Showing posts with label Celtic Rejects Coming Good. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celtic Rejects Coming Good. Show all posts

Thursday, September 17, 2026

55 - 100 "Well, that was fucking expected."

Opponent: Computer Level 9
Date Started: 31st August 2026
Date Finished: 17th September 2026

Two heavy defeats on the same day. 

Isn't misery supposed to come in threes? Oh, aye, Celtic got turned over by Ferencváros in the Europa League tonight. That'll be the third pint of misery. 

Duran gave an Oscar worthy performance as the invisible man. Hogh said "Tonight, Matthew, I will play Peter Withe, except no one will tell the referee and I'll get whistled for fouls every three minutes." Anything else? Yes, Arzani will return to Parkhead and score an absolute peach of a goal, putting the tie beyond Celtic. Arzani's the Iranian born Australian winger who spent two years on loan at Celtic and was only afforded the opportunity to make a name for himself in two fixtures over two years. That's right: two games. Marvin Compper made more of an impression at Parkhead.

Nice set up for Sunday's return fixture against R*ngers . . .  said no one ever.

The darts stats tell me all I need to know. Further confirmation that my averages are down, and that I'm going through a sustained dip. A 'dip' suggests that I'll recover my averages. Such things are never guaranteed. Especially if I don't put in place a training routine which would help improve my overall performance. It's all on me.

What I am going to do going forward is to stick with the One80 Rectifiers. I need a thinner dart right now, and that's the best of a bad lot. I'll see what happens.


Thursday, September 25, 2008

Attila the Gloater

That's gloater, not goater.

And why not. Man City may have the big time charlie aspirations for the near future, but last night's defeat to Brighton in the League Cup must have really hurt. It'll be a good few years before City can even begin to kid themselves on that the League Cup doesn't matter for them. Nice to see that Celtic might-have-been, Adam Virgo, scored one of the decisive penalties.

Attila the Gloater? Noted Brighton fan, Attila the Stockbroker, celebrates the victory with considered ill-grace over at his MySpace blog. Yep, why not.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

All the 1's

*Cough* Do I even need to write this post?

Within a minute of coming on as a substitute Derek Riordan - wearing 01 as a shirt number - scores the only goal of the game for an away win for Hibs against the Hamilton Accies.

His first goal on returning to Hibs . . . his first of many.

Hibs versus R*ngers next Sunday. Wonder if there's a Hibs pub in NYC?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

No Hiding Place

The Scotland-Croatia game is currently being shown on the Fox Soccer Channel. Yep, the entire game. Don't believe me? Just spotted Bilic on the touchline. From the neck down, he looks like a suave and debonair Euro-chic man about town. From the neck up, with that daft hat on his head, he looks like me when I nip out in the morning for a carton of milk and some dog food.

Fuck sake, Gordon's just this second made an arse of himself with the Kranjcar goal. The tv director must be a close family friend of the Gordon family 'cos he's decided to show at least 10 different camera angles of the goal to try and manufacture the illusion that there was some sort of deflection that caused Gordon to be wrong-footed. He'll be showing Zapruder footage in a second to suggest that the ball caught a divot on the grassy knoll. Truth is that Gordon has brought his current form north of the border with him from the Stadium of Light.

When I discovered that they were going to show the entire game on the telly, I was sorely tempted to do a 'Likely Lads' and avoid finding out the result and then sit down and watch the game tonight as if I was watching it live. Maybe even do a bit of pseudo live blogging. But I'm glad I didn't now. Watching Scotland is always a pain rather than a pleasure, and that goal that was just scored would have resulted in the dog getting a swift kick to the vitals.

And, anyway, live blogging footie is a myth anyway. Last time I tried it, the actual writing of the post took about three days to write.

Oh, Miller's just scored. Now that's what I call a deflected goal. And Miller will have a cheek to claim it.

Back to the game. No more goals coming so I don't have to have a panic attack anytime Croatia crosses the halfway line. Just as I like it when watching Scotland . . . and Celtic.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

TinTin and Come the Fuck On

My plan to get Spielberg and Jackson to hitch Peter Watkins to the TinTin Rollercoaster Ride continues apace.

No confirmation email back yet from the Political Bureau of the ICC to follow up my suggestion of them sending a delegation to DreamWorks to do the dual activity of a paper sale on the WGA's picket line and to do a pitch of 'Breaking Free' to TinTin's producer, Kathleen Kennedy. (I know Laurie and Pierre can't do Los Angeles next weekend 'cos they've got that paper sale outside Brixton Tube Station that they have to do.)

No response yet from Will to my fax that he should audition for the part of Captain Haddock if and when DreamWorks do decide to go ahead with developing 'Breaking Free' for the big screen.

OK, need to see if the Makem/Geordie match is on FSC this morning. I'm guessing a 3-2 win for the Makems, with Wallace scoring the winner in the last five minutes.

ADDENDUM

And maybe Luke Akehurst as TinTin? But only if he loses the glasses.