What defines a Celtic supporter

Having recently posted some of Bobby Sands diary on SC it had me reminiscing on my life growing up in North Belfast during the height of the conflict in the North of Ireland and how the date of Bobby’s death was strangely on the same day, albeit 5 years later, as another significant moment in Irish republican prison history that is linked to my immediate family.


My father was one of a group of 9 Irish Republican POWs that tunnelled from their ‘cage’ and escaped from Long Kesh during the 1st mass escape of Republican prisoners from the prison on the 5th of May 1976.
As you are now aware I am from militant Irish Republican stock. Something I say with great pride ‘I am and will always be an UFB.


Growing up in Belfast for some of us identifying with and supporting Celtic FC was just another method of ‘resistance’ stating our ‘Irishness’ in the face of the Orange state and British occupation, wearing a Celtic shirt was, for us, the equivalent of shouting ‘up the Provos’. Not that I was from a Celtic supporting family. My Father was only really interested in boxing. My love of Celtic grew from playing football with friends who were Celtic daft. Weaned me off my earlier childhood flirtations with Man U Anyway I always thought the Celtic strip was one of the coolest kits ever – always been a bit of a fashionista.


Now due to my families Republican activities our wee terraced house was often visited by members of her majesties armed forces. Various regiments over the years but all wrecked the wee house to a greater of lesser degree but those who showed the most animosity towards us, outwith the Paras, were members of Scots regiments. They had an awful reputation – bigots with guns and uniforms as most of them were and still are I contend. But amongst them there were ‘alleged’ Celtic supporters. I can recall sitting on the bed in my room with 2 heavily armed ‘Brits’ from a Scots regiment searching the room. One of them spots the picture of the Lions I had on the wall and my scarf. “I’m a Celtic fan to” one of them tells me. He goes on to tell me all about his trips to Celtic park on leave how much he loved watching Celtic and how his mother was from Dublin. I never replied. All this while his ‘comrade’ was emptying the contents of my bedroom cabinet on the floor and kicking them around the room.   This very same ‘Celtic supporter’ later threatened to shoot our family dog as he was vainly trying to attack the Brits. We had him, the dog, barricaded behind a make shift barrier comprised of a large fire guard and chairs, That dog really hated the Brits. A well balanced Lab – he hated both Irish coal-men and British soldiers in equal measure. There were other instances where we, as a group of teenagers, would be stopped and searched by Army foot patrols. With Scots regiments there was always at least one ‘again alleged’ Celtic supporter there trying to engage with us. Never gave them more than the required name, age and address to stop being ‘lifted’ by them. One one occasion these jovial Jocks thought it would be fun to have us sing ‘God save the Queen’. To me it was just a stupid song, one of our group, my mate Joe, refused to join in and received a rifle butt to his chin for his trouble. He started singing after that! We actually still laugh about his brief act of bravado – or stupidity as I call it.


So where does all this lead me. I guess it would be that oft asked question what actually defines a Celtic supporter? Could it be as simple as someone who enjoys watching the team play football with none of the emotional or political baggage usually associated with the Club or should there be more to it than that?
For me it is understanding our history, the reason for our creation, the struggle of the Irish and in particular the Irish diaspora in Scotland, and by default those of us in the occupied 6 counties, to prove we are the equals of all. As Martin O’Neill said – Being a Celtic fan gives some of us an identity, a sense of Irishness.


Yet still I still can’t quite reconcile a Celtic supporter from, I assume, the Irish diaspora, joining the British Army and then going to serve in Ireland. Later in my working life I have met a number of other Celtic supporting former Brits, one who actually claimed to have left a half eaten Mars bar on Bobby Sands grave while serving in the North of Ireland! When I asked them to help me understand their claiming to be a Celtic supporter, knowing all the Reb party tunes, knowing the history of the Club and then reconciling serving in the British army in Ireland or selling their soul as I put it to them their usual response was invariably ‘it was a job’!


