QUOTE (khenny @ Oct 28 2008, 21:20)

The funny thing is (really makes me laugh) knowing you and muppets like you will not fully enjoy Celtic winning title after title and getting through group stages of Champs League because you hate the manager that is guiding your team to success after success!
Listen nobody laughed longer and harder at the huns' hubris/collapse last year than me.
And I enjoyed our European exploits, particulary when we had an effective screen for our defence who rarely wasted possession (to wit, Lenny). To my mind he was largely the difference between a 180 minute stalemate with Milan and a meek submission to Barca the following season.
I am also a staunchly awestruck by "last sixteens". Last year when I visited the Bernabau tour I nonchalantly bounded past half a dozen or so European cups, straight to the centrepiece - the famous hall of "último dieciséis", the crowning achievement of which Franco's favourite sons are most proud.
QUOTE (H_B @ Oct 29 2008, 00:03)

Correct.
You can feel the bitterness with every post. The amusing thing being with each passing season, O'Neill's achievements, such that they were, look more and more disappointing.
Celic could easily be going for 9 in a row this season had O'Neill not underachieved so badly against McLeish.
The thing about O'Neill's tenure was that even the lows were part of the whole rollercoaster ride. Would the treble or indeed Seville have been so magical without the counterpoint of black Sunday? Watching the king of kings and his bhoys humble Europe's best after what had gone before was scarcely believable. The
lapis philosophorum of O'Neill's alchemical trick was the figure of Bobby Petta - in whom the opposites were unified - from deadbeat idle coward hiding on the wing to showboating superstar in a few short weeks.
That bittersweet contrast was life condensed in all its messy, joyous, unfair, beautiful, mucked up glory. It was being alive!
As Zarathustra would have it:
"Have you ever said Yes to a single joy? O my friends, then you said Yes to all woe. All things are entangled, ensnared, enamored; if ever you wanted one thing twice, if ever you said, "You please me, happiness! Abide, moment!" then you wanted all back. All anew, all eternally, all entangled, ensnared, enamored—oh, then you loved the world. Eternal ones, love it eternally and evermore; and to woe too, you say: go, but return! For all joy wants—eternity." Contrast that with modestly talented SPL players churning out consistent but mediocre performances. Living through Seville etc. then being smugly informed Gary Caldwell is "sensational"? No thanks Chesney!