Thunder (Lenny’s Pledge)

Lenny promised to bring back the thunder, to restore something precious we’d lost. Critics tried to imply something sinister … why? … – ’cos they dreaded the thought of being bossed. When the Celtic are focused and flying, there’s a spark that ignites the old ground – like the Jungle of old, today’s stands, big…

The Big Man (A Celtic Giant)

Has any other figure in the game so comprehensively defined an age and writ his name as large upon the page as big Jock Stein – to many minds the greatest single Celt there’s ever been? The Big Man, ostracised by kith and kin because he wouldn’t toe the bigot line, in time embodied everything…

Big Jock is and always will be, immortal.

A statue of Jock Stein, to many minds the greatest single Celt there’s ever been, will be unveiled outside Celtic Park before the game against Hamilton tomorrow. A visionary, a man before his time, big Jock replaced the eight-year vale of tears that followed on from our historic “7-1” triumph, with a dominance unknown for…

A Long Time In Football …

They say a week is a long time in politics … this morning it seems a hell of a long time in football, too. Seven days ago, I posed the semi-rhetorical question, “Where do we go from here, Bhoys?”  This morning, we know; and in all honesty, I am shocked at the contrast in the…

Colossus

A colossus is a giant … you’ll have heard of the one at Rhodes. Well, Celtic had our own, back when, o’er our famous ground he strode. Although not thirty metres high he would dominate any foe … and to his sweet, compelling tune, every game would ebb and flow. Great performances orchestral, be it…

The Fiscal Famine

Every Celtic fan knows that our great club was founded in 1887/88 to help alleviate extreme poverty in Glasgow’s east end parishes, which were largely populated at the time by the forced emigrant victims of the Great Irish Famine (an Gorta Mór) of the mid-nineteenth century and their descendants.  During and in the aftermath of that human catastrophe, millions either died…

Were You There? (The Celtic Huddle-fest)

Were you there when it all came together and we ran the Mob ragged all day? As the Huddle broke out, they were left in no doubt that the Celtic were up for the fray. o/ Were you there when it all came together and we closed ranks as never before? As we huddled and…

Where Do We Go From Here, Bhoys?

As we reflect on yesterday’s comprehensively satisfying performance and result – and bask in its Monday feel-good factor – we have at the same time to ask ourselves the hard question: Is this is not a familiar position in all-too-recent history? Too often (and most painfully) such a position of strength has been squandered, at…

Oh-Oh, Ghord …

Tangible proof, if it were needed, that Gordon Strachan’s ill-advised, albeit carefully considered, comments this past week will be turned directly against Celtic, came when Walter Smith used them to support his hardly surprising view that the idea of anti-Celtic bias in Scottish football is a myth. The spin being applied is interesting and disarmingly simple.  Pained…

I Just Can’t Get Enough – A Celtic Battle Cry

Every city can boast a big ‘Derby’, where the rivalry’s keen, fierce and tough; but in Glasgow it hums, to flutes, whistles and drums – and know what? I just can’t get enough! It’s been dubbed the ‘Old Firm’ – but I hate that, ’cos it’s steeped in sectarian guff; and it makes me feel…