My first game and I have a few memories, I was 13 years old, it was near Christmas and I remember my reaction when I walked into the stadium, this massive football ground with things I had only seen on TV, I remember being awe struck by its sheer size, I remember the players coming out to warm up and each player got their song sung to them, then they would applaud the fans, every player got a song, loved it I did. I DO remember the reason I wanted to go and a big thing I was looking forward to so much was to sing “Mo Mo, Super Mo, super Maurice Johnston” I had seen him on TV and heard the fans idolised the now turncoat “Insert bad swear word here” I sang with joy, looking at people like we had just won the European Cup, BIG DEAL HERE!, I did realise I had made all my dreams come true, singing the Mo Johnston song in the jungle, WOW!
Don’t ask me how I got from the Edinburgh to Glasgow, I have no idea, I am guessing through my Dads mate, I can’t even remember his name. My dad was NEVER into football, my big brother, 9 years my senior was into football, he was a Hearts fan, I had been to maybe 20 Hearts games up till that point, but never really a fan, my heart wasn’t it, I remember being bored by people I knew, it was all too familiar and well, Edinburgh, I knew Edinburgh, it was same old, same old, just lot’s of us in the same place, was never a Hearts fan, no point telling silly lies, sure, easy to say, for obvious reasons, and I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that, first thing that came to my mind writing it 😀 I did enjoy the football, I loved football, but the fans were all people I knew and all pissed off and me trying to understand why they paid to be so unhappy
Anyway, I remember being like 8 years old, we had a VHS Video player, wow the technology, we probably thought at the time, no idea. My brother taped all the football back then, he had a collection of Hearts videos, the 5 of them were ok lol, I grabbed a tape one day “Mum can I watch this” I said, as she read the label that said football, wondering what was in it, I remember her telling me to go up the stairs for something saying “I will put the video in” obviously a porn video from my big brothers video collection check going on here, but it was clean, if I remember the video had both Scottish and English football I think, I remember watching this video, I remember watching Kevin Keagan and thinking WOW and other worthy thoughts from a child. Would Keegan be at Newcastle? I could Google to check, but I am writing freely here, detail is not really important; it is just my mind looking back. I remember Celtic came on, must have been against Hearts, don’t ask me the score I just remember the green and white hoops, you guessed right, we had a colour TV, I am told they were rare back then? I watched and remember thinking, I like them, I think it was the hoops or and the green. I was 8 years old, all anyone who is 30 years old or over today did, was play football back then, all day, all night, and we watched every game, Saturday night with the volume down so a parent wouldn’t turn it off, as I say, not a football family. It was as important to me then football, at 8 years old, as my kids are to me today as a 40 year old, what they call an adult, don’t know who started this myth I am clearly a man child refusing to give in to age.
I remember I wanted to go to a Celtic game and almost remember by Dad saying ok one day after me asking every day, I must have known someone who went?, and off I went, I felt like I was going to Spain for a fortnight, I was one excited kid when I was told I could go, I even remember being excited and the big day coming, I remember being in the Jungle, “WOW I AM IN THE JUNGLE” is probably what I was thinking, looking back I was a kid I was in the middle of that many people I couldn’t see half the pitch, I couldn’t move, every 5 seconds I would get a flash on the guy I was with and him looking down to make sure I hadn’t been stolen or crushed to death or ran away because there were too many people, also the accents, being from the West/ outskirts, where I am now with my family here in Edinburgh I had family from Livingston, Bathgate, and all around, so I knew the Glasgow accent, almost, I remember the thick accent from the west and also Irish people, I felt so proud or honoured I remember looking at them and trying to imagine what it was like in Ireland, remember I have never left main land UK in my life, I am afraid to fly, even boats I throw up, one day I might go through the channel tunnel? Back the game, these men shouting and screaming and people doing a wee pee all over the place, yeah people were having a piss, big cocks in face everywhere I looked 😀 I thought I was going to get peed on. I really have small memories here and there, but this was my first game, the celebration for the goal, it says 19 minutes to me it was an hour or so, I must have been too scared of the people I thought were going to stampede then piss on my wee self
I remember the goal, well I don’t I see from above who scored but I never seen the goal, I was too busy staying alive and dodging the piss, but I remember the celebration well, yeah I almost died, I ended up about 20 feet away from this poor man who I could see, in complete panic wondering what the hell was going on. I knew it was a goal of course, I am messing, but looking back, I think this was how I felt. Just a stampede of jumping and cocks and did I mention the piss? Bovril and pies, people flying sideways past me and going head first over me, I think I though war had broken out perhaps, ha-ha
Yeah I was a frightened wee bhoy 50 miles from home in a foreign land, it was to me at the time, aged 13 and never been to Glasgow. It was a brilliant experience when I almost remember bits here and there as I am typing and looking back, I had no idea how this blog would go or how long it would be, I am telling a story from when I can hardly remember, who does looking back 25 or so years?
Anyway, that was my first Celtic Game, I hadn’t even seen them play Hearts in Edinburgh, my Dad didn’t allow me to go to games HE thought there would be trouble. He just hated football, he casual scene he hated, he would smack them about not because of football, just because they were a pain in the arse, but remind me, that is for another blog one day that. I enjoyed writing that, there will be spelling mistakes, it is 7am, and I am hazy on detail and I really just opened the page and typed, no research apart from the pictures thanks to the Celtic Wiki page. My 2nd game I remember was quieter, and we won, no idea who or when…
….When was your first game? I hope to travel down memory lane more, this was great fun remembering my dreams come true as a kid, and a pleasure to share them with Celtic fans. I would be delighted if anyone shared their story, who were we playing, how old were you, how did you feel, did you have a non-football family, are you from Glasgow, did you travel far. Any detail at all. I would like to thank the Celtic Wiki for the pictures also, brilliant story to share, for me anyway with the Celtic family
HH and enjoy the weekend people. Keep it clean, keep it green