’s)……
The Calton was made by good, intelligent guys like you and wee Matt McGinn, and my Grandparents.
Keep well ‘charlie’, and safe. You’re easier to understand than a certain Aussie, but I just laugh when I read The Port’s patter……huvnae a FN clue often what he means, but like infectious laughter and The Port’s patter, I just laugh anyway.
I’ve ‘lost it’ wi’ Celtic. I’ve FINALLY understood that the game, like the Labour Party, has been raped and stolen by SCUM……Blair, Lawwell, Desmond et al.
Anyway charlie, I’ve tried to make my point and I’m on a brief holiday with one of my brothers, which is brilliant so I’m going to relax……..now where did I leave that ‘charlie’? Sniff!
Good on Ralph Malph for giving his time to bring us The Diary.
Enjoy your holiday, TT.
But mind, it’s only when you’re away you can drink wine for breakfast 😉
It’s only when I’m away or at home that I have wine for breakfast.
ALL the rest of the time I just have McEwan’s Champion Ale and Cider!
😉 Fukk the tories, the new huns and all the other scabs that populate our planet.
‘I’ve ‘lost it’ wi’ Celtic. I’ve FINALLY understood that the game, like the Labour Party, has been raped and stolen by SCUM……Blair, Lawwell, Desmond et al.’
Couldn’t have out that better myself, T.
Maybe now the lads will get why we’re so angry.
But maybe not.
‘mc coist looks like a wee guy a saw beggin ootside waverley station yesterday heh heh’
Fur aw yer shite, charlie, that made me laugh.
I don’t think the 8 hunner grand a year running Sevco was enough for him.
But then neither was Alison …
😉
Pray anyway.
It’s all about intent.
Hail hail Ralph, your story rang bells! For me it was at Glasgow airport, where eight chaps under the guise of Rogan & Roche (Southampton) CSC were waiting for our flight south to London…a wee bit under the weather after a ‘busy’ Celtic weekend! I spotted two familiar faces and shared my thoughts with the others “That’s not Bertie an’ Jinky over there is it?”. Agreement was forthcoming but when I suggested we pop over for a photo it was a case of ‘Naw we better no bother them’! Anyway, as the flight was boarding Bertie and Jinky held back so I thought ‘What the’…”Excuse me Mr Auld, I’m really sorry to trouble you both but is there any chance of a quick photo please?”. The response from Mr Auld? “Listen son, don’t you EVER apologise for talking to us, we are all Celtic supporters….and it’s Bertie by the way!”. The photo of me between two legends with a beaming smile on my face is one of my treasured Celtic items. For the record, two of the best Celtic Mhen of all time were attending a ‘London’ CSC function, albeit Jinky wasn’t too well even then, LEGENDS.
am no wan fur saying wit has gilmore dun tae get a gemme fur scotlandbut wit has this wee guy dun tae get a gemme for scotlandheh heh how many caps did bertie and the lions get fur scotland heh heh aint jockistan strange
Tested by English docs with English testing kits …
They’re jist making it up as vengies.
But they have been from the off.
The whole shite is rigged.
And Bertie knew it.
Ah, fvck, Richie, I can’t write anything now.
Oh man, wee Ten Thirty …
A great display from Scotland hh
Him bursting into The Celtic Song when waiting in the tunnel at Lisbon facing the ‘movie stars’ of Inter …
Unbeatable, fearless, gallus and a wit that few could match and none could exceed.
That’s oor Bertie for now and forevermore.
God bless you & yours, Bertie.
For you’ll always be immortal to me & mine,
‘Hail! Hail!
The Celts are here!’
Aye CS, I’m just having a quick look before being away for a week from tomorrow morning.
THAT is another great comment which I missed mentioning earlier.
The general, positive, loving feeling across the whole Tim family for Bertie must come across, hopefully, to Bertie and his family. Aye, if thoughts are forces……….
Great comment, Duncan, much appreciated.
He would.
But they won’t.
The wee man could take on a full team of these modern day Masonic Mammy’s boys single handed.
Probably still could yet no bother.
I remember going to a Birmingham v Leicester City (?) game just to see Bertie playing shortly after he left Celtic and the only thing of note was Bertie left-hooking
one of the opposing players.
