What wonderful memories will flood the minds of the surviving Lisbon Lions as they spectate on two old adversaries, recollection of whom triggers many contrasting emotions – but that was then and this is now. Old affections and/or enmities will be set aside in the thrill of the moment; and our ageing legends will doubtless wallow in deep nostalgia and poignant thoughts of absent friends.
The following, first published a couple of years ago to mark the 45th Anniversary of what is arguably our dear club’s greatest-ever achievement, is our tribute to an incomparable group of epic Celts:
Our Lisbon Lions
emerged, emboldened for the fray;
decked out in most distinctive garb:
alternate hoops of white and green.
The mission clear – confront the foe;
put anti-football to the sword;
by total, joyous running free,
lay sterile Catenaccio low.
Our Lisbon Lions, so bold, so brash,
absorbed a cruel early blow;
unleashed a football tsunami –
Herrera’s primadonnas smashed.
Most with us still, less Jock and three:
wee ‘Jinky’, Murdoch … ‘Faither’, too.
Our Lisbon Lions we hail today:
Johnbhoy (Copyright © 25thMay1967)