Match day Fred: Champs Vs Augsburg

Celtic: Forster, K. Wilson, Mulgrew, F. Twardzik, Kayal, Ledley, McGeouch, Forrest (c), Blackman, Stokes, Hooper

Subs: Zaluska, Murphy, Toshney, Watt, McCourt

Nae TV..... I listened to a hurling match on the radio.....seriously. Last time I did that was....well last year, but still....what kind of world is it that you can't see The mighty Celtic playing Augsburg?

 

Augsburg v Celtic Match Thread
0-0 ht. Augsburg 4 shots on target, 8 off target. Celtic no shots.


**** sake Sellick

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Shop window for Daryl.....

 

Finished 0-0.

Clean sheet away from home in Europe......

 

Heard he played ok...off twitter.

Match report from the record here:

Clear out needed as Lazy Lennon bereft of ideas falls as first hurdle to German Minnow.

James Traynor reports on Celtics miserable Start to the Season.

There was another earthquake in Glasgow last night, this time not from the beaks and bigwigs at Hampden, as they continued to pursue their vile agenda against an Innocent Rangers and their wonderful supporters, who have already been punished enough for crimes they did not commit.

Nor from the earth herself.

No this time the Earthquake was felt in the G32 Postcode, around London road, as the news came in "Ukrainian Nobodies 0 - The mighty Glasgow Celtic, SPL champions 0."

My source in the boardroom at Celtic Park told me the stream of language heard around the conference table as the results rolled in from Latvia was a color of Blue the bigoted support of the Glasgow Giants would not appreciate.

How could Celtic, looking to stride the other 41 teams in Scotland like a giant bully of a colossus, fail to beat a team who's name is not even a household item in it's native Poland.

A dismal performance, most Celtic players would not even need to clean their boots tonight, as the only 1 of the 11 players to kick the ball through the whole 90 minutes, was the inept Forster, as he took goal kick after goal kick as the Lithuanian minnows bombarded the Celtic goal, only luck, the wind, the posts, and the back of unknowing Celtic defenders heads preventing them racking up a cricket score against the hapless parkhead heroes defense.

As the players trudged off the immaculately kept Austrian playing surface, the sound of boos from thick Glasgow accents ringing in the ears. and scarfs bottles and pennies falling on their head, the imposters from last season must have finally realized they have been found out.

A team with no players, no formation, no ambition and no ideas, winner by default of the SPL trophy, handed to them by the nefarious hidden Hampden hand that continues it's relentless aggressive agenda against Scotland's only true and pure football giant, the might Glasgow Rangers, who are not at all dead.

As Celtic continue their tour of Holland, The question is not where did it all go wrong, but why has it taken the Parkhead Power brokers to realize it was never right in the first place.

Lennon would have done better to spend his closed season studying his playing staff and the options open in the market this season, rather the bottom of the frequent pints of Guinness he constantly consumes in disreputable Ashton Lane drinking dens.

Now he faces more dark days under Belgian skies, with only himself to blame, as he tries to right a sinking ship, and salavage something from this most miserable season.