In the bad winter off 86, we were as bin men offered to take a holiday or take a shuvvle and go a walk and clear the snow me and mcgurk chose a shuvvle, we then went out the yard and a few hundred yards up the road we were going by berties pub the bucc bertie was out putting rubbish in the bins we spoke to him, next thing I know is mcgurk has sold bertie our shuvvles and we are sitting in the bar listining to bertie tell us stories off his celtic days, the snow was mental this year and to be honest I don’t know how bertie got to Hamilton from Strathaven, who knows but knowing bertie he probably stayed the night in the pub, always made sure when you were pissed you got home he would give his punters a lift or made sure they were in a taxi home
When Bertie was managing the Jags, he decided to drop Alan Rough after a couple of gaffes.
“Whit am Ah daein’ wrang boss?” asked Roughie
Bertie pointed to the goal
“Dae ye see that net? Well,it wisnae put there tae catch the baw fur ye!”
I remember when Bertie was being interviewed and was asked how the Lisbon Lions would get on against the rangers team in 1993 who were doing well in the Champions League at that time.. His response was classic: ‘To be honest I think it would be a draw, but most of us are in our sixties now.’ Legend.
I never met Bertie personally to my deep regret. Everyone I meet who knew or knows Bertie remarked on his kindness, decency and humour. Dementia is so cruel since as we get old, our memories are priceless. Our memories are who we are. What we can all do for Bertie is to keep our own memories of him, sharing them, smiling at them. We help keep Bertie alive that way. Thoughts and prayers for his family and many, many friends. Bertie, your Celtic family is happy to keep your memory going. Bertie is a special human being who also happened to be a brilliant footballer.
Reply up on the other thread, Dunky.
Rich T doesn’t like us talking …
Bertie – tough, fearless, talented and funny. On the field and off the field he gave his all whatever the occasion. Like the other Lions his immortality is ensured and I hope and trust that somewhere deep in his mind – he knows it! God Bless You Bertie
Well put, BB.
He knows it in his heart.
Hail hail Ralph, your story rang bells! For me it was at Glasgow airport, where eight chaps under the guise of Rogan & Roche (Southampton) CSC were waiting for our flight south to London…a wee bit under the weather after a ‘busy’ Celtic weekend! I spotted two familiar faces and shared my thoughts with the others “That’s not Bertie an’ Jinky over there is it?”. Agreement was forthcoming but when I suggested we pop over for a photo it was a case of “Naw we better no’ bother them”! Anyway, as the flight was boarding Bertie and Jinky held back so I thought ‘What the’…”Excuse me Mr Auld, I’m really sorry to trouble you both but is there any chance of a quick photo please?”. The response from Mr Auld? “Listen son, don’t you EVER apologise for talking to us, we are all Celtic supporters….and it’s Bertie by the way!”. The photo of me between two legends with a beaming smile on my face is one of my treasured Celtic items. For the record, two of the best Celtic men of all time were attending a ‘London’ CSC function, albeit Jinky wasn’t too well even then, LEGENDS.
Cheers, Anton, that’s just excellent.
But nearly every mention of Bertie or Jinky or Billy or any of the rest of those legends is.
The reason this thread is so great, and so tough, is because it seemed like nothing would ever get wee Bertie.
He’s the kinda guy who’d get hit by a train and he’d still walk away laughing.
And I bet he still does.
HH
Some of Bertie’s playing friends. We know he liked a wee sing song, “Grace Perhaps”? (3caps).
John (The Brush – Luggie) Clark. – his Dad was killed in a railway accident when he was only ten. If ever there was a nicer bloke and Celtic devotee, spending 40 years at Celtic, then I have never heard of them, quiet and unassuming, Luggie is the under the radar Lion. (4 caps).
Jim (open wide) Craig, signed for Celtic in 1963 as an amateur so he could finish his dentistry course. Born in Edinburgh, Jim’s Dad was a Hibee. Intelligent and articulate 239 appearances, Jim is the voice sometimes on Celtic TV. (But he did give Inter that penalty) HAHA – (1 cap).
Bobby (The Lemon) or the outsider, there isn’t enough space to detail Lemon’s ability. 586 appearances for Celtic, he was just awesomely terrific, 273 goals, (10 caps).
