With hope in your heart
The smell of the
Glasgow underground was instantly recognisable to Scott as he skipped down the
steps of Buchanan Street station. The platform was already packed with people
waiting for the rumble of those familiar little trains which were usually
packed on matchday. A few Policeman dotted the platform making sure the fans
heading to Ibrox were behaving and Scott could see from the preponderance of
colours on the platform that most waiting for the next train were Celtic
supporters. He scanned the crowd looking for his friend Davie who had told him
in typical unclear terms the night before, ‘Get
ye at Buchanan Street at two o’clock.’ As he stood scanning the faces a
voice called out through the hubbub, ‘Scott,
ya tadger!’ He soon located his friend who stood grinning a mere ten yards
away.
Davie Murphy was one
of those people who always looked happy. Life seemed to be a big joke to him
but for all his cheerfulness his life wasn’t easy. One of eight children being
brought up by their old man in Glasgow’s east end, Scott had watched Davie help
his old man with cooking and caring for the younger children following the
death of his Mother from a smoking related illness. He did this while still
working forty hours a week in the Park’s Department. He recalled the dark
humour when he’d gone to pay his respects when Mrs Murphy had passed. He had
knocked on the door, entered the quiet house and followed Davie into the room
where his mother was laid out in her coffin. The younger children were
seemingly less affected by what was going on perhaps not old enough to grasp
the enormity of what had occurred. As Davie and Scott approached the coffin Scott’s
eyes widened a little; one of the younger children no doubt knowing their mum’s
love of a fag had placed a cigarette between her lips. It just stood there like
a rocket waiting for blast off, it was a strange sight indeed but then Mrs
Murphy was seldom seen without a fag in her hand. Davie shook his head, ‘Fucks sake,’ he said quietly as he
removed it, ‘that’ll be they mad weans.’
These thoughts flashed
through Scott’s head as he eased through the crowded platform towards Davie. ‘Wit kept ye?’ his friend enquired, ‘fixing
yer mascara?’ Scott laughed, ‘Shut it
you, I gave up that new romantic phase.’ Before they could go on a low
rumbling told them the train was near. It seemed to galvanise the crowd on the
platform and from somewhere a song started;
‘In
the war against Rangers, in the fight for the cup when Jimmy McGrory put Celtic
one up, we’ve done it before and we’ll do it again….’
As the train stopped
at the platform the crowd surged forward as if not wanting to be left behind.
This made it exceedingly difficult for people trying to get off but that was of
no concern to Scott and Davie who squeezed onboard just as the sliding doors
closed behind them. The carriage was packed but the atmosphere was jovial as
the songs and banter flowed. So too did the ubiquitous Buckfast which was being
swigged by a few of the young men around them. Davie started one his stories
which Scott could never tell was true or a fast arriving joke. ‘That’s the burd leaving me.’ He began, ‘said I’m obsessed wi gardening. I said, ‘where’s
this all stemming from petal?’ Even Scott had to laugh at that one. The
train rumbled around the stations until it reached Ibrox.
As they walked up the
stairs towards the daylight, they could hear the familiar strains of one of the
home side’s anthems drifting towards them, ‘We’re
up to our knees in Fenian blood, you’ll surrender or you’ll die….’ Davie
grinned, ‘One of my ambitions is tae live long enough tae hear that mob sing a
song that’s actually aboot fitbaw.’ Scott smiled. He had a point. As they
exited the station the police were there in force to ensure the two streams of
fans were kept apart. Scott and Davie joined the stream of Celtic supporters
being herded towards the away end. The chanting was louder and the venom on a
few faces disconcerting. Davie grinned and joked through it all though and even
when a red faced local shouted in his direction, ‘You ya plooky Fenian basturt, ye want tae get yersel some Biactol!’
Davie smiled and called back over the shoulder of a weary looking Policeman, ‘Wit you saying fat boy, you’ve got mer
chins than the Hong Kong phone book, ya tadger!’ The weary cop smiled a
little at that remark.
