Our Friday posting stamina is worse than a 400 pound distance runner. Sorry about that. In order to help you over the pre-weekend hump, I’m going to the soccer blog equivalent of porn–the single video post.
Celtic hosted Hearts on Wednesday CIS Cup. It was 1-0 to the Hoops late when Andy Driver raced past a very tired (and slow, and late) Stephen McManus. Let’s see what happened.
As you can see, the Celtic captain was about three steps late on the tackle. Initially, he was only given a yellow, until the linesman advised the referee as to how unsporting the whole thing was. Best part of the video–McManus, after getting the red asks “”For what? The tackle?” Yes, you moron. The cynical, possibly game-changing tackle. And with that, I’ll go ahead and add the “Old Firm fans are t**ts” tag to this post for the inevitable bitching in the comments.
Late breaking news from Rome: McManus has been granted an indulgence by the Holy Father, who will, from the bounteous charity of his heart, offer tomorrow’s Angelus for the salvation of ü75′s soul.
People lose their virginity at fifteen? Son of a bitch.
Obviously his sending off is a conspiracy between the SFA, The Masons, UEFA, FIFA, The Sith, The Crips, The Bloods, The Mau-Mau etc, etc….
I think it’s impressive that he was able to stay on his feet after the tackle, pure class.
Did they give him the penalty? The “old firm fans are t**ts” tag needs to be dusted off more often.
Obviously his sending off is a conspiracy between the SFA, The Masons, UEFA, FIFA, The Sith, The Crips, The Bloods, The Mau-Mau etc, etc….
There’s no way that’s true. It’s a well known fact, Sonny Jim, that there’s a secret society of the five wealthiest people in the world, known as The Pentavirate, who run everything in the world, including the newspapers, and meet tri-annually at a secret country mansion in Colorado, known as The Meadows. It is composed of The Queen, The Vatican, The Gettys, The Rothschilds, *and* Colonel Sanders before he went tits up. They committed this horrendous travesty.
God damn Protestants getting in the way of that good Catholic lad and his Slip n’ Slide.
Or at least that’s what Grandma WhiteSpeedReceiver would have said.
Ay, Phil is rrrrright. It was the chicken that got ‘im, bloody fried gold!
Dad how could you possibly hate The Colonel?
it’s his wee beady eyes
Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes ye crave it fortnightly, smartass!