Celtic 5—Rangers 1.

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gloat

ɡləʊt/

verb

gerund or present participle: gloating

  1. dwell on one’s own success or another’s misfortune with smugness or malignant pleasure.

“his enemies gloated over the Huns death”

synonyms: delight in, relish, take great pleasure in, enjoy greatly, revel in, rejoice in, glory in, exult in, triumph over, crow over;

 

It was a long time coming, a few phoney wars and some people might even have watched Scotland playing Malta, but then the media campaign ramped up, with special Old Firm pull-outs and countdowns to the big game. A bombardment of World War 1 proportions to soften us up. Joey Barton’s Twitters were raided for back-page news, and his media pal Robbie Savage reminded us he’d be the best player in Scottish football be some distance. I must admit I was a bit scared, he might be something special, and he did nearly score in this game with a back pass to his own goalkeeper, Wes Fotheringham that had the Ranger’s keeper scrambling to save it. Yes, it was confirmed, after Tom Rogic spun away and left him and his midfield partner Niko Kranjcar on their arses so often, the Ger’s duo were indeed something worth watching.  They were part of that great Ranger’s tradition of giving people money for nothing. I’m not even going to mention Philippe Senderos, because that would be too cruel. Like all great players he did his talking on the pitch, but left early having been given the run-around all afternoon to get his head together and catch the mobility bus home.

Barcelona rested seven of their first-team regulars against a newly promoted La Liga team, Celtic didn’t, but they did bring on Stuart Armstrong, who can’t be considered a first pick, but did score the fifth goal. The notable omission was Leigh Griffiths, the one player from the Ronnie Delia era that could hold his head up and who carried us to the league title last year and who has started in such fine form this year. I must admit his stand in Moussa Dembele did alright, setting up a goal for Scott Sinclair (who’s actually English) and scoring a hat trick in an Old Firm game isn’t easy. The last Celt to do so wasn’t Larsson, as you’d expect, but two generations before that with Stevie Chalmers when anyone that wore shin guards was considered a bit of a poof and even after that when Danny McGrain didn’t even have a beard and Dixie Deans was regularly knocking in six against a good Hib’s team, he couldn’t score a measly three again the Ibrox money men. Dembele kept his trap shut when not in the first eleven and unlike some Ranger’s regulars, waited for his moment. Here he pounced. Header, left foot, right foot. Early promise is beginning to pay off. He’s in line for a start against Barcelona. And even this early I’d say it wouldn’t be unreasonable to suggest after two years at Parkhead, you’re looking at Celitc’s first £20 million -plus- transfer. And between him and Leigh Griffiths you’re looking at finishing first and second in the goal-scoring charts. The league is won, even this early, I can say that. We’ve played the best of the rest and scored five against them.

But there’s something in the Old Firm game that brings out the kid in us all. I was thinking about Fat Robbie’s son, who is eight and was at his first Old Firm fixture. That’s probably the first time he’s seen adults who scarcely scratch a smile all week, laughing and greeting, kissing each other and dancing in their seats. Aye, it’s a belter, not to be forgotten, unless you’re a Hun.

Ranger’s supporters will be waiting and hoping that Barcelona take five off our Bhoys because the Catalans are five times better than us. That’s a possibility. A real possibility, we know that because we’ve been there before. Hearts do rule old heads, but there’ll be no shame in it. The phony war against Rangers is over. Talk about Magic Hats and Joey Barton (insert your own version of events here). Celtic have proved themselves. And they need to prove themselves again in the big league, in the Champions League, where the real money is, and there they’ll be found wanting, but they’re the best in Scotland, by a fair distance and deserve to be there.  I think we can safely say that Ibrox will be a  Priest-free zone for quite a while and when Zadok and the Champions League music starts they can turn it over and watch oops Joey in the Cartoon Network.

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4 thoughts on “Celtic 5—Rangers 1.

  1. Ah, Jack it may be sweet the gloating, but don’t forget, weak Old Firm, terrible Scotland side… And yes, I know the rot set in with the International Rangers of Terry Butcher and the like. Did you see Snodgrass’s goal against Burnley? I suppose a knackered knee won’t affect a dead ball specialist too much, but he used to be a good winger. Anyway. Livingston, Stirling Albion, Leeds, Norwich City, Hull City – in days past that trajectory would have been Celtic or Rangers at the Leeds point, wouldn’t it?

    I have no answers, but I remember watching the likes of, amongst many, many others, Denis Law, Asa Hartford, Dagliesh, John Robertson and yes, even Souness, who wasn’t quite as good as he claims to have been in his newspaper columns. Is it really because the “jumpers for goalposts” era is gone? I know I played with a football for hours (I was shite, that’s why I ended up playing rugby, but that’s another story) on local grassland or in a nearby car park until I was 11. People don’t do that now, I guess.

    Anyway, that’s enough rambling. Good luck for the Tims in the Nou Camp, we both know they’ll need it.

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  2. I’ve not seen Snodgrass’s goal yet, I’ll watch it tonight in match of the day. We all know for Celtic to get a point in the Nou Camp our keeper will need to play the game of his life, every outfield player will need to be better than they’ve ever been before and we’d need enough luck to send a rocket to the moon. But when that Champions League music starts we live in our dreams.

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  3. Thoroughly enjoyed my afternoon. It’ll get worse for them. A Celtic on top form – they weren’t yesterday – could have scored five by half time. It wasn’t a once-in-a-generation beating but the next fixture at Ibrox could well be.

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