Come with me for a moment, and step into a future not yet written.
It’s only twelve months away. and there are many.many twists and turns before it becomes reality, and indeed it may not become reality, and just stay in our own minds.
The champions League final, it’s Celtic and one other team, probably a Real Madrid or a Manchester City. Maybe Paris St Germain.
Angeball has evolved by another twelve months, and the players have adapted to the demands of the rarified atmosphere of the UCL, embarking on a run that has taken them to the most prestigious match in club football.
Ninety minutes have come and gone,
Extra time awaits.
From around the ground , in full voice it begins….
“when you walk , through a storm, hold your head up high..”
It lasts a full four minutes or so, to be followed by
“Hail, hail, the Celts are here… ”
Inspired, tired legs find new energy, tired minds find new inspiration and desire….and the players go that final mile in the final minutes to sweep aside their opponents and take the greatest title of all back to where it really belongs.
An emotional manager surveys an emotional crowd at the end, and tells them that they have played their part.
Then again, we always do….
I know, it’s just a dream, but that’s what football is all about.
We can dream, and we can hope.
What I do know for certain though, is that were it Celtic facing an extra ninety minutes in a final, as indeed has happened, the support would be behind them, the players would be inspired, and they would give it everything and more.
We’ve seen it happen, and no one will ever forget the likes of Neil Lennon still running around the pitch in Seville after two hours of energy sapping heat.
Another time, and this still gets the goose bumps, was against Valencia at Celtic Park.
“Walk On ” sung by one and all to lift a tired team.
Having said that, on both occasions Celtic lost.
But that doesn’t matter so much, we lost together, and one of these times we’ll win together.
As you may have seen, “rangers ” lost their chance of a European trophy and a life saving cash stream when they lost on penalties to Eintracht Frankfurt the other night.
As their side, and you can take nothing away from them for getting to the final and making a game of it, faced an extra half hour of football in hot and humid conditions, their fans sat in silence.
They had nothing to offer.
Apart from a declaration that states they are up to their knees in fenian blood, demanding surrender on pain of death, or that charming little ditty about what they’d like to do to the pope and the vatican, they were fresh out of ideas.
And as for their other little chant, about hating catholics, surely even the brightest of them has worked out by now that there may just be a collection that the locals are perhaps still chuckling over their decision to limit the supply of water to them.
Complaints have been made about the lack of refreshments available, with claims that some fans fainted in the heat, but let’s face it, had I been a local stadium worker sent among them to sell refreshments, I’d have phoned in sick long before the game started.
And I can’t imagine too many Sevillians concerning themselves with filling in the vacancies.
A large and visible post match police presence kept trouble to a minimum, and most of the supporters have found their way home by now.
It’s Scottish Cup final weekend, and it’s their last chance of a trophy this season.
Despite some claims in the media that their European run makes their season their greatest ever, and from their perspective, they might have a point. Their solitary title was won with no crowd to see it, so this season has been unique for them, especially those of their support aged between 16 and 30, who have not had that much to cheer about.
Influential playmaker Bobby Madden, ineligible for Europe, returns for the game.
It’s Glasgow’s turn to close the windows and lock the doors.
But while we do that, we can rest assured that with a little more experience of the European game, we have the players, the manager and the support to make an impact at the highest level.
Maybe not this coming season, but it is coming.
Strap yourself in, and practice your singing.
You’re going to need it.
On Wednesday…no diary yesterday, I couldn’t type for laughing…we had this
Ralph Malph
They’re bringing on Ramsay to take a penalty
Today
Just. Give it a few days and daddy bear will calm down , we’ll make our way home to larkhall then kids
“Daddy put the hoose on rangers winning the Europa league, kids “
Caption: life’s a ditch
There is no ‘ Walk on ‘ song , unless you include the U2 song the one you refer to which Celtic supporters sing is called ‘You’ll never walk alone ‘ .
There’s no chance of Celtic “facing an EXTRA ninety minutes in a final” either. You get used to these things in the diary. It could become another competition – spot the Ralphism.
That would just be cruel.
Memo to self – set a reminder for next diary.
