The Rigged Game
Today was intended as a match review from Saturday,but ATHINGOFBEAUTY and a few others essentially gave their views on it afterwards. I got the impression that a match review from that would be a bummer of a way to start the week,so instead we bring you one of our cherished GUEST ARTICLES. As always,it’s a belter.
Ever since that first day that my da took me to Parkhead, and lifted me over the turnstile, I fell in love with Celtic Park. Sure I had seen Celtic on Television as a kid, the most notable being The Lisbon Lions triumph-I loved to watch Jinky and big Billy. I remember Jinky would go by a player get kicked, get up, go by him again, get fouled get up, wash rinse repeat, until his opponent kinda died inside, but i was probably just a bit too young to appreciate the once in a lifetime event that I was seeing.
I loved the buzz, the songs, the jungle, the atmosphere, and looking at legends in person, going back to school on Monday and saying “I was there” and re-enacting every minute for the ones who were not.
Most others in my age group have probably seen an abundance of fantastic players come and go through the gates of Celtic park, some of them still greatly loved by Celtic fans, Henrik, Lubo, Danny, Johnny, to name but a few, other talented players not so much, (think: Nicholas or even Judas).
I guess it was between the years 76 and 82 i was old enough to start forming my own opinions on real Celtic men who would bleed green for the club. My two greatest ever Celts, with my Apologies to the Lisbon Lions (as I say, I was probably just too young to fully appreciate them.) were Tommy Burns (as you’ve likely guessed by my moniker) and Paul McStay (The Maestro).
Trust me, if you ever see a better pass in your lifetime of watching Celtic, than the one he plays to Chris Morris to feed Frank McAvennie for his first goal in the Centenary 2-0 game against the doped up Souness’s Rangers, you’ll be very lucky indeed. He was a constant shining star, in some not so great, Celtic sides.
I guess it was around this time also that I started to notice a real deep hatred of all things Celtic, by that Govan mob, and it wasn’t just at Old firm games. I would see it at supposedly neutral venues (it’s like everyone hates us),I would see it at local charity games, where for half time entertainment there would be, at certain venues, a penalty kick contest between 5 Celtic schoolboys and 5 Rangers schoolboys, and these bigots would be screaming at the kids (at kids?) things like “Miss it you dirty fenian b….d, I hope you die !!” It really shocked me, as my family were never like that, it stunned me more so, that nearby police or stewards on hearing this vile abuse never intervened.
The songs make me sick too-how any human being can think of singing a song about some tragedy or family death be it Johnny Doyle, or Jock Stein, or a famine that killed thousands. It just should not be heard in this day and age. Sadly though it was always like this and it will never stop.
I see Gordon Strachan touched on something similar recently, about how at Tynecastle mini huns were threatening his family, and when he asked Scotland’s finest to intervene, the cop told him to “Just watch the game” .. again I find that absolutely mind blowing and makes me sick to the stomach.
I won’t even bother with Scottish referees-in my eyes they are just catastrophically bad at what they do, the Govan mob say the same, which just proves how grossly incompetent they truly are.
A lot has been published recently regarding the Ibrox mob cheating, (what’s new I hear you say) or the SPL, our beloved CEO, the 5Way Agreement and so on. I’m sure the game is rigged and always has been, I’m sure we all suspected it was anyway, and I don’t know how Auldheid Canamalar and the others find the strength to keep highlighting it and pushing for answers. I know i wouldn’t have the drive for it, but I applaud their spirit, and more power to their elbows.
Even though I was brought up to love Celtic, and it is my family tradition, from my dad, from his dad and so on… I kinda took a stance many years ago, and my last attendance at Celtic park was Paul McStay’s testimonial against Man U in 1995.
I reckoned I owed the maestro that much, and as a side note, if our CEO of to-day tried to sell him for big money, he would have been politely told to Fekk OFF!.
Paul was Celtic through and through and would never move, and never did. One of my biggest regrets is, after he finished playing, he never moved on to the coaching staff.
There has been talk recently of boycotts, and sacking CEOs, and fixing fitbaw by emptying Hampden, but I’m not calling for any or all of the above. I still love Celtic and regard them as my club. I miss not going to games, the atmosphere and the buzz, and I still watch the odd Televised game, but not Sky or BT as they can whistle for money too.
I’m just saying that in 1995,I had had enough of the whole stinking charade and decided not to give Scottish football any more of my hard earned money.
That was just the choice I made, and you are free to make yours.
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