Willie (Wispy) Wallace, who it’s rumoured big Jock tapped up (show us the proof) Willie has spent over 30 years in Australia, he came back to Paradise to help organise Tommy Burns Tribute match, also he organised a Celtic Via Brisbane Roar game in Australia when Celtic toured over there.
(7 caps) This is the point – All these great players and the ridiculous number of International Caps, it’s truly shocking. Some things never change, they deserve every accolade…
This disgraceful treatment of The Lions will be to the Hun SFA’s everlasting shame, if they had any, and is the key reason I find it so hard to support Scotland.
I always did as a lad, even though the other men in my family wouldn’t even consider giving them a penny to watch an international game against anyone but Germany, Holland or Brazil and even that was to watch the opponents’ players like Pelé, Cruyff or Beckenbauer.
Because at that time in the early to mid 70s as you may remember, Scotland was still considered a Hun team, and the Huns at Hampden fully embraced tha5 by bringing club rivalries onto the international terraces.
I supported Scotland at France 98 and even paid well over the odds for a coupla games but that was largely due to being in a place where we has loads of birds wearing Scotland shirts and by the end of the evening not much else.
Still, I’d like them to make the second stages at some point but can’t bear the thought of those cheating scum cvnts at the SFA taking all the plaudits, money and first calls flights, while the team get McDonald’s for a post match meal and are all crammed into Economy in a plane too wee for them.
Because as your excellent post proves, the Huns of the SFA have hated and still hate Celtic with a vengeance that could only come from the most bitter parochial Freemasonic craws that have ever had the cheek to call themselves adjudicators, and this world is filled to the fvckin Guy whales with folk like that.
They literally PUNISHED The Lions for winning The European Cup but as I sat on the auld man’s shooders in Section 2 of the auld Parkheid we knew we didn’t even have to think about bams like that as we watched the best of those remaining legends in action on the hallowed turf of Celtic Park.
And only 5 pence tae get in tae! 😀
*Gunwhales
I could not bring myself to pay to watch the Scottish International team, mostly because I never felt Scottish, I felt that I was from Limbo, an alien. None of my family was interested in football, I found Celtic at school, I alway’s felt that Celtic was where I belonged, a part of the Celtic family. My first game was watching McGrory’s Celtic play big Jock’s Dunfermline in the 1960-61 Scottish Cup Final. The sheer joy of him coming back to Celtic I have never forgotten. Then watching how he moulded the team into one being,how they played this new type of football was awesome, I was hooked like a junkie waiting for my next fix. I loved those quiet men in the Hoops and of course the big man, how he stood up for the club and his players, he knew how the game should be played both on and off the pitch, the politics and nuances of Scottish football. But it was one man against many at the Hun-SFA and its not only them, its the many like them, ‘all over this land’ as the song goes, including them with the helping hands. Summit stinks in Scotia, so you see I still feel alienated. We like to feel that as time passes things will improve, but the reality is that unless things change at the Hun-SFA, then nothing will change and Tim’s will still be treated like second class citizens, but you know that, of course you do…..
Oh fvck, Mike, that might be one of the most emotive posts I’ve ever read on the internet.p, and I read a LOT.
Whoah, man, I was raised into Celtic cos they were just up the road from us, I could sneak up and I ate Parkheid as a 7 or 8 year olds wae mah mates, and we NEVER hit a ‘liftie in’, cos we feel5 like we’re doing the club outta money.
My Maw, my aunties, my uncles and my grandparents too, all supporting the cause as much as the team, and you, my old time friend and sometime foe, have just about captured every essence of the Celtic they used to talk about around me without ever instilling it in me or in any way forcing it on me …
No, all they did was express their love for this great club of ours, they could express themselves through Celtic far more than they could express any other emotion elsewhere, and these incredible words that you’ve written above have just brought all that back to me since around our second European Cup Ginal on.
I was just a wean that night, a wee tiny wan, but I mind the deflation as the news came oer the radio that the Dutch has went in front and the calm placid observation that, fro those Bhoys and us, there was ‘always next year’ …
That year that took till Seville to come and then Fvck off again …
You’re a good man, Mike, and without a doubt one of the greatest Celtic supporters that ever graced this fine God given Earth.