Are they Celtic supporters? They are obviously are but not ones I would not willingly recognise as being so. Albeit I have dithered on the subject occasionally.
Am I actually going against our ethos of being a club open to all? Am I imagining some emerald green tinted version of what I would like Celtic FC to be wholly predicated on my own experiences during the war in the North of Ireland. Did that version of Celtic ever exist? Just what does Celtic and the Irish connection mean in the modern world and should it matter? 1888 was a long time ago after all!


Closing on a happier note. The old Lab and my Father spent their last years in the rural tranquillity of the Co Monaghan countryside. With never a sight of a coal man or British soldier to annoy the dog or my dad for that matter.

The above guest article is by Oglach. Please consider helping out the site with a small article.sentinelcelts@gmail.com

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Excellent article, Oglach, with plenty of food for thought. It certainly helps me understand your previous comments on other articles more clearly. Going back a few years to my brother-in-law’s wedding in Jersey I had the absolute pleasure of meeting Colin, a proper gentle man, who’d grown up in West Belfast and explained his reasons for leaving were because it wasn’t the first time he’d seen brains on the street when he was walking to work in the morning! We’re sanitised from these details by the UK media.



I’m surprised you bought a Land Rover with that background!

We were much insulated over here from the hell you and yours clearly lived through. We saw the riots,obviously. The aftermath of many things. But never the day to day stuff.

Read plenty since about it,of course. Bloody hell.

Saw this a couple of weeks ago. Another eye-opener.


Big Audio Dynamite

Great question, Oglach.

My Dad was a Clyde supporter & my mum a Rangers (Boo)? supporter! I was born in Montreal and brought up in Bridgeton, surrounded by grown men dressed as toy soldiers …life was confusing! Luckily, Clyde didn’t play in Europe, so when the big Euro nights happened, my dad would take me to Parkhead. I can remember being instantly hooked.


Just to prove how widely read this site is,check the similarity to this article and the clip posted yesterday by KevJ…


Who do we sue for plagiarism?

Big Audio Dynamite

“We are strongly opposed to playing games behind closed doors”

*Shakes head while walking away*


Twists n Turns


What a brilliant read.

Growing up, as a kid I was kinda aware of the ‘troubles’ but the intensity of the situation didn’t really register with me. Years later of course, as I got older, I became much more aware of what it was going on and what was behind it , but I suspect unless you lived with it, and through it, one could never really fully appreciate the full extent of what it was really like during those years.

I’d hear my dad and his brothers and sisters ( all 14 of them!!) singing rebel tunes at parties, but I didn’t recognise them as rebel tunes, to a kid, they were just songs that got sung.

First real experience I had that there was more to the songs than them just being party tunes was when my dad ended up in court. He’d been walking home and one of the neighbours in the village was blasting his ‘ party tunes’ out, loud enough that the whole street could hear them. Turned out the sash wasn’t one of my dads favourites and he had his own way of expressing his disapproval.

Anyway, back to your own situation and as I say, it was later in my life I begun to understand the whole back story and current situation. Even all these years later , the Bobby Sands diary that you reproduce on here add to that understanding.

I got to know RayMac through mails and letters and he also lived through those years and his knowledge and wisdom added another level of understanding for me.

The only experience I had of the ‘ brits’ was a positive one, but clearly doesn’t reflect the true picture.
One of my close friends, was a quiet reserved lad. We were 16 and camping. He said to me “ I’ve been accepted for the army, I’m going away soon”

I told him he wouldn’t last 5 minutes. Too quiet. Will miss the village and his family friends too much.

He did last 5 minutes though. He lasted 22 years actually. On a visit home one time he told me he was gonna be away a while, and it would be difficult for him to contact me but asked me if I would look out for his parents . He told me he was leaving me his car.
Of course I agreed, his parents were salt of the earth types, though I never felt his dad needed much looking after. An ex boxer and a guy who I learned a lot from.

Anyway off he went and on very rare occasions his parents got a letter which was delivered to them from a forwarding address. He never ever said where he was, but just that he was ok.

Some years later I got a call from him, asking me if I was able to free up a particular weekend. I said I could, and was told to fly to England and he’d pick me up. We were going to the Derby at Epsom. I was a guest of his but he shut down any questions I had. Where am I staying? What’s the arrangements?

