tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156173642009-02-21T13:23:17.669ZOne Tim. Endless paranoia. What more do you need?Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-15937317156168831882008-04-11T13:12:00.003Z2008-04-11T13:37:57.769Z

Here at The Paranoid Tim we like to take you on a journey with each and every article posted on our humble little blog. What kind of journey, I hear you ask? Well, we'd like to think we were the blog equivalent of a fortnight at a luxurious Tuscany villa nestling quietly in the lush rolling hills of the Lucca countryside. But let's be honest here. That would just be delusional. Instead we're

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Anyone who visits Celtic Park on any sort a regular basis can't possibly have helped noticing a strange new chant that has been growing in use amongst large sections of the Celtic support over the last year or so. Like all truly great footballing bastardisations of the English language, the chant is beautiful in it's simplicity; a mere two words that, while almost Swiftian in form and expression

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-49444903317071092652007-10-25T18:50:00.000Z2007-10-25T18:59:45.281Z

Another day, another defeat. Actually, another 5 days and another two defeats if you want to get pernickity on ol' Paranoid Tim, but we know you're all too busy drowning sorrows and trying to avoid bumping into blue-nosed neighbours to be concerned about something like that. Let's run through that one again. Another two defeats. In five days. The first to a 'crap' Rangers team. The second to a '

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-27325387117407380412007-10-20T15:31:00.000Z2007-10-20T15:40:49.090Z

We've witnessed a few Celtic-Rangers games in our time, here at The Paranoid Tim. More than a few. And in that time we've seen the good, we've seen the bad, and, yeh, we remember Terry Hurlock too. Victories, defeats, draws; end to end rollercoasters with last minute winners, dull goalless borefests that should have been stopped after 15 minutes on health and safety grounds; Great refereeing

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-80434320166821085422007-08-06T17:29:00.000Z2007-08-06T18:58:29.446Z

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Or so we're told by people far smarter than the average Scottish football fan. Hell, let's be honest here, anyone stupid enough to pay £25 to watch 90 minutes of the unadulterated pish that passes for top level football in this country can't be the sharpest tool in the box. Don't know why I still do it.So here we are, 90 minutes into a new

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1141303829296831572006-03-02T12:20:00.000Z2006-03-02T12:50:29.320Z

After the recent high profile win over Dunfermline and how it was an SPL record, i thought surely we must have broken some more records since the beginning of the SPL. After a quick search on scotprem.com i found that we have indeed notched up nine (10 if you count the two biggest wins). This is truly a magnificent achievement considering we were accused of having an aging squad, a club in crisis

smehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10220710764806331054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1140437611716691892006-02-20T12:10:00.000Z2006-02-21T02:11:09.576Z

Filling the boots of Celtic’s greatest post war scorer and a legendary hero to fans all over the world is no easy task. A Brazilian world cup winner was given the famous no 7 jersey but ultimately the burden was too much for him. A man with a similar first name and a decent pedigree also seemed incapable of dealing with the pressure. Of course the usual questions were asked and the usual

Z Bhoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975471352593931241noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1140178749453650662006-02-17T12:03:00.000Z2006-02-17T12:34:30.343Z

The Paranoid Tim, in it's short existence, has never ceased to amaze us. For a start, people actually read this cobblers. A brave few even reply - usually to tell us that we're talking cobblers - but they reply none the less. But still we stumble on. And each day we check to see exactly who it is that is reading our humble little blog.You'd be surprised, you really would. Places on this earth I

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Relive that Magic-al 21st Celebration. Enjoy!

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1140018886370052652006-02-15T15:29:00.000Z2006-02-15T23:30:47.893Z

Well, if you read the papers, listen to the phone ins or watch the woefully inadequate "football" programmes on the box, you would be forgiven for believing it's true.I am left to wonder why every journo mentioning Rangers must do so in conjunction with a sly dig at Celtic? How many times have I heard "Look how bad Rangers are, they're 15/17/21 pts behind one of the worst Celtic teams in years".

Z Bhoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08975471352593931241noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1140007430244000582006-02-15T12:26:00.000Z2006-02-15T12:43:50.343Z

There is fame and there is celebrity; infamy and notoriety; affluence and wealth. And football, too, has its similes.Allow me to take you back some years and recount a true tale of coincidence, unremarkable but for a trained eye, improbably and suspiciously convenient but, as I say, true, nonetheless.I could call it a tale of two cities – which it was – but Dickens has little to fear from me so

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1139919919407450472006-02-14T12:12:00.000Z2006-02-14T12:25:19.423Z

Every now and again a moment comes along that, for some bizarre reason, connects with some wee mad corner of your brain in a way that the thousands of other bits and bobs that make up your average 90 minutes of humdrum Scottish footballing nonsense fail to do. Such a moment happened on Sunday at approximately 13:05pm.Let's set the scene. Celtic are on the attack. The ball falls to John Hartson,

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It's been a while. Too long, some might say. Not long enough for others, I'm sure. But hey, ho! Such is life. Occasionally real life gets in the way of the online variety and one is left with no option but to unplug and wave a fond farewell to the squad of north American beauty queens who are captivated by that gruff, but cute, Scottish accent. Oh, and the Celtic minded blog too. Yeh