We are here because we love our club and will do anything to protect our heritage.
Hail Hail, my brother, to you and to all of us on her and most especially to wee Bertie Auld and his family.
For WE are the beating heart of Celtic.
And NOT the corporate vultures that feed off us.
HH
A couple of years back, on eTims, a Celtic supporter whose blog name I think was “London Celt”, told how he got on the Glasgow train at 2-3.00am from London to come up to Parkheid to watch the ‘Tic play. Ralph and his CSC drive hundreds of miles up the road to get to Celtic park to watch Celtic play. Irishmen and women take the ‘Larne to Stranraer’ ferry leaving at 0, o’clock to watch the team play. For me, these are the real Celtic supporting hero’s. It’s their dedication that means so much to all of us, it’s them and their ilk that is the beating heart of Celtic. I do not hate anyone or anything, I try to remain positive, but if I did hate then my hate would be directed at Scottish footballs governing bodies and the club leaders who have destroyed Scottish football’s honesty and integrity, they have tarnished the game that we all love and driven it into the gutter. It’s great to read you and your family’s Celtic history, you are right to be proud of it. Here’s best wishes to Ten Thirty and his family, another pride of Lions to be proud off.
Cheers, Mike.
Bertie was my wee Auntie’s favourite Lion, mibbe even more than her own man 🙂
Around 2007/2008 I was travelling through Gatwick where I saw Bertie with Jinky (who by that time was suffering with MND) in the duty free shop Bertie was clearly his minder and even held up Jimmy’s hand to shake mine. Apparently they were on their way home from Madrid where they had been at some memorial to Alfredo de Stefano. Bertie said goodbye and mentioned that Jimmy would get hell from Agnes when he got home.
“Whit fur”? says Jimmy
“Explain that away” says Bertie as he picked up a perfume sampler and doused Jimmy in some expensive perfume.
Sorry 2005 I think
This chap Gringo is a bit of a bell end is he not?
I agree.
Every time you see his name your alarm bells go off.
😉
Aye, you’re alright, Monti, as I said to Henke on the other page.
If you weren’t I wouldn’t be here winding ye up.
🙂
The thing is I’m asking for an opinion poll here to back you up you’re showing your weakness that you can’t do it yourself.
You’re seeking validation for your opinions and that’s the mark of an insecure man.
Cos strong men don’t need anyone to appoint them to tell them what the job is.
They just do it.
They don’t fvck about,
*We
Yeah you all really hard & that like ken
That’s right enough.
Good you know.
And as we can see, the validation you seek is not forthcoming.
Nae luck again, Monti!
I seek nothing…..
Your three dots indicate otherwise, my friend.
Because there’s a time to use them to show pause but that’s not what you’ve done here …
No, what you’ve done here by misusing them is emphasise your weakness.
And I know you’re not a weak man, Monti.
You just need to spot it when it comes up.
So let’s leave it here while you can.
Hairy muff, fairy fluff ..?
Did you get your opinion poll? Lol lol
There were at least three occasions where we could’ve had you, Monti, and you know why.
It was only by pure luck I got the cell phone signal just in time to stop the havoc fae happening on that Scottish Cup Final day.
Ye know whit these young yins are like, impulsive cvnts, much as Ah love them.
But you’ve no idea how close you came to it that day, Monti.
For no matter what you’d said about mah Maw Ah knew ye were jist anither daft cvnt blabbering off but were generally alright.
So if you ever need a reminder of how fragile life is just watch the sliding doors moment with Ralph Cifaretto and the Asian guy in the lift …
Cos that’s how close you were.
Never insult people’s family again.
Anytime
Did ye aye?
” cell phone signal ” lol lol
” We “? Yeah it’d take more than one right enough.
“Fasten Your Seat Belts”, No chance as Bertie leads the grey haired songsters on the plane singing the ‘Celtic Song’. Just like Bertie, on his first game for Scotland to be sent off for retaliation in extra time. Of course Bertie is held in the greatest respect by the Peaky F*****g Blinders. By order of their leader Tommy F*****g Shelby. They all send their love and affection to Bertie, good Celtic men, one and all. No-one but no-one enjoyed a sing-song more that Ten Thirty. For it’s A Grand Auld Team.