Just be there.

He picked me up and I was driven to Sandhurst Barracks. Arrived at a gatehouse manned by Gurkhas and was given a house for the weekend.

Turns out he was in the SAS hence the reason for the secrecy.
I can well understand some now wondering wtf was I thinking about? Truly, the situation I was in just kinda happened and I didn’t give it much thought. I was meeting my pal. Going to the horses.

I travelled with 25-30 of those SAS guys. Drank with them, had a great day at the races and was treated with absolute respect and kindness. We went into London on the Friday and had a blast.

Over a lot of beers there was occasional talk about previous escapades and situations these guys had been in, and the only thing that was said to me was “ if you don’t mind, don’t repeat any of this to anyone, with regard to where they were and had been”

I never did, but contemplating all of this some time later, the NI situation had came up. In this context. One of them said to me over beers, “ *** tells me you’re a Celtic man ?”

I told him yes I was, and he said he’d met a lot of them in NI on his tours of duty there. He also told me there were a few Catholic families whose houses he regarded as safe, and they would take him in and feed him and give him tea . He told me it helped take the stress out of his time there as he was constantly on edge whilst on duty there.

Was that true? I can’t say for certain Oglach but it seemed genuine at the time.

So that was my only experience of the Brits and as I say whilst it was positive for me, I’m under no illusions as to the real overall picture.

Anyway Oglach, thanks for posting your story.

Need to rush so I’ve not checked this for typos!

Won’t be long until we’re all in “1984” https://youtu.be/0a0dziHVqNg ??
Hail!? Hail!?


A great read Oglach. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! 🙂

You too Twisty!

Twists n Turns


Happy St Patrick’s day to you too.

Be a quiet St Paddys day across the world today I guess.

Well…. quieter!

Big Audio Dynamite

With it being St Patrick’s day, how funny would it be if the Huns announced a new 5 year sponsorship deal with the sportswear firm Patrick?

Please God ?



Hail, glorious Saint Patrick, dear saint of our Isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now thou art high in the mansions above,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love.
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love.
Hail, glorious Saint Patrick, thy words were once
Against Satan’s wiles and an infidel throng;
Not less is thy might where in heaven thou art;
O, come to our aid, in our battle take part.
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love.
In the war against sin, in the fight for the faith,
Dear saint, may thy children resist unto death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, their

Their banner the cross which they glory to bear.
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love.
Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on
And our hearts shall yet burn, wherever we roam,
For God and Saint Patrick, and our native home.
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys look down in thy love.

big packy

we shall not, we shall not be moved, not by the hearts the hibs or the rangers, we shall not be moved ? feed the bear, the bear hes every feckin where, feed the bear, feed the bear? BTW OGLACH, fantastic article happy st patricks day


Óglach Roibeárd Gearóid Ó Seachnasaigh : Volunteer Robert(Bobby) Sands

Bobby recorded his diary for the first seventeen days of his hunger strike in which he detailed his thoughts and feelings on the momentous task that lay ahead of him. Copied below is his last diary entry. He died after 66 days on hunger strike on May 5th 1981. He was 27 years of age
Bobby had spent almost 8 years of his young life in British prisons because of his Irish Republican activities.

Over 100,000 people lined the route of Bobby’s funeral. Madiba (Nelson Mandela) noted in his prison calendar on Robben Island 5 May 1981 “IRA martyr Bobby Sands dies.”