They clicked through the
turnstile and soon found themselves in the packed enclosure under the main
stand. Celtic supporters occupied the Broomloan Stand, part of the main stand
and even a section of the Govan Stand and they were making most of the noise. There was a deafening roar as the teams came
out and as the game got underway it was clear both sides where up for the
battle. Celtic played most of the good football but bizarrely two deflected
goals saw the half time whistle sound with the Hoops 2-0 behind. Scott shook
his head and looked at Davie, ‘Playing well mate, just not had any luck at all
that half.’ Davie nodded, ‘This game’s far from finished. The team will be
fired up in the second half.’ No sooner had the words left Davie’s mouth when a
coin from the stand above struck his head,’Arrghhh,
ya f…’ As Scott looked up he saw a plastic cup heading towards him and was
too late to react as it hit his shoulder, splashing liquid onto his face and clothes.’
Davie rubbed his head with a grimace, ’You
no order me any tea? Yer the same in the pub when it’s your round, ye’d think
ye had a rattlesnake in yer pocket.’ Scott smiled, ‘Hate tae tell ye pal
but it wisnae tea in that cup.’ Davie eased closer and sniffed, ‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Did wan of those mad
Huns actually pish in a cup and fire it at you?’ He laughed as he said it, ‘hahaha Poor old pishy Scott! Suffering for
the cause!’ Scott shook his head, ‘Aye,
you laugh ya numpty.’ Davie smiled at him, ‘I’d rather get hit wi a coin than be scent marked by a currant bun!’
They glance up at the Broomloan stand
where the massed ranks of Celtic Supporters were beginning to find their voice.
Soon every Celtic fan in the stadium raised their scarves and flags in in
unison as the words of a familiar anthem boomed out…
‘Walk
on, walk on, with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone…’
As they sang the team
came out and Scott could see Burns, Nicholas, Murdo McLeod and the other
players look around in wonder. It was a strangely beautiful moment amid the
coarseness of the day. Once more the supporters had bonded with the players,
made them aware that they were right behind them. Here they were 2-0 down and
the fans had clearly not given up. Neither would they.
As Scott and Davie settled
to watch the second half, they and thousands like them urged the Celtic team on
and the players found new energy and simply overran their opponents. First
Nicholas scored with a penalty then McAdam made it 2-2 with a header as the
huge away support watched in delight. There was only going to be one winner now
and it was Celtic. McGarvey and Nicholas completed the comeback. As the final
whistle sounded and news reached them that Dundee United had beaten Dundee to
clinch their first league title, there was still huge happiness among the
Celtic support that the players had risen to the challenge and not let them
down. The fans gave their all at these games and they asked the players to do
the same in return. Today they had, and no one was prouder of them that Scott
and Davie.
As they headed home on
the subway, the Celtic fans remained in good heart. Scott was putting up with
Davie winding him up on the train. ‘Good
movie on tonight, Lilian Gish is in it.’ He grinned. Scott could see he was
using every opportunity to allude to what would become known as the ‘cup of pish’ incident. They got off the
train and headed for the Celtic bars of the Gallowgate. There would be more
laughter and songs to sing before the day was over. They may have lost the
title that bright day in the spring of 1983 but the love fans like Scott and
Davie had for their club was undiminished.
This game was one of my favourite Celtic games ever.
ReplyDeleteThe walk on at HT was amazing I remember TB Danny big Roy going to all the players and pointing at the fans. Great memories
That was brilliant cheers
ReplyDeleteI was also at that game and thoroughly enjoyed it. A year or two ago I found it on Youtube and managed to spot my 19 year old self in the crowd. Ye gods, what a scary sight!!
ReplyDeleteStill remember the walk on as if it was yesterday.we also had a poy dance that night at the Normandy Hotel where 4 of the first team turned up including my hero paul mcstay. What a shame the players don't seem to do this any more.great read as always .hail hail
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