Glasgow’s
Green and White
As weddings go it was one of the best Aldo
had attended. Not just because his wee sister was the Bride but also for the
first time in years all the clan were together again in one place. The service
had his mum in tears and Aldo knew she still missed his old man, they all did,
but today was a day for smiles. The day passed in blur of photographs,
handshakes, smiles and speeches and as darkness fell the church hall was packed
and ready for a party.
‘You goin’
tae the game the morra?’ Aldo asked as he handed a bottle of beer over to his friend Dan
Friel who was watching the band tune up their guitars for the coming
festivities. ‘No missing that for the
world, Aldo. Rubbing it right intae that mob I hope.’ Aldo took a long swig from his beer before
responding, ‘Who’d have thought that mob
would go intae administration eh?’ Dan smiled, ‘I don’t know aboot you but I’m loving it. Time Karma came and bit their
arrogant arses.’ No sooner had those words left his lips than the band
began their set. Aldo shouted through
the din, ‘Right you, ye better find yer
missus. This is my sister’s wedding no the Celtic social club.’ The
friends parted and sought out their partners, it was going to be a good night. The
dance floor filled with happy people as the band boomed out…
‘Teenage
dreams so hard to beat
Every time
she walks down the street
Another girl
in the neighbourhood
Wish she was
mine, she looks so good,
I wanna hold
ya, wanna hold ya tight
Get teenage
kicks right through the night.’
As the night wore on and the alcohol kicked
in the Wedding party became more raucous. Laughter filled the hall those who
could remember it in the morning would say it was one of the best night’s they’d
had. They had cheered his sister and her new husband off on their honeymoon
before the drinking and singing had resumed. As the party neared its end Dan and Aldo made plans for the Celtic game the following day. Dan, his speech
slurred by too much beer, said ‘Might be
the last Old Firm game ever so make sure you’re up as it’s a 12.45 start.’
Aldo looked at Dan, ‘Dae ye really think
they could go out of business?’ Dan smiled, ‘Ye never know but they’ll be back in some shape. I mean Airdrie went
bust and they formed a new club.’ Aldo nodded, ‘Well let’s hope Celtic smash the old one one last time.’
For Aldo the morning after the night before
began with a searing headache. He opened his eyes and looked around the room, ‘Oh feck sake, ma heed!’ he mumbled
reaching for his watch which lay beside a half empty bottle of beer on the
bedside cabinet. It was almost 11am. He licked his lips, parched and
dehydrated. His phone buzzed, interrupting his self-pity, he picked it up and
croaked, ‘Hello?’ It was his friend
Dan. ‘You up yet ya numpty? Ye forget we’ve got a game tae go tae?’ ‘Shit,’ said Aldo, throwing the quilt
back and standing on unsteady legs, ‘I’ll get intae the shower, be ready in ten
minutes.’ ‘Good,’ said Dan, sounding
strangely upbeat despite drinking till 3am at the wedding, ‘Pick ye up in 20 minutes and naw I’m no
driving, my old man’s planked my keys till I sober up. He’s dropping us off.’
As the car nudged its way through the busy
streets of the east end there was an air of excitement among the green clad
fans thronging the streets around Celtic Park. They got out of the car and joined
the green river of people snaking its way to Celtic Park. The Gallowgate was
alive with song and the two friends joined in with gusto…
‘When I see
you Celtic I go out of my head
And I just
can’t get enough, I just can’t get enough
All the
things you do to me and all the things you said
I just can’t
get enough, I just can’t get enough
We slip and
slide as we fall in love
And I just
can’t seem to get enough’
They entered the Lisbon Lions stand and found
a stadium in ferment. The atmosphere crackled and hummed as they took their
seats on the fringes of section 111 where the Green Brigade’s drums were
already booming out in the clear spring air. The excitement was contagious and Dan grinned at Aldo, ‘Let’s hope we turn up and do this mob today.’ Aldo though
wasn’t paying attention as Dan followed his gaze to see a huge black banner
being unfurled above the Green Brigade section. It showed the Four Horsemen of
the Apocalypse and the message ‘Your Day
is Coming’ emblazoned beside it. Dan laughed, ‘haha fecking belter!’ A sea of black flags fluttered in the breeze
and scores of fans held up mock grave stones with a variety of mocking messages
on them. Aldo looked at his friend, ‘That has got to be the best wind up ever!’
