Hat's off to Brogan Rogan Trevino and Hogan

There was a great debate raging on TCN Yesterday. The debates were split between the Green Brigade Statement and An open Letter to Mr Lawwell . None of which were written by me that’s probably why they were interesting 🙂
I kept getting comments back about being ‘Faithful through and through’  ,back the team’  and one idiot even accused me as acting like a hun simply because an article suggested that fans wait and see the outcome of this RFC debatable.
I tried to point out that this was much bigger than supporting Celtic or about just following blindly because Celtic are your team It’s about the future of our game and is it worth spending your hard earned cash on a tainted product of which Celtic are a part of.
So I think  Brogan Rogan Trevino and Hogan for hitting the nail on the head with his comment on RTC.
Brogan Rogan Trevino and Hogan says:
08/05/2012 at 11:09 am
Good Morning.
Let me start out straight away by pinning my colours to the mast. Just in case anyone doesn’t know, I am a Celtic Fan. That means that I support and feel an association with a particular club that just happens to play football, and it is called Glasgow Celtic. This is not the forum for spouting my beliefs and preferences for what I describe as the Celtic Ethos—I have written elsewhere at length on that—but suffice to say part of my affiliation to Celtic has deep seated roots in certain charity work and a way of life. It has nothing to do with football…. And certainly nothing to do with my religion before that is suggested.
However in sheer footballing terms,I have followed Celtic FC all of my life, and it is a journey which has taken me to many strange and varied places. All over Scotland, England, Europe and beyond. As a 6 year old, I was the youngest Celtic fan who travelled to Buenos Aries to watch the infamous second leg of the 1967 World Club championship match in the Estadio Presidente Juan Domingo Peron, and I was there again at the ill-fated decider across the River Plate in the Estadio Centenario in Montevideo. There will be better travelled, more experienced Celtic fans, and there will be those who can recount more facts and figures, who have attended more games, who go to Dinners and functions, and are members of this or that Supporters Club—all of whom may well be able to claim some kind of better status or greater love of things Celtic…… But I would give them a run for their money.
PLEASE READ THE FULL ARTICLE HERE.
I PROMISE IT WILL EDUCATE YOU TO WHAT THIS IS REALLY ABOUT.!!

Comments

  1. Agreed, he hit the nail on the head!
    As I said on a previous thread if rangers are to get away with this last decade of cheating then Scottish football fans are as well following WWE Wrestling… at least WWE is honest about being ‘sporting entertainment’ and not a sport, if Newhunco go straight in to the SPL then the SPL no longer provides a sporting platform and all that goes with it (competition, integrity etc) and is simply a sporting entertainment company like the WWE

  2. Agreed, he hit the nail on the head!
    As I said on a previous thread if rangers are to get away with this last decade of cheating then Scottish football fans are as well following WWE Wrestling… at least WWE is honest about being ‘sporting entertainment’ and not a sport, if Newhunco go straight in to the SPL then the SPL no longer provides a sporting platform and all that goes with it (competition, integrity etc) and is simply a sporting entertainment company like the WWE