The blinders were cvnts and that’s a thing Bertie never was.
Unless he was attacked.
Then, as ever, all bets are off.
But we all know who’d win …
A legend behind the bar at Baird’s just to make a buck …
A disgraceful way for the club to treat a living legend.
But that’s what predators do, they give you the glory but keep the dosh for themselves.
Cvnts that they are.
I was lucky to meet all of the lions at the Sheraton hotel in Edinburgh for the 25th anniversary. Bertie et al were great company. He was so good, when we beat Fiorentina at Celtic Park, when he scored he had his hand up long before the ball hit the net. Genius.
We beat them home and away in the last World Cup qualifiers if memory serves, albeit they qualified and we didn’t. They did very well in the World Cup. I hope they underestimate us.
3-0 Scotland should do it.
I can’t help but laugh that Wales go through with a defeat while tourney after tourney Scotland show these battling, grizzled displays earning plaudits from all & sundry yet have never got out the groups yet.
Strachan was wrong as wrong can be when he used the genetics ‘We’re too wee’ excuse for his failures but there certainly is one dire problem in the Scottish mindset when it comes to getting the job done.
Strachan’s so wee he couldnae even jump the billboard when he scored against Germany.
Just mair sad excuses outta soup suppers.
Jinky, Bertie, Messi …
I lost every bit of any respect I ever had for Strachan that day.
I expressed my disgust at him on here too but no one agreed with me on anything then.
Most now know I was right in every aspect as the facts I was revealing about how the club is run have since become self evident.
As everything else I’ve written since will too in time and likely sooner than any of us think.
In this life there two kinds of people, those good people who care and the w@nks that don’t even know the meaning of the word.
And Bertie Auld cared about Celtic and our support even more than I myself because he was a key componentbin making this love we have for our club happen.
And it’s our job as Celtic supporters to make sure that the w@nks don’t get their way and take over our mighty Glasgow Celtic.
And even if it feels too late already, always remember that no resistance is futile but is always fertile.
And since we now know that our new CEO is actively engaging with the blogs via personal calls it’s time to let our collective voice be heard.
Celtic
United
Will Never
Be Defeated.
HH
‘Let’s say you own a company. You’re public, meaning you issue stock for sale.
Suddenly, the fake pandemic hits. The governor of the state issues restrictions, including lockdowns. You have to close your doors. You’re going to take a staggering financial hit.
Your first reaction? Anger. Seething anger. You’re determined to fight back. You call your lawyer to work out a plan.
“Wait a minute,” he says. “I have some bad news. Do you know who is now the majority shareholder of your company? Bill Gates. And he has voting rights. If you object to the lockdowns, he’ll roast you alive. You’ll be out on your ass…”
Buckle up. Here we go.
THE THREE MEN WHO OWN CORPORATE AMERICA
Over the past 38 years working as a reporter, I’ve spoken with many medical people. Doctors, researchers, public health bureaucrats, business executives whose companies supply products to the medical industry, professors, etc.
In every case, these people completely and utterly support conventional medical reality. They are unshakable. A man like Fauci says jump and they jump. To do otherwise would be unthinkable.
As you read on, you’ll see why this is important…
Airlines, hotel chains—you name it, they all folded when the lockdowns were imposed. They closed up shop, they took a knee, they opted for bailouts. Why?
The CEOs of these corporations are supposed to be hard chargers and ruthless operators. Why didn’t they rebel?
I could cite several reasons. Here I want to focus on a little-known and staggering story.
Imagine an employee of a company is motivated to speak out against the lockdowns and go public. Then he thinks about the owner of the company. That owner happens to sit on the board of a large hospital.
Uh oh. That owner is SOLIDLY WIRED into official medical reality. He isn’t going to appreciate a naysayer who says the lockdowns are a ridiculous and destructive overreach. Better to stay quiet. Better to fit in and go along.
Well, it so happens that three of the most powerful corporate bosses in America DO have deep connections to major hospitals, and these three men run corporations that OWN CORPORATE AMERICA.
What???
The three men are Larry Fink, Joseph Hooley, and Mortimer Buckley.
Buckley is the CEO of the Vanguard Group. Hooley is the CEO of State Street. Fink is the CEO of BlackRock.
