Uilleam

Superb. Again.

Superb!

Getting caught out by every/any forward ball

Mr Crawford Allan would be well advised to incinerate his on-line history, and to burnish his CV.

The Frenchies' coach, Peter Bosz is Dutch and played with GvB at Feyenoord, or so I am told. A draw, then?

FWIW:

"Celtic Football Club has failed to confirm if it has started the inquiry into the antisemitic abuse of its Israeli player Nir Bitton, which it promised Scottish Jewish leaders in January." An easy thing for the club like no other, resolutely open to all, to overlook. Of course any investigation would be a hypocritical tissue of prevarication and concealment, dipped in green and whitewash. Probably. From The Jewish Chronicle: EXCLUSIVE: Celtic refuse to confirm promised investigation into antisemitic abuse Israeli player Nir Bitton was subject to antisemitic abuse on social media BY LIANNE KOLIRIN PAUL DRURY DECEMBER 09, 2021 11:02 https://www.thejc.com/news/news/exclusive-celtic-refuse-to-confirm-promised-investigation-into-antisemitic-abuse-5ea220y9aFbcCqGCB50915 Celtic Football Club has failed to confirm if it has started the inquiry into the antisemitic abuse of its Israeli player Nir Bitton, which it promised Scottish Jewish leaders in January. The club, which describes itself as “open to all”, pledged to investigate after Israeli midfielder Bitton was branded a “dirty Jew b***** d” and a “Zionist rat” on social media, following the team’s defeat to rivals Rangers. The club has so far provided no public updates about the long-awaited inquiry and did not respond when contacted by the JC. Last month, Fifa fined the Scottish FA £8,000 after Israel’s national anthem was booed by Scotland fans ahead of a World Cup qualifier in October. A series of such incidents led a prominent anti-racism charity to warn that such abuse is becoming normalised north of the border, where Jews make up just 0.1 per cent of the population. Jordan Allison, campaign manager for Show Racism the Red Card, believes Scottish clubs have not done enough to put anti-racism measures in place at stadiums, allowing antisemitism to go unchecked. “The problem we have in Scottish football is that these incidents are not being documented enough,” he said. “The victims don’t feel confident enough to report it to police or stewards. In turn, the stewards are not trained in how to record it as a form of racism. There’s far more work to be done. We are so far behind in Scotland that the authorities are not at the stage yet where they can do something about it.” The FA also sanctioned the Scottish national team over an “inappropriate” emblem, believed to be a Palestinian flag, waved at the international match in Glasgow’s Hampden Park. Meanwhile, the JC has learned that one Scotland fan took to Facebook ahead of the Israel game to ask fellow supporters: “Is it OK to sing ‘We Hate England More Than Jews?’” It has also emerged that in October last year, following the Euro 2020 match between the two nations, a convoy of vehicles drove past Giffnock synagogue, just three miles from Hampden, with passengers leaning out of the windows, waving the Palestine flag at residents.

Aribo. He seems to improve with every outing.

Eight, with no opposition, and a gimme is, to me, something less than nine.

Dundee Utd must surely be better than the dugmeat Dundee FC presented at Ibrox, yesterday.

Obscene gestures towards the support; booked almost immediately he came on; should have had a second booking, but the referee bottled out; provocative behaviour towards our lads, trying to get them carded; worst of all, just being Leigh Griffiths. He did get some verbal abuse, but, as a comedian must deal with hecklers, a pro athlete (a term used loosely in this instance) must deal with partisan criticism.

That was as much a training run as anything else: a decent performance, with some neat play, pace, and an almost acceptable result. It has to be said that Dundee FC bears as much relation to quality football as The Sunday Post does to quality journalism, and, thus, we should have taken a few more goals - we certainly had enough chances. Leigh Griffiths: a guttersnipe of the lowest degree, although that description flatters him.

'Rested', it is suggested.

Time to close that 'Club'; time to wind up the companies associated with it; time to grub up the pitch, parking, and circulation space, demolish the buildings, remove the debris and detritus, turnover the ground, and sow the cleared land with salt.

Cue: three days of 'Porteous - victim' in all organs of the Scottish media.

Smoke bombs!! Where the fuck is the thumbheid when he is needed?

This is not even mince, this is some kind of ground meat from the glue factory

Well, that was mince.

Campbell, ditto

Porteous taking Japanese lessons, I see

He's a debauched looking bastard, that Hibs' manager.

FOOTBALL | GRAEME SOUNESS Graeme Souness: I looked at Ray Kennedy and knew everything would be alright – he should be considered a great of the English game Liverpool legend pays tribute to his former team-mate and expresses sadness that the game didn’t do more to help him when he fought Parkinson’s in his later life Graeme Souness Tuesday November 30 2021, 7.00pm, The Times https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/graeme-souness-i-looked-at-ray-kennedy-and-knew-everything-would-be-alright-he-should-be-considered-a-great-of-the-english-game-789b6089r Ray Kennedy was one of the most underrated players I played with, a man that you looked at in the dressing room before a big game and instinctively knew you would be all right. The European Cup semi-final of 1981 is a great example — nobody gave us a prayer away to Bayern Munich in their stadium until Razor put us in front inside the final ten minutes. He was always a man for the big occasion. I remember watching him when I was still an apprentice at Tottenham Hotspur, scoring the winning goal against us at White Hart Lane to clinch the title for Arsenal in the last league game of the 1970-71 season when they went on to do the Double. I remember clearly thinking then, “I want to be him, a young player in the first team, winning things.” Ray loved his clothes and was always immaculate, a big, handsome man with that sallow skin he had. He was a striker then and Bill Shankly’s final signing for Liverpool in 1974, for a club record £200,000. It was a stroke of genius by Bob Paisley later to convert him into a goalscoring midfielder. I was the poor relation when it came to scoring beside Ray, Terry McDermott and Jimmy Case in that midfield, which was definitely the best in terms of goals that I played in at Liverpool. I was the odd man out by not getting into double figures. We had Jimmy on one side, Terry scoring close to 20 goals and Razor getting about 15. It wasn’t just about Kenny Dalglish and Dave Johnson up front. They also all did the hard yards the other way to support the defence. When we won the title in my first full season at the club we conceded just 16 goals in 42 league games and only four of them at Anfield. Ray wasn’t brilliant at anything, but he was very good at everything. He never gave the ball away, was a threat on the far post, and he had a silky touch and intelligence. People don’t regard him as one, but we have to talk about him as a great of the English game. After all these years, I still can’t tell you if he was naturally right or left-footed because he was so good with both. Ray made bad balls into good balls. If your head was down and you dropped it somewhere into the area of the far post on the left-hand side, he’d make your dodgy pass look like a really good one because of his anticipation, his timing, his power, his bravery and his determination to go and make that ball look good. When you talk about people scoring goals on the far post, he epitomised that because of his physique and football brain. Ray and Jimmy were incredibly close, through thick and thin. Ray was the senior member of that partnership and Jimmy was his partner in crime. Ray had been around the block and Jimmy was his apprentice, but he loved Ray and learned quickly from a good teacher. Ray had a dry sense of humour and nobody was keen to take him on in the banter stakes. It wasn’t just that he could cut you dead with a one-liner, he also had a serious, forbidding side to him and people were wary of that because he was a big powerful man with a real physical presence about him. I’d have loved to have him in my teams when I later became a manager. When I went to Newcastle United, I saw more of him and it saddened me to see how Parkinson’s had robbed him of his quality of life. The PFA should have done much more for him than it did because it made him a shadow of the man I played with. My great sadness is that he lost half his life to that awful condition — after having achieved so much before it affected him.