The strange case of the Carfin Emeralds

The strange case of the Carfin Emeralds

Jack Gillen was born in May 1916 in Moville, Donegal but like many folk from that fine county life was to bring him over the Irish Sea to Scotland. For many it was the allure of work in the mines, factories or fields which drew them, but for Jack it was to work as a Priest among the Catholics of Scotland. It was said that the loves of Jack’s life were his faith, his family, his Parish in Glenboig and Celtic football club. Football played a major part in his life and he organised teams in just about every parish he worked in and would regale folk of the tale of the all-conquering Glenboig St Joseph’s team who had swept all before them in 1947. It transpired one of their players had been economical with the truth about his age and when the football authorities found out they stripped the team of their Scottish cup and banned them from competing in the Lanarkshire Cup Final just a few days later.

Like many an Irishman spending time working outside his native land, he kept in touch and visited as often as his duties allowed. His brother owned a hotel in Moville and by the mid-sixties had organised an annual football tournament for Junior clubs (non-Professional) which was to be called the Kennedy Cup. It was thought that a summer football tournament might attract more tourists to Donegal. The prize money built up as the years progressed until by 1964 the amount on offer was £2000. (£38,000 in today’s money) This of course sparked great interest in the tournament with teams entering from all over Ireland and the UK. It also meant that the Junior clubs involved were not above using ‘ringers’ to improve their squads and as it was played in the summer there were professional players around willing to earn a bit extra by turning out for club’s involved in the Kennedy cup.

Father Gillen was of course well aware of the prize money available to the winners of the Kennedy cup and got thinking of how it might be of great use in his working class parish back in Scotland. A seed was germinating in his brain and he had a host of connections throughout the church in central Scotland who might know of some decent Junior players who might be put together to form a decent team. The decision about what to call the team was perhaps swayed by Father Jack’s knowledge of the area around his church. His parish; St Teresa’s in Newarthill, was but a short walk from the grotto to Our Lady at Carfin built almost 100 years ago by unemployed miners and builders. So it was that the Carfin Emeralds was born and entered into the Kennedy cup in 1963. They did well but didn’t win the cup that year. Perhaps a higher grade of player was required to make them successful the following year?  

The Emeralds of 1964 was to be strengthened by  professional players who had been approached by Father Gillen’s contacts in various churches across Lanarkshire and Glasgow. There was however the problem of professionals being forbidden by their clubs from taking part in amateur football matches in the off season as the risk of injury was obvious. We can imagine the priest’s eyebrows rising when he saw the list of players willing to help him out and play for the Carfin Emeralds in Ireland. Some of the names on the list played for his beloved Celtic.

So it was that in the summer of 1964 one of the stranger episodes in the history of Celtic took place when some of their star players took to Bay Field Park in Moville, wearing a variety of disguises. It is said some wore false beards, wigs and even make up to allay suspicion but Donegal being Donegal there were Celtic supporters in the crowd who would have looked on knowingly. That little winger jinking past defenders looked familiar? In their first game against the Tonnage Dockers, a tough tackling team from Derry they drew 1-1 but the replay saw the Emeralds win 7-3 as they got more used to the conditions. None of the Emeralds’ players were mentioned in press reports of the games as the tournament unfolded by rumours were spreading and the crowds increasing.

A team called the Rosemounts were defeated next as the Emeralds swept into the semi-final where Foyle Rovers awaited. It was a tight game decided by a goal scored by Neil Mochan, by then playing for Raith Rovers and still a very fit and capable player. The Derry Journal had by now recognised some of the players and Haughney, Mochan and Haffey were mentioned by name. As The Carfin Emeralds Lined up to face Manchester Athletic in the final before a large and excitable crowd a photographer caught the moment the Emeralds were being introduced to local dignitaries. When the picture was printed in the paper it was captioned with the words...

“Members of the Carfin Emeralds team, most of whom wore false beards side-whiskers and make-up are introduced to Rev. H Gallagher C.C. Moville before the kick-off.”

The final itself was a triumph for the Scottish side who crashed seven goals past the Manchester side to win the cup. So it was that Father Gillen’s team won the cup and the prize money which was put to good use in his parish and beyond. The team lines of the Carfin Emeralds were conveniently ‘lost’ back in the mid-1960s and we may never be sure exactly which Celtic players took part in the tournament. We might guess the reaction of Jimmy McGrory or Jock Stein had they found out that some of his players were  injury by playing in the Kennedy cup.

As for Father Jack, he served several Parishes in Scotland, his