Somehow Andrew Kerrin’s idea has ended up here, at this very juncture. Tomorrow his idea play the best team in the world, in the best club competition in the world.
His idea worked, came to fruition more than he shall ever know, he fathered a global giant and a footballing one.
From that moment of inception, to tonight’s kickoff has been one hell of a ride.
Thanks Andrew, sincerely.
Somehow European outliers are now granted a direct path into the big cup, a fact we shall fully take advantage of I hope. Back in the three qualifier days I seldom dared to dream, not only did the sides get harder and more tactically aware, but the big tests came too early in the season for a team that’s just lost a star or two. The extra month without those burdens has helped greatly with the team finding confidence and a vein of form.
Somehow we draw the one team we wanted and avoid the group of death, then somehow the timing works out.
Defending Champions at home first and last has benefits, good chance they’ll have qualified by the last game and can rest stars whilst ours attempt to enthrall the Santiago Bernabei stadium like others in the Hoops before then.
Somehow the bigger the opponent the louder the support. This might be somewhat ironic given the volume should increase for matches we can surely win, and decrease due to the nervous fearing defeat when we face stronger opposition.
Somehow the opposite is true.
And that makes our home even more intimidating.
Somehow the players respond to this phenomenon. I’ve seen bigger club after bigger club dispatched, then read their superstars wax lyrical over the incredible atmosphere they just experienced, an experience they never forget.
Somehow they always seem to rise to the occasion, no matter who, they tend to bring out the best of Glasgow Celtic.
Not that long ago a certain team in the Hoops laid down the blueprint on how to outplay Peps Manchessity superstars, who until that moment had looked imperious.
The mighty Messi was outshone by an 18 local kid a few years ago.
Fergies United bigshots went down at Parkhead and to prove it wasnt a fluke we did them at home with the same trick, some trick though.
This prompted his infamous put down to Van Der Saar,,are you buying that wee Japs dvd? Because you f@#king in it twice!.
Somehow Ange has quickly installed a method of playing that offers hope, and not endless pumpings. Nine points last year would usually bring a team into the next stages, he was unlucky in that regard. Most get fully pumped on their first attempt. We have belief amongst the squad and some excellent players who love to attack at pace. It’s a joy to watch, it’s time to break some European hearts with that style and tempo. While earning admirers, you never know which player might be thinking I fancy a bit of that.
Somehow “that” music continues to hit the spot. It’s not on my playlist but Zadok the Priest never gets old.
Under the lights, crescendo raising to ear splitting levels, opponents eyeballs popping at the pregame TIFO and pure passion in the air,,,it continues to set the blood racing for millions around world every time it begins the spectacle.
Somehow we need to make that tune ‘ours’, a yearly precursor to the main event about to be served up.
And of course, somehow we’ve all got to wake up on Wednesday and live with the result, no matter what it may be.
I recall one chap stating his father couldn’t eat or sleep when Celtic lost a match, it completely threw him out of rhythm.
You’ll wake up still a Tim thankfully, but then comes the process of evaluating the night before, dissecting the affair and its intricacies, expelling the ecstasy or disappointment.
Somehow we’ve managed to collect a great group of listeners right here, who fully understand.
Somehow you’ve become a Celtic supporter, and games like these are what Celtic supporters live for.
Try to enjoy it, somehow, and remember,,,
You’ll Never Walk Alone.