Get it right. It’s the next DAIRY! (I’d better shut up before the new blog censor tells me off again).
Don’t milk it.
I see what you did there. Ralph might say I’m just a pot calling the cattle black.
Owen, I think we all know that criticism comes easy and flattery is pish.
Ralph brings us The Diary as often as he can and as accurate as is possible whilst using a mobile phone and travelling (driving) all over the place. I don’t expect (nor want) to hear that kinda pish from you ever again. Oh, and he does it FREELY, to us, but it’s NOT free for him; it’s his time and no-one can put a £value on that.
I suggested recently a way to pay a small amount for The Diary on a monthly basis. My suggestion was just about received positively, +5 or something. Anyway, I ask you, would YOU pay a small amount monthly (if Ralph and The Bhoys would accept it)? A truly open forum where criticism and plaudits can be placed.
This is NOT to fall out, nor to speak for Ralph or anyone else, just to make a debateable point.
I’ve had a few, so don’t expect perfection, just consider the central points. Back to basics:
HaHaHa….Europa League ‘winners’ then Super Cup ‘winners’.
The bastardz deserve every piece of shit going their way.
Hail! Hail! A PROPER football institution, Celtic FC. Despite the Kellys, the Whites and the Desmond&Lawwell combo, we’re STILL ‘a club like no other’, founded charitably and with a charitable support 2nd to NONE.
Hail! Hail! The Glasgow Celtic Supporters.
You think I’m seriously proposing a competition to point out typos in Ralph’s hard work!? If Ralph really is offended by my comment, he is free to consign it and any future ones to the oblivion of moderation where, ironically, so many of your own epistles seem to end up. Maybe you should reflect on why that is rather than concern yourself with my lame attempts at humour.
Owen, I replied in quite some depth about your rather crass comment regarding the guy who gives us The Diary. It’s been hooked into “Awaiting…..”. I really wish it hadn’t been. You may not have liked it but I think, and trust, you would have considered its content.
It’s only meant as a joke for goodness sake! Did you read my reply to you last week about atroshus spelling and offal poof-reading, to say nothing about the abysmal standard of grammar what the diary is wrote with? How can anyone take that as a serious criticism of Ralph? Lighten up.
Oh and I’ve teased Ralph before about mistakes in the Diary (as have others). It hasn’t stopped him giving me the odd win in the caption competition. Obviously he’s not taken the huff and can spot a joke when he sees one.
Bloo tongued sevconians. Staunch.
Caption … The secret seven and the famous five wait for Julian too return to the hide out , Julian is out looking for a handsome hun…
To be fair, the facilities in the Seville stadium ARE rubbish. When we were there it was the same, they confiscated all liquid containers on entry then don’t have the supplies to cope with demand.
Caption: get in the trenches and bunkers, their coming back for a cup final
The next podcast should be fun
Caption……
As Ryan Christie gears up for a crack at the Premiership, local Bournemouth school kids take appropriate action.
“Daddy, can we come out now? I don’t think those German bombers you were singing about are coming…”
Caption: Hey guys I think I can see Sevco coming. Oh hold on, it’s just another Kevins brain fart
Just think Billy, one day our Grand kids will sing about those German bombers
Great diary
I know that photo.
It’s not funny
Caption:
Onion bears ding-dong ditch Arron`s hoose.
Caption: 1848 days later Kenny Miller lands.
Sevco fans are raging at their VIP tickets for Seville glory game – suggestions that local press printed the words of the songs the visiting team from Glasgow were singing are said to have no bearing on circumstances
You can all come out, the sevconians are all away home now
caption.quick hide.here comes the bombing huns
I understand it’s being greedy but when it comes to hun’s pain, “I just can’t get enough”. Imagine the added hilarity if Agent Ramsey was on loan from Roma instead of Juve. Ha! Ha! Ha! Conspiracy theories kicked off on one of their sites by a fiendish Tim. Go on Jambos on Saturday, bury the zombies for good!
Citizens of Mount Florida prepare for Saturday’s Cup Final.
This is how it feels to be Sevco.
Must have been drinking the lavvy water.