Before Dan could answer a huge roar announced the arrival of the teams, they
focussed on the pitch and joined the tens of thousands of other Celtic fans in
their booming rendition of ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone.’ The scene was set.
Celtic started well and among the clattering tackles
and snarling players were playing the more composed football. In the 17th
minute they won a corner and the Celtic fans behind the goal roared in anticipation.
Hooper, Samaras and Wanyama jostled for space in the box as Commons stood over
the ball. To just about everyone’s surprise he clipped a ball beyond the
milling six yard box. ‘Wit ye doin’
Commons?’ someone near Aldo shouted but as the ball arced across the box a
blur of movement sped towards it. It was the late arriving Charlie Mulgrew who
headed the ball firmly into the emerald turf of Celtic Park and sent in rebounding
high into the Rangers net. There was an explosion of joy around most of the
stadium as a huge roar split the skies over Paradise. Aldo’s hangover was
forgotten as he hugged his friend and screamed out his delight.
Celtic totally dominated the game now and how
their supporters loved it. The songs poured onto the pitch, a ceaseless
cacophony of noise. In 31 minutes Hooper turned a Rangers defender on the
touchline and pinged a pass to Commons who took it in his stride and advanced
on the goalkeeper. ‘Hit it!’ screamed Dan but the artful Commons clipped it
over the keeper with a deft chip. It was 2-0 and the celebrations among the
Celtic supporters were wild. Aldo found himself falling over the seat in front
and being saved by a bear of a man with a broad Irish accent and an even
broader smile, ‘Watch yourself fella,’
he smiled as he helped Joe up, ‘Wouldn’t want you missing any of this.’ Aldo was
ecstatic and joined the thousands chanting for all they were worth…
'We slip and
slide as we fall in love
And I just
can’t seem to get enough
Doo doo doo
doo doo doo’
As the simmering mass of Celtic fans bounced
and sang the tune switched to another designed to annoy the silent, brooding
visiting support…
You’re Rangers
till July, Rangers till July
We know you
are, we’re sure you are
You’re
Rangers till July.’
The rest of the game swept past in a blur of
Celtic dominance epitomised when Gary Hooper smashed a magnificent third goal
past the Rangers goalkeeper. After that the score could have been anything as
Celtic toyed with a beaten, demoralised team. For Dan and Aldo it was just
about the most perfect weekend they could remember. As the Lisbon Lions stand
belted out their anthem, the Jock Stein stand boomed back an echoing reply...
‘CELTIC! ......
CELTIC’
COME ON YOU
BHOYS IN GREEN!.... COME ON YOU BHOYS IN GREEN,
GLASGOW’S
GREEN AND WHITE!..... GLASGOW’S GREEN AND WHITE!’
The game was a joyous celebration for the
Celtic supporters present, they were Champions again, they were dominating their
oldest rivals and for many a long overdue dose of Karma was descending on
Ibrox. As the final whistle sounded on a resounding win the P.A system at
Celtic Park boomed out ‘Come on over to
my place, hey girl we’re having a party…’ For Dan, Aldo and thousands of
other Celtic supporters the party was only just beginning. They left the
stadium, arms draped around each other, smiles as wide as the Clyde. These were
the days they lived for. As the army of Celtic supporters marched back along
the Gallowgate to the pubs and clubs of the east end their songs flowed into
the April sky. Today was their day and by God they were going to enjoy. Glasgow
was indeed green and white.
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