  3. @BroganRoganTrev post on CQN today made me think about my own links to Celtic and the wider implications of my love of football.
    My earliest memory watching Celtic is from the early 70’s. I have been told that I was taken to see Celtic in the 60’s however I have no recollections of this. My 2 brothers and I were living in Yorkshire in the early 70’s, my father’s work being the reason for our living in those parts. The great Leeds team of Don Revie, Bremner, Charlton, lorimer etc. were still a force to be reckoned with at this time. Jack Charlton’s testimonial was in May 1973. A family day out was had with a couple of Uncles in tow with the customary carry out of beer and a bottle whiskey for my Dad. As the game finished my Dad decided that a few autographs were in order and duly jumped the fence with his bookies pencil and an empty 10 woodbine pack, ran towards the team wearing the hoops in the centre circle, unbeknown to him the teams had swapped jerseys, instead of the signatures of Jinky and Caesar, he came back with Bremmer and Charlton scribbled on the back of his torn Woodbine pack. My brothers regularly tell this story at parties and family gatherings to the younger generation and it never fails to raise a laugh, as well as starting us all off on our favourite Celtic stories.
    As Scots “abroad” we were fiercely nationalist and proud of our scots identity. Supporting Scotland and Scots in any sport was taken for granted. One of my greatest memories was David Willkie winning a silver medal at the Munich Olympics in 1972; he was a rank outsider whom no one, outside Scotland, had ever heard of. He was a Scot though and my dad made sure we all watched his every race. I remember the whole family and one or two of my uncles all jumping round the room when he secured his silver medal, a party was had and the old record player was blasting out the hits of the day. Later after us kids were put to bed the record player was again in use, only this time it was not pop or the Corries, it was the songs of Irish rebellion being sung with gusto by all those present.
    We moved back to Scotland just before the ’74 world cup in Germany, council housing was in short supply in our hometown of Helensburgh and we were housed in Drumchapel. My first memory of this horrible sectarian place was being attacked outside our house in broad daylight for wearing the Hoops. This was the first and only time we wore our Celtic strips outside of school hrs. while staying in Drumchapel. St Pius secondary school was on the other side of the Drum and we had to meet each morning with others from our area to make our way to school, coming home was a particular fraught affair if for whatever reason you failed to meet up with your friends.
    Living in Drumchapel wasn’t all bad as we were able to visit Celtic Park for most home games, sometimes being allowed to venture there on our own, dodging the inspector on the train to Belgrove and getting lifted over the turnstiles to take our place at the front of the Jungle or sometimes behind the goals at the Celtic end, this was a good spot when we were awarded a penalty as on more than one occasion we would kid on one of us had hurt ourselves and would make our way over behind the goal to be treated by the Scottish Ambulance people. What they must have thought when we jumped up and ran around like idiots when we scored and the police taking us by the scruff of the neck and unceremoniously depositing us back among the Celtic support.
    I continued going to watch Celtic and Scotland until about 4 yrs. ago, the honest mistakes of Scottish referees left a bitter taste which has taken a while to go away. I have though continued watching football, visiting every senior ground in Scotland. I have been struck by the commitment of the fans and officials at so many of these clubs. The quality of the football on offer has also surprised me with a majority of the teams wanting to keep the ball on the ground and actually play attacking, entertaining football.
    This season has seen me visit mostly junior grounds, Bonnyrigg Rose, Auchinleck, Cumnock, Pollok and Blntyre Vic’s among others. The one thing my travels have shown me is that in this country referees make some terrible decisions. At the recent Scottish Junior cup semi-finale between Largs Thistle and Shotts Bon Accord I witnessed a shocking piece of refereeing, Allan McKenzie of Shotts, who had been booked earlier for an innocuous challenge was sent off for a diving in the box. I and my friend couldn’t believe the decision; it looked like a stone wall penalty. We spoke to a couple beside us who also thought it should have been a penalty. The woman who we were speaking to informed us that the player sent off was her son, you could see the real pain in her face as Shotts went on to win the game on penalties, and she knew her son would miss the biggest game of his life because of an inept referee.
    So where next for me on my football journey? I honestly don’t know, though whether I continue with it or not depend on what happens with RFC(IA) and the SPL/SFA. Over the last 24hrs we have had photos posted on the internet of an SFA official wearing a Rangers fighting fund badge while attending the Linfield v Rangers game in Belfast. Other photos of him wearing a Rangers shirt have also been posted. If this person is allowed to vote on the transfer of share and award Newco a license to play in Scottish football then it will be enough proof for me that the Baw is burst and the games a bogey. I will turn my back on the game in this country and watch Rugby. How long will I manage this? I don’t know but I am serious about this.
    The last 2 yrs. or so have been a worrying time for me as a Scot; I always understood other fans hatred of our support when they sang songs glorifying the PIRA during the troubles in NI. What has astounded me now is that it appears that any expression of Irishness is under direct attack, if it is displayed or vented through Celtic fans.
    The attacks on Neil Lennon, not the physical ones or the bombs, but the ones from the media have shocked and worried me to the extent that my support for Independence has waned considerably in the last year and I would no longer support a yes vote in the coming election. The attacks on Neil in the press have been so regular and vindictive that the general population now believe that he is an out of control lout. My best friend is a respected and well known political commentator and journalist/author, he believes Neil Lennon makes a rod for his own back and deserves the treatment he gets from the media in Scotland. We have argued endlessly about this and he is adamant about his belief that Neil brings/deserves the media’s wrath.
    So as I contemplate whether to buy a ticket for the Scottish Junior Finale, I await the outcome of the SPL/SFA investigations into RFC(IA). I hope their decisions and the sanctions imposed are just and applied fairly with justice and integrity at the heart of those decisions.

