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Farewell to the King What can you say about Billy McNeill that hasn’t already been written?   He was a leader, the alpha male of a...

The day the music died The first concert I ever attended took place at the old Apollo theatre in Glasgow. I still remember the exc...

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Bosnia with a ball When I was a boy it’s fair to say that like most of my pals I was a bit obsessed by football. I would play foot...

Jump the final hurdles The bar was crowded and the noise and laughter was seemingly getting louder at the night wore on and alco...

A little perspective When I was a boy I queued outside Celtic Park on a bright August day for a Celtic match against Rangers...

The Fog Ian slipped off his Celtic scarf and tossed it into the back seat of the car. He was still on a high from Tom Rogic’s last ...