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam, Dia leat Roibeárd

Tiocfaidh ár lá, Sealadaigh abu

Lá Pádraig inniú ‘s mar is gnách níor thárla aon rud suntasach, bhí mé ar aifreann agus mo chuid gruaige gearrtha agam níos gaire, agus é i bhfad níos fearr freisin. Sagart nach raibh ar mo aithne abhí ag rá ran aifreann.
Bhí na giollaí ag tabhairt an bhia amach do chách abhí ag teacht ar ais ón aifreann. Rinneadh iarracht chun tabhairt pláta bidh domhsa. Cuireadh ós cómhair m’aghaidh ach shiúl mé ar mo shlí mar is nach raibh aon duine ann.
Fuair mé cúpla nuachtán inniú agus mar shaghas malairt bhí an Nuacht na hEireann ann. Táim ag fáil pé an scéal atá le fáil óna buachaillí cibé ar bith.
Choniac mé ceann dona dochtúirí ar maidun agus é gan béasaí. Cuireann sé tuirse ormsa. Bhí mo chuid meachain 57.50 kgs. Ní raibh aon ghearán agam.
Bhí oifigcach isteach liom agus thug sé beagán íde béil domhsa. Arsa sé ‘tchim go bhfuil tú ag léigheadh leabhar gairid. Rudmaith nach leabhar fada é mar ní chrlochnóidh tú é’.
Sin an saghas daoine atá iontu. Ploid orthu. Is cuma liom. Lá fadálach ab ea é. Bhí mé ag smaoineamh inniú ar an chéalacán seo. Deireann daoine a lán faoin chorp ach ní chuireann muinín sa chorp ar bith. Measaim ceart go leor go bhfuil saghas troda.
An dtús ní ghlacann leis an chorp an easpaidh bidh, is fulaingíonn sé ón chathú bith, is greithe airithe eile a bhíonn ag síorchlipeadh an choirp. Troideann an corp ar ais ceart go leor, ach deireadh an lae; téann achan rud ar ais chuig an phríomhrud, is é sin an mheabhair.
Is é an mheabhair an rud is tábhachtaí. Mura bhfuil meabhair láidir agat chun cur in aghaidh le achan rud, ní mhairfidh. Ní bheadh aon sprid troda agat. Is ansin cen áit as a dtigeann an mheabhair cheart seo. B’fhéidir as an fhonn saoirse.
Ní hé cinnte gurb é an áit as a dtigeann sé. Mura bhfuil siad in inmhe an fonn saoirse a scriosadh, ní bheadh siad in inmhe tú féin a bhriseadh. Ní bhrisfidh siad mé mar tá an fonn saoirse, agus saoirse mhuintir na hEireann i mo chroí.
Tiocfaidh lá éigin nuair a bheidh an fonn saoirse seo le taispeáint ag daoine go léir na hEireann ansin tchífidh muid éirí na gealaí.
(Translated, this reads as follows:)
St Patrick’s Day today and, as usual, nothing noticeable. I was at Mass, my hair cut shorter and much better also. I didn’t know the priest who said Mass.
The orderlies were giving out food to all who were returning from Mass. They tried to give me a plate of food. It was put in front of my face but I continued on my way as though nobody was there.
I got a couple of papers today, and as a kind of change the Irish News was there. I’m getting any news from the boys anyway.
I saw one of the doctors this morning, an ill-mannered sort. It tries me. My weight was 57.70 kgs. I had no complaints.
An official was in with me and gave me some lip. He said, ‘I see you’re reading a short book. It’s a good thing it isn’t a long one for you won’t finish it.’
That’s the sort of people they are. Curse them! I don’t care. It’s been a long day.
I was thinking today about the hunger-strike. People say a lot about the body, but don’t trust it. I consider that there is a kind of fight indeed. Firstly the body doesn’t accept the lack of food, and it suffers from the temptation of food, and from other aspects which gnaw at it perpetually.
The body fights back sure enough, but at the end of the day everything returns to the primary consideration, that is, the mind. The mind is the most important.
But then where does this proper mentality stem from? Perhaps from one’s desire for freedom. It isn’t certain that that’s where it comes from.
If they aren’t able to destroy the desire for freedom, they won’t break you. They won’t break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the Irish people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of Ireland will have the desire for freedom to show.
It is then we’ll see the rising of the moon.


Ironic his last diary entry was on St. Patrick’s day.

Awe Naw

Happy St. Patricks Day lads. Stay safe

Awe Naw

Does Twists have a new shagging wagon ?

What model ?

I bet it’s one that will attract the fillies ?