  4. @BroganRoganTrev post on CQN today made me think about my own links to Celtic and the wider implications of my love of football.
    My earliest memory watching Celtic is from the early 70’s. I have been told that I was taken to see Celtic in the 60’s however I have no recollections of this. My 2 brothers and I were living in Yorkshire in the early 70’s, my father’s work being the reason for our living in those parts. The great Leeds team of Don Revie, Bremner, Charlton, lorimer etc. were still a force to be reckoned with at this time. Jack Charlton’s testimonial was in May 1973. A family day out was had with a couple of Uncles in tow with the customary carry out of beer and a bottle whiskey for my Dad. As the game finished my Dad decided that a few autographs were in order and duly jumped the fence with his bookies pencil and an empty 10 woodbine pack, ran towards the team wearing the hoops in the centre circle, unbeknown to him the teams had swapped jerseys, instead of the signatures of Jinky and Caesar, he came back with Bremmer and Charlton scribbled on the back of his torn Woodbine pack. My brothers regularly tell this story at parties and family gatherings to the younger generation and it never fails to raise a laugh, as well as starting us all off on our favourite Celtic stories.
    As Scots “abroad” we were fiercely nationalist and proud of our scots identity. Supporting Scotland and Scots in any sport was taken for granted. One of my greatest memories was David Willkie winning a silver medal at the Munich Olympics in 1972; he was a rank outsider whom no one, outside Scotland, had ever heard of. He was a Scot though and my dad made sure we all watched his every race. I remember the whole family and one or two of my uncles all jumping round the room when he secured his silver medal, a party was had and the old record player was blasting out the hits of the day. Later after us kids were put to bed the record player was again in use, only this time it was not pop or the Corries, it was the songs of Irish rebellion being sung with gusto by all those present.
    We moved back to Scotland just before the ’74 world cup in Germany, council housing was in short supply in our hometown of Helensburgh and we were housed in Drumchapel. My first memory of this horrible sectarian place was being attacked outside our house in broad daylight for wearing the Hoops. This was the first and only time we wore our Celtic strips outside of school hrs. while staying in Drumchapel. St Pius secondary school was on the other side of the Drum and we had to meet each morning with others from our area to make our way to school, coming home was a particular fraught affair if for whatever reason you failed to meet up with your friends.
    Living in Drumchapel wasn’t all bad as we were able to visit Celtic Park for most home games, sometimes being allowed to venture there on our own, dodging the inspector on the train to Belgrove and getting lifted over the turnstiles to take our place at the front of the Jungle or sometimes behind the goals at the Celtic end, this was a good spot when we were awarded a penalty as on more than one occasion we would kid on one of us had hurt ourselves and would make our way over behind the goal to be treated by the Scottish Ambulance people. What they must have thought when we jumped up and ran around like idiots when we scored and the police taking us by the scruff of the neck and unceremoniously depositing us back among the Celtic support.
    I continued going to watch Celtic and Scotland until about 4 yrs. ago, the honest mistakes of Scottish referees left a bitter taste which has taken a while to go away. I have though continued watching football, visiting every senior ground in Scotland. I have been struck by the commitment of the fans and officials at so many of these clubs. The quality of the football on offer has also surprised me with a majority of the teams wanting to keep the ball on the ground and actually play attacking, entertaining football.
    This season has seen me visit mostly junior grounds, Bonnyrigg Rose, Auchinleck, Cumnock, Pollok and Blntyre Vic’s among others. The one thing my travels have shown me is that in this country referees make some terrible decisions. At the recent Scottish Junior cup semi-finale between Largs Thistle and Shotts Bon Accord I witnessed a shocking piece of refereeing, Allan McKenzie of Shotts, who had been booked earlier for an innocuous challenge was sent off for a diving in the box. I and my friend couldn’t believe the decision; it looked like a stone wall penalty. We spoke to a couple beside us who also thought it should have been a penalty. The woman who we were speaking to informed us that the player sent off was her son, you could see the real pain in her face as Shotts went on to win the game on penalties, and she knew her son would miss the biggest game of his life because of an inept referee.
    So where next for me on my football journey? I honestly don’t know, though whether I continue with it or not depend on what happens with RFC(IA) and the SPL/SFA. Over the last 24hrs we have had photos posted on the internet of an SFA official wearing a Rangers fighting fund badge while attending the Linfield v Rangers game in Belfast. Other photos of him wearing a Rangers shirt have also been posted. If this person is allowed to vote on the transfer of share and award Newco a license to play in Scottish football then it will be enough proof for me that the Baw is burst and the games a bogey. I will turn my back on the game in this country and watch Rugby. How long will I manage this? I don’t know but I am serious about this.
    The last 2 yrs. or so have been a worrying time for me as a Scot; I always understood other fans hatred of our support when they sang songs glorifying the PIRA during the troubles in NI. What has astounded me now is that it appears that any expression of Irishness is under direct attack, if it is displayed or vented through Celtic fans.
    The attacks on Neil Lennon, not the physical ones or the bombs, but the ones from the media have shocked and worried me to the extent that my support for Independence has waned considerably in the last year and I would no longer support a yes vote in the coming election. The attacks on Neil in the press have been so regular and vindictive that the general population now believe that he is an out of control lout. My best friend is a respected and well known political commentator and journalist/author, he believes Neil Lennon makes a rod for his own back and deserves the treatment he gets from the media in Scotland. We have argued endlessly about this and he is adamant about his belief that Neil brings/deserves the media’s wrath.
    So as I contemplate whether to buy a ticket for the Scottish Junior Finale, I await the outcome of the SPL/SFA investigations into RFC(IA). I hope their decisions and the sanctions imposed are just and applied fairly with justice and integrity at the heart of those decisions.

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