Aye Henke, when I think about it, as I do over and over, I’ve really enjoyed their trip to Seville. And, BTW, “lavvy water” is far too good for them unless they were, er, ‘helped’ tae drink it from the bowl! It puts a whole new slant on Monti’s patter about “a bowl anyone”. HaHaHa. Hell slap it intae them!
If the diets beat them tomorrow, I’m heading to Erskine around 5pm with a bag of cans, roast chicken and a pair of binoculars……….. Fvck naw, the cans and chicken are for me, ideal for watching the b@stards doing a Greg Louganis aff the bridge.
Henke, you’re a mhan of my own heart.
I’ll cover the Kingston Bridge, just so we don’t miss any ‘divers’. I suppose Morelos will ‘lead them off’ as he’s totally proficient in that sphere. Fukk me, he almost IS a sphere!
A horrid atmoSPHERE.
They’ll be jumpin’ outae windaes when we win……..
Caption: We’re in a World War 1 trench, looking up at the Celtic…
Caption : ‘Geeuswatter ya Spanish fannies’
Caption. Half time in Seville and the sons of drouth RSC start digging pitchside for water.
Caption
In darkest Ayrshire, children shelter from the returning Oranges from Seville
Must admit have not laughed as much, due the Scottish journos in overheat about the mighty Sevco, how they would win the Super Cup and so and on and on and on and on and on
CAPTION.
Fagin, the rengars scout, arrives at the Homeless Hostel to pick a “lucky ” youth for their academy.
I also noted the silence of the Huns after Frankfurt scored and the empty stands as they collected the loser medals. Than again if you think you have a God given right to win and all your home press agreed with that then it must have been very hard to take
Caption – The Onion Bear Shitebags and the other 50,000 of their 100,00 (stop sniggering) peek out of their hiding hole to see if those nasty German Anti-Fascists have gone home and they now can come out”
caption the wee lassie peepin ower the tap sais dont worry kids its ramsey firing the mortars
Cannae wait to see Hearts beat them in the Final tomorrow. Brother Madden will oblige with the usual Tav-pen after Kent sticks his leg out against the defender’s legs and falls down giving brother Madhun his opportunity/excuse.
But it might not be enough ‘cos Hearts will be fresh and raring to go up against players with tired legs and feeling the disappointment of their once in a lifetime Europa dream disappearing. I have zero sympathy for them or their media friends who bum them up at every turn and avoid reporting any negative story about *rangers’ financial shenanigans. They were depending desperately on the Champions League money first by winning the league, second by winning the Europa. Now they will need to sell their “best” players or work by candle-light at ayeBrokes.
3-1 Hearts.
I see Burnley and Leeds are asking questions about Everton’s financial mismanagement. In fact reporting them for excessive losses over a three year period. I’m guessing we don’t have the same rules as England. The Basket of Assets would be well and truly scunnered if we did.
“Everton have posted losses of £372m over the past three years.
League profitability and sustainability rules allow for losses of £105m over a three-year period but Everton say Covid-19 losses over the past two seasons amount to £170m, which can be deducted from their total.
That figure has caused surprise among some Premier League teams because it dwarfs clubs of a similar size.”
I can’t get my head around this, their losses are almost 4 times more than allowed but Everton’s defence is that due to allowable Covid losses its just under twice the limit.
How’s that a creditable defence, as they’re still massively over the limit?
Also, their claimed Covid losses are also dodgy, as these are 3/4 times those of comparable clubs (Newcastle £40m, Villa £56m).
Despite this, I don’t expect them to face any serious punishment, as they’ll be treated as a ‘big’ club.
This is similar to Derby last year, who despite years of cheating weren’t punished and instead Wycombe, small club playing within the rules, got relegated.
Agreed all round. Their sycophantic scumbag press hurt them more than we could. Someone on here some time ago, sorry I can’t remermber who, said “it’s the hope that kills them”. Well, I could add ‘entitlement’ et cetera, but essentially it’s a number of vile things that kills them, but a stake in the heart might just finish the zombies for GOOD and forever.
Jeezo, that brother Madden gets mair like Golum every match.!!! He could be his clone.lol
Hearts were sh1te, not a shot on target in 120 minutes.