Cosy Corner Bhoy

First dispatch from Cell 7,better known as CCB and Mrs CCB’s abode, in darkest Kilwinning:
Well there won’t be any problem passing the day today, the first of ‘instructed incarceration ‘ as the transfer of redundant kitchen parts to their new location, the garage, is still ongoing and space created for the new arrivals requiring temporary accommodation prior to permanent residence chez CCB kitchen.
I don’t suppose ‘Hitler in Knickers’ knew Tuesdays were a ‘don’t go out day’ anyway,but, she sure knows how to muck up my Wednesday!!
Interesting that ‘self-isolation’ doesn’t include not having trades various working away like beavers ??.
I enjoyed Oglach’s posting of Bobby Sands’ diary just as much HT’s posting them all those years ago on ‘another Celtic site’.
Therein may lie the answer to Oglach’s question. IMO, the vast majority of Celtic supporters have had a link of some kind to ‘The North of Ireland’ in their upbringing be it parents, grandparents or even great grandparents.
The first North of Ireland person I met in a full time situation work and socialising never ever referred to his birthplace as anything else. That was in 1961 and like me he was a British Civil Servant! Incidentally, he was the first person I knew to have two passports.
When I saw the post of Hail Glorious St.Patrick I just knew it would be JimtheTim?. I’m from an era that sang the first verse at Celtic Park and could never understand why the 19th of March was a Holiday of Obligation and not the 17th (didn’t expect both!’), but could you imagine the uproar in Scotland if it was?
Back to the garage! KTF.

Big Audio Dynamite

Ironic that the worst affected football club on the planet, Valencia, are the only club who have a club badge featuring a bat – the animal blamed for the outbreak.

Twists n Turns

Awe Naw

Nothing top of the range I can assure ye!

I only got the jag RSport last February, and my son was smiling like a pooch as he drove off in yesterday!

Whilst I’m downgraded to the Range Rover evoque. From mega horse power to tractor power.

Just wait till the snow comes though…. he won’t get near me

Truth be told the reason he’s got it and I’ve changed is the jag was too low for me. Getting auld. 1000 mile drives was breaking my back!

Fillies? Well this one will be easier to drag em into I guess ……


A most enjoyable and, indeed, from an historical point of view, an important read.
Thank You.
Growing up in Priesthill, a tough, rough, housing scheme, there was a load of support, but in reality, we were ill informed due to British Propaganda.
My best friends mum was from Strabane, so we tried to tell people what was really going on.
On the day, Bobby died, our main road was set on fire, full of wood, bins etc.
I’m afraid that’s as far as protesting got.


Just watched an episode of Poirot there. The guilty man was a thief & a fraudster, a mr. Worthing. There was a clip where there was a cut off angle – to hide his identity to us – of him walking up the stairs. We only saw his legs and feet.
He was wearing BROWN BROGUES!
Typical! He was a hun 🙂

Awe Naw



I got a new BMW X2 last year. I love it.


I’ve got a Fiat Punto. 07 reg.


Well folks, that’s me been sent home from work.
There’s probably about 150, who are on my floor, the boss called 4 of us in, said due to our medical conditions, she thinks we are at high risk and should go and self isolate.
We are receiving full pay, at present.
It was a weird feeling, really proactive management, that deserves to be applauded, but at the same time, leaving you feeling vulnerable.


Best wishes in your situation JNP, hope it all works out for you. With any luck they will have a vaccine asap. Dispensing it to the most vulnerable first. Hopefully the world’s scientists are on this as a matter of ungency.

Big Audio Dynamite

JNP, I may have missed you posting about your condition, but would like to wish you a speedy recovery. Do you have family around, or close by?



Correct decision,though I understand your concerns. Hopefully full pay will remain. If my company suspends operations I’ll need to sell my body.

Dunno where the nearest vivisectionist is to Swindon though.


I always, always, put on my left sock first. And, sleep on the right side of the bed.



Friesdorfer, that sounds sensible.

(I think!)

The only problem for me is I have a single bed and I lost my left leg in the Bore war.


Yes, I’m sorted, thank you for asking.
Genuinely appreciated.
Jim and Mick.
Thanks to you guys, too.

Big Audio Dynamite

I feel fine, absolutely no symptoms of anything, family all in rude health & going about their business as normal.

Maybe everyone could take a minute to describe their own situation?

