A HUNDRED AND FORTY YEARS ago today, a baby boy came into the world in the Dunbartonshire mining village of Croy. Jimmy Quinn would go on to become one of the most revered and legendary names in Celtic history.
Bracketed with the likes of Gallacher, McGrory, Thomson, Delaney, The Lisbon Lions, Dalglish and Larsson … to name a very select few … ‘The Bison’ is an immortal Celt.
Hail! Hail! to the Mighty Quinn!
“Quinnery”
‘The Bison’ (Jimmy Quinn)
Across the decades strewn in Walfrid’s wake,
three awesome names, of time
have stood the test –
as leaders of the line, the very best …
the power within:
McGrory … Larsson … … and
the great James Quinn.
A trinity that stirs the very soul,
evokes the living spirit
of our club –
whose lionising here implies no snub,
demeans no-one:
as neither does to fête
a cherished son.
Pre-eminent in our triumvirate
by simple dint of having
been the first
to break the mould and slake our raging thirst
for idols true:
brave Jimmy Quinn … a one-
man wrecking crew.
Proud bison of a man … yet, humble still,
as well behoved an upright
son of Croy,
whose Irish roots inclined him to deploy
his ample frame
in Celtic’s cause, through which
he rose to fame.
His era brooked no weakness, no faint heart:
the game, a brutal echo
of its time –
but respite from the back-break and the grime
deep underground,
unearthing rakers for
the exploiters’ pound.
For second-generation Irish Scots,
identity and strife went
hand in hand –
their struggle in a cold adoptive land
was no picnic:
their succour was their bond …
its heart, Celtic.
A name inspired by Walfrid’s vision of
a bridge between the Scots
and Irish Celts –
a bridge that Quinn would cross, whereby he dealt
a telling blow:
in exploits both traditions
lauded so.
Phenomenal … an icon out of time,
Quinn reaped but scant deserts
of his repute –
he shot to prominence … rewards minute,
then walked away:
lived out his days, revered
… but quietly.
In times where egos far outweigh their worth,
it’s hard to fully grasp
the common touch
the mighty Quinn exuded by the hutch,
despite his fame:
true hallmark of a giant
of the game.
Rhavanelli
Copyright 25thMay1967