Has anyone noticed the new scum’s fans relatively benign behaviour in Seville, (not including flights).
Well I have. And here’s why. Spanish police, and they were highly visible with major back-up, are NOT huns. Scottish police, on the other hand, ARE huns.
So, until some form of civilised behaviour by PS and the S Gov., then nothing changes. Personally? I’ve had a lifetime of it (that scum) and am beyond redemption and I’ve NEVER sat at the back of the bus, as advised, even by my own family to accommodate that scums terror tactics.
NEVER! NEVER! NEVER! (to quote another piece of scum, RIP, who’s deid)
Like Thatcher, gone but not forgotten: I’ll NEVER forget the impact those scum bastardz had on my life. But I’m still here, a vibrant Tim, laughing at their followers and their downfall.
Hail! Hail! The Celts are here…………..
Also, Frankfurt have a large avowedly Anti-Fascist support who would have put manners on them if they had stepped out of line.
I just came back on to say one thing so, if I’ve missed any important comment, I apologise.
The point is this. I seem to have lost much of the thumbdowners and it’s nice to have appreciation shown to some of my comments.
However, + or – voting, sans comment does not help the blog at all.
I ask of you viewers of eTims, just a tiny comment with your ‘vote’.
A blog’s not a blog without it!
I thumbs dooned you for a laugh sorry couldn’t help myself. Agree 100% nae thumb doon without a comment fae the loon (or quine)
Thumbed up again might not sleep;)
TicToc, many of us read the posts and then comment and/or add the thumbs up/down, I don’t see anything wrong with that.
If we have to type a reply to every post on the “Diary” it’d soon be called “The Encyclopedia”.
The thumbs up/down is a convenient wee indication of how a post has been received by other readers.
David C(unt) King, with an ‘eye’ to a huge profit on his shares in RIFC as the new huns ‘won’ the Europa Final follow-followed by the Super Cup……..
dis-a-fukkin-pointment wouldn’t go close. He’ll no doubt rob another orphanage. This is scum on an industrial scale, yet by a small number of super-scum (like Murray before) and hence our love of seeing it and them crumple like the phonies they are.
RSP, time for another round:
Once a skelly chairman watched his mugs get beat again,
Fretted like fukk but told his bitch to “calm down”,
But she saw and she saw as her money kept on dwindling,
“He’s takin’ the right fukkin’ piss oot of me”.
He’s waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
But keeping a keen skelly eye out for me,
Well he’ll still be skelly when A-ah get him hame the night,
But he’ll huv tae sleep while his ‘tackle’ hangs free……tbc!
Just ‘popped’ in before kip. It’s 3.00+ am here and I’m afout bucked
I recently stated that Yellow Tail “Jammy Red Roo” was crap. No change. It IS!
However, Yellow Tail Shiraz, that’s something different. At around £8 (UK) a bottle, it’s a FN steal. I’ve wine snobs within my family and they talk shit and drink costly piss. Okay, their shout but, FFS?
Come On Ye Jambo Tarts, be lucky for a day. I’ll NEVER support you again but I’ll fondly remember that day, that day you fukked your cousins in a Final.
GO ON!
Remember those neighbours you hate, the Hibees, well they fukked the new huns in 2016 so, go out, do it for Edinburgh, but anyway, do it for the GOOD of Scottish fitba’. Bury your cousins!
I’ve put pot some nuts to attract a yellow tailed Shiraz into the garden.
Would you not be better going after the Roo, far more body to it.
Herts 1 v Urinal Tablets 0.
I don’t give a fukk how they do it or what the score is, just as long as they do it.
Take that cup back tae Edinburgh: The Hibees showed you how in 2016.
I NEVER thought I’d want to see the Edinburgh scum win the SC but that’s fitba’ for you.
Hail! Hail! The Scottish CHAMPIONS, the Glasgow Celtic, the Tim Malloys.
the reason the seville coppers didnae leather the potty drainers for singing bigoted songs was they didnae know what hey wer slabbering aboot
Michael.
Caption,The Rangers youth 11 find out that Gazza is taking training today