These three companies are titanic investment funds. Financial services companies.
Buckley is a board member of the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. From 2011 to 2017, he was chairman of the hospital’s board of trustees.
Hooley serves on the president’s council of Massachusetts General Hospital.
Fink is the co-chair of the NYU Langone Medical Center board of trustees.
Let’s look at their investment funds: State Street, BlackRock, and Vanguard—known as The Big Three. The reference is an article at theconversation.com, “These three firms own corporate America,” 5/19/17, by Jan Fichtner, Eelke Heemskerk, and Javier Garcia-Bernardo.
“Together, BlackRock, Vanguard and State Street have nearly US$11 trillion in assets under management.”
“We found that the Big Three, taken together, have become the largest shareholder in 40% of all publicly listed firms in the United States.”
“In 2015, these 1,600 American firms [the 40%] had combined revenues of about US$9.1 trillion, a market capitalisation of more than US$17 trillion, and employed more than 23.5 million people.”
“In the S&P 500 – the benchmark index of America’s largest corporations – the situation is even more extreme. Together, the Big Three are the largest single shareholder in almost 90% of S&P 500 firms, including Apple, Microsoft, ExxonMobil, General Electric and Coca-Cola.”
“What is undeniable is that the Big Three do exert the voting rights attached to these shares. Therefore, they have to be perceived as de facto owners by corporate executives.”(emphasis mine)
“Whether or not they sought to, the Big Three have accumulated extraordinary shareholder power, and they continue to do so…In many respects, the index fund boom is turning BlackRock, Vanguard and State Street into something resembling low-cost public utilities with a quasi-monopolistic position.”
If the CEO of a corporation whose main shareholder is The Big Three thinks about rebelling against the official COVID medical consensus…
And he knows that The Big Three bosses are heavily wired into the US medical complex…
That CEO has a HUGE reason to forget about being an old-time hard charger.
He has a reason to swallow his anger when he’s told to lock down and shut down.
He has a reason to knuckle under and play the game.
He has a reason to surrender to a story about a virus and Fauci and Bill Gates.
He has a reason to stand down and stand aside and watch economic devastation sweep over the land.
HIS CORPORATION IS OWNED BY THE BIG THREE, AND THE OWNERS OF THE BIG THREE ARE LOYAL MEMBERS OF THE MEDICAL COMPLEX…THE COMPLEX THAT FORMS THE CURRENT POLICE STATE THAT HAS SUBDUED THE WORLD, UNDER THE FALSE BANNER OF “SAVING HUMANITY FROM THE VIRUS.”
It’s that stark.
I keep telling you we’re now living in a medical civilization.
From the financial side of things, you’ve just read how that is so.
The three men who own corporate America are also medical denizens.
Think it through.’
https ://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2021/06/21/ covid-three-men-who-own-corporate-america/
‘The S&P 500, aka the S&P, is a stock market index that measures the stock performance of 500 large companies listed on stock exchanges in the United States’
And these three bams own near half of it, though they too are just muppet frontmen for those at the top that live on the hill.
Sound familiar?
Read it and you’ll see the parallels between Celtic PLC and The Pandemic PLC in seconds,
But ignore it at your peril.
There’s always Julian clary and Frankie howerd
Isn’t it a wonderful thing what these men including Ten Thirty achieved. Men, supporters, begged and borrowed, travelled hundreds of miles to get to the Stadia Olympia to watch them play. How men made films, Documentaries, wrote books about their exploits, even Fifty years after they won the European Cup, Celtic supporters made the journey back to Lisbon, to pay homage to them, travelled to America, celebrated with a dinner 25 years after.This small group of friends, of modest men and talented players became immortalised by their achievement’s. People became Celtic supporters because of them. It’s because they represented all that was good about our club.Celtic FC. Is it any wonder that we love them so much and how we want pay homage to them? These truly unique individuals, # the “Lisbon Lions”.
Whatever tickles yer fancy.
TWAT^
Heard a more enlightened one of them talking about their fans who won’t support Scotland because, wait for it, John McGinn’s a Tim. Now wee Billy boy jumped ship about 3 years before his transfer fee could have put a big dent in their overdraft. But he’s one of them. Stupid, stupid…