If they have family around, or are on their own.
Can you physically get to where you need to?
Do you have enough food & medication?
Any family affected?
Or maybe just scared & worried
If you are worried about bills not getting paid (Gas & electric ok?)

I’m sure there’s more, but we won’t know unless you tell us.

I’m more than happy to try and cover the Glasgow area (And surrounding) Not driving, but that won’t stop me getting to you!

Awe ra best, fellow Celts …KTF ?

Big Audio Dynamite

JNP, really glad to hear it, pal

HH! ?

Awe Naw

I don´t concur with the suggestion that UEFA will let the national associations do as they wish. Whatever is decided it will have to be uniform and it will have to have minimum impact on the start of the next competition. Everything will need to be clear cut across all national associations before they embark on the beginning of the next tournament so not a cats chance in hell that UEFA will leave it up to individual national associations. The national associations will be told exactly what to do without the merest hint of maneuverability for the national associations. Nobody will take on UEFA. They never have done so in the past so its not going to start now. I expect UEFA to have full European government approval.

There will be no distribution of cash for the UL and CL this season as both competitions will be declared null and void. This will compensate UEFA for losing out in 5 times that amount of money for the cancellation of Euro 2020.

Under these circumstances I cannot see anybody investing in Sevco.

Keith Jackson just doing his usual favours for his favourite dead team.

It can work out well for Sevco. They can blame the emergence of Sevco 3 was necessary due to the Coronavirus along with many other teams.

Celtic like all other clubs leading in their league presently leading will be decreed as the champions. Cups will be cancelled. If they are capable of being played they will need to be completed by a certain date for UEFA satisfaction and entry into UEFA competition.

Why would any rich person who could have bought Rangers for a pound in 2011 now spend 20 million on a cold shouldered sevco teetering on bankruptcy with the threat of losing the UEFA prize money, SDI damages, Memorial wall damages and no imminent retail deal ? Come on Keith Jackson that´s the article we all want to read .. go on .. gies a laugh .. no mair eh a laugh than normal


Twists n Turns

To answer your question. i do not doubt that there were some Catholic families that welcomed British soldiers into their homes even during the worst of the conflict.There were after all Catholic members of the RUC,few in number but they were still there. I would however be very sceptical if the individual claimed the hospitality they received was in an urban environment such as West or North Belfast. At the start of the conflict many Catholic / Nationalist minded families had family members who were in the British armed forces.If i can recall correctly i believe one of the 1st nationalists KIA in the ‘Troubles’ was a British soldier home on leave who had volunteered to help defend his home community from a RUC / B special lead loyalist attack. He was shot and killed by an RUC sniper. I also remember a close childhood friend of mine who literally was blown to pieces by a loyalist car bomb placed at the funeral of a local IRA volunteer. Sean was 13 years of age his oldest brother was a serving member of the British Army. Sean’s family had to seek my father’s consent to allow his older brother to attend his funeral without risk of being shot for being a member of the British Army. Of course this was allowed with no conditions attached. If i also remember correctly Sean’s younger brother was later imprisoned for membership of PIRA.

As with most civil conflicts there are a lot of grey areas and i also try to steer clear of defining the protagonists as being either Catholic or Protestant. Mainly because that is what the British wished to portray the conflict as ‘sectarian’ and not political. But that isn’t true. Just as there were Catholics offering hospitality to members of the British Army and serving with the RUC there were Protestants who were militant Irish republicans. One of my fathers comrades and closest friends was Ronnie Bunting. Ronnie’s father was Major Bunting who was an associate of Ian Paisley. Ronnie was one of the few Protestants interned without trial along with their Catholic comrades – because they were all Irish Nationalists. Sadly Ronnie was assassinated by a Loyalist death squad with the collusion of British army intelligence.

Life during war time a chara




Great post, nice template!!

Maybe everyone could take a minute to describe their own situation?

If they have family around, or are on their own. Yes
Can you physically get to where you need to? Yes
Do you have enough food & medication? Yes
Any family affected? No
Or maybe just scared & worried. Both, only personal, I’m 67 and diabetic, in Kent
If you are worried about bills not getting paid. No.