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1126526333459119492005-09-12T11:51:00.000Z2005-09-12T11:58:53.470Z

It used to be that a visit from Aberdeen prompted a little trepidation in the mind of Tims across the land. For part of the 80s I'd go as far to say it was trepidation bordering on outright bricking ourselves. But that was the 80's. As that decade passed, and a new one began, our Wooly brethren from the North became less and less of a force in Scottish football - even to the point that they were

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1126490754954302252005-09-12T01:51:00.000Z2005-09-12T02:05:54.966Z

For those of you who may have missed it on Saturday, Radio Scotland broadcast a half hour long programme looking back on the events of September 10, 1985. The broadcast, One Night In Cardiff is still available online. The show kicks in after about a minute. You'll have to put up with the Wurzels until then. Don't ask. I have no idea either.On the subject of Saturdays events, Kudos go out to the

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1126486869338026402005-09-12T00:51:00.000Z2005-09-12T01:19:53.350Z

So much has been said, so much written over the last week, that it would be inconceivable to find anyone in Scotland who wasn't aware that Saturday marked the 20th Anniversary of the death of Scotlands finest manager, and Celtics greatest legend. On such occasions, there is always the danger of going overboard with the praise. Mediocrities can become geniuses, the past can be rewritten - glories

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1126458149388432572005-09-11T16:53:00.000Z2005-09-11T17:05:09.603Z

In the humdrum existence of modern day Scottish football it has become increasingly rare to come away from a game with the thought "I'll remember this day for the rest of my life". In fact, so rare are these days that in my 21 years of attending matches at Celtic Park, there are only a limited handful that spring immediately to mind. And even less in number are the occasions that make me

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1125921089648355112005-09-05T11:45:00.000Z2005-09-05T11:51:29.656Z

Perhaps not on tour as such, more away playing for their respective countries in the qualifying games for some meaningless cup none of us Scots would know anything about had it not been for 1966, etc. Here's a quick round up of how the guys who wear the Hoops got on back in their respective countries.Craig Beattie made his full internation debut for Scotland on Saturday, coming on for the final

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1125757252641797852005-09-03T14:06:00.000Z2005-09-03T14:20:52.653Z

Between the build up to this weekends International games, and a horrifying reenactment of various bits of The Marathon Man with a woman dentist at the Southern General, it's been an bit of a quiet week here at The Paranoid Tim. With all the talk of Wattie, Italians and how many goals Scotland will lose by this time, Celtic minded stories have struggled to force their way onto the radar. But

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1125339372951417762005-08-29T18:06:00.000Z2005-09-02T18:28:32.386Z

Four Goals. Three Points. Second in the league. One point above the Orcs. All in all, not a bad weekend. It almost makes up for what we had to endure last Saturday. Almost.The good news weekend started in spectacular fashion, a good 21 hours before Celtic had kicked a ball. A 3-0 drubbing for the Huns, handed out by a team who play in Green and White, no less, set the tone for what would follow

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1125168089225614972005-08-27T18:37:00.000Z2005-08-28T00:05:27.116Z

Late August. We're now a month into the new season, a month into the Gordon Strachan era, and a month into the media campaign to get Wee Gord the sack as quickly as possible. Time to take stock, reflect on what we've learned so far, and indulge in some shameless paranoia.First up, let's have a look at some raw statistics. P6 W3 D1 L2 F14 A13Not exactly great reading, I'm sure you'll agree. 3

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1125014087503532752005-08-25T23:49:00.000Z2005-08-27T11:40:04.776Z

So farewell then, Jeremie Aliadiere. You came, you saw, you went away again. Not since a certain Brazilian World Cup winner came, saw, and went away again have we wasted such a prodigious talent. Not since a certain excremently named defender arrived in a blaze of publicity have we looked forward to seeing someone in the hoops, only to be let down so badly. And not since Owen Archdeacon ground

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1124883204329475032005-08-24T11:23:00.000Z2005-08-26T00:24:11.986Z

Ignoring my dodgy pun of a headline (I'll never make it at the Sun - thankfully), those of a nervous disposition should probably skip over this quick post, or avoid clicking on the following link. You have been warned.Some of the boys at the CyberTims Forum didn't waste any time in putting the boot into Stuard Dougal after his god awful refereeing performance at the weekend. A Proclaimers

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1124842960441787852005-08-24T00:16:00.000Z2005-08-26T00:24:36.516Z

While the rest of the country has been building the gallows that'll hang Neil Lennon high, a few eccentrics have been getting on with the miserable hellish existence that passes for normal life in the wake of an Old Firm defeat. Just as Gremlins multiply in water, so to do Huns in the glow of victory. But as bad as a defeat to the Orcs can be, footballing life must go on. And while we wait

Moravcik67http://www.blogger.com/profile/15826926740270373191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617364.post-1124760586044339892005-08-23T01:20:00.000Z2005-08-26T01:06:09.696Z

And so it continues. The traditional post Old Firm game media bandwagon jumping, witch hunting, herd following, tosh talking, pompous, hypocritical, ego-fest that masquerades as serious sporting journalism in this country continues apace. Forget that a game of football was ever played Saturday lunchtime. Concentrate instead on the shameful attack perpetrated by a vicious thug on a poor helpless

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