Well that’s me just landed back on planet earth after being sent into orbit by the roar that went up when the 18 year old Tony Watt steered the ball past Victor Valdes and into the net to put Celtic 2-0 up and well on their way to an historic win over what many people in the game consider to be the best club side…EVER!
Having been fortunate enough to have been at the game and play my part in what was a tremendous and fitting occasion that helped Celtic F.C celebrate its 125th year of existence I have to say a massive well done to everyone involved in making THAT game and THAT result part of Celtic folklore for years to come.
Everyone, and I mean everyone deserves huge credit for the parts played both individually and collectively. I’d like to publicly thank all the bhoys and ghirls involved with the GREEN BRIGADE for their hard work in planning and putting together a magnificent display at their own cost (take note Celtic F.C) that was beamed around the world and worked perfectly to set up the atmosphere before kick off, to Neil Lennon and his back room staff, who having gone toe-to-toe with the Catalan giants a few weeks ago and being desperately unlucky not to take something from the game, set out last night with a game plan that seemed to be precisely measured and meticulously planned right down to the last detail.
Last night we seen a young manager who, a lot like his team, is not only learning his trade but also learning from mistakes. The game went much the same way as the previous clash in Spain but this time the team were able to see it out thanks to some heroic defending but also to some brave decisions king from Neil, when Mikeal Lustig had to be substituted he may have been tempted to throw on another defensive minded played but he pulled a masterstroke off by pitching the young, fearless Watt into the action and letting him tear around the pitch unsettling the Barcelona players at a vital stage of the game and of course bagging the goal that ensures he will never have to buy a drink in the east end of Glasgow as long as he lives!
Every player, to a man gave every ounce of blood, sweat and tears they could have last night and deserve massive praise and maybe even the day off!! From big Frazer Forster who just gets better and better and shoving Alan Pardews words further and further down his throat, to Victor Wanyama who is just an absolute boss in middle of the park. Watching Victors t.v interview you couldn’t help but smile as you watched the man mountain who had just been rampaging around the park ‘owning’ players the way he can suddenly transformed into a little boy at Christmas who had just opened the present he had waited all year for! He was beaming from ear to ear, and I sat there knowing he felt the exact same way I did!
That brings me nicely onto us, the fans, the world greatest fans. From the ‘walk on’ to the fantastic display, we sang and roared and cheered our team onto another famous victory, make no mistake we are the 12th man, it’s no coincidence that many of European top sides have come to Glasgow claiming not to be bothered by large noisy crowds only to leave with nothing.
The Celtic fans create a kind of magic under the lights on European nights that lifts players to another level.
Not only that, we showed a great understanding of the game. Yes there were long spells in the game were the little magicians played keep ball and probed at our defence but we stuck with our players and didn’t get edgy and frustrated. Instead we sang and showed a belief in our players that this time, they could and would see it out and earn the points their performance deserved. That win would surely have sent the name ‘Celtic’ reverberating around Europe once again, fittingly bringing focus to our magnificent club in its 125th year. Well done bhoys and ghirls. Happy birthday Celtic!!