I’m sure there’s more, but we won’t know unless you tell us.
Great, I’m sure there others far worse off but thank you.


Oglach – Great read, thank you.

Happy St Patricks Day to all, a day full of memories of days past for me,my school and Church.



Awe Naw, good post. Part of the UEFA confab today is a video conference with all the FAs. They will have the chance to put their views forward before a decision is made I would think. I don’t know if there will be a vote or not.

Big Audio Dynamite

Peter, good stuff, mate. 67, eh? Seems to chime with me, can’t say why ?


When I think about it possibly UEFA will present to the FAs a few options which they have come up with and the possible problems with each. Then they take into account the responses before an announcement is made.

Awe Naw

Who is Stuart Gibson as Rangers new money man is revealed
Business writer Ken Symon provides insight into the man set to plough money into Rangers.

By Ken Symon

This article comprises of exactly the same results as Awe Naw´s google search this morning. Hint: Try using another search engine Ken. Google is the most popular

Awe Naw

As exclusively revealed by Record Sport , Stuart Gibson is the mystery businessman who is ready to invest in Rangers.

The property tycoon was in Glasgow last week to meet with the current board as he looks to complete a deal that would eventually see him take over Dave King ‘s shareholding.

Gibson has been secretly attending matches and was in the crowd as Steven Gerrard ‘s side lost to Celtic in the Betfred Cup final in December.

But who is the investor and what will be bring to Ibrox? Here’s everything you need to know.

Hailing originally from Paisley, Gibson is a co-founder and the joint chief executive of e-Shang Redwood or ESR, a Hong Kong-based property development group.

ESR floated on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange last year, valuing the company at $1.8 billion (£1.46 billion).

Gibson co-founded Redwood Group with business partner Charles de Portes, which at the time of the stock market launch owned 13 per cent of ESR, worth $234 million or £190 million at the time of the stock market launch.

ESR works across the People’s Republic of China, Japan, South Korea, Singapore, Australia and India.

An increasingly important player in property deals in Japan, ESR has investments in 19 goods distribution centres in Japan.

Gibson is a director of 15 companies. He has 25 years of property development and investment experience in Asia including 15 years in Japanese industrial property development.

ESR is backed by a $20 billion fund for investments in major goods distribution centres and warehouses across Asia.

In the last month Stuart Gibson launched ESR’s 27 billion yen (£208 million) plan to build the largest goods distribution centre in Nagoya, Japan’s fourth largest city.

In March last year, it was announced that ESR has acquired a parcel of land on Japan’s Tokyo Bay for the development of a $1 billion warehouse.

In 2018 ESP launched ESP Australia, buying Australia property development group CIP for AUD$102.5 million (£52 million) in order to make the move.

CIP had developed 1.5 million square metres worth of commercial and industrial projects with a value of AUD$2.5 billion (£1.25 billion).

Score: Million 6 Billion 6
Currencies 4 Countries 7

I wonder what remit Keith gave Ken this morning ? Make sure you mention …


As it happens, I’m in a, sort of, single bed too. It is actually a Dutch double bed with two individual mattresses inside the frame. What has been described as “An Austrian twin bed” in some parts! Nae problems with two single quilts.



I’m in Swindon. As I’ve been working nights for about fifteen years,it means that most of my drinking acquaintances are older. And getting more so!

They all know that my works van and its driver are available for overnight supermarket shopping if required. Everything seems ok at the moment but that will change if things don’t improve soon.

Twists n Turns

Thanks for that

Tbh bud I couldn’t tell you which parts he was referring to but I’m sure you’ll be correct

Awe Naw- nice!! Too expensive for me though

Purely precautionary I’m sure T and thoughtful act I think. No point in taking risks


Great read.
Thank you.

bada bing1

EURO 2020 postponed till next year

Awe Naw


please excuse my lateness in thanking you for your well written article

bada bing1

Horse racing suspended from Wednesday


Cosy Corner Bhoy
That was funny.
I use having to walk my wee dug to escape the wife’s gulag.
Poor wee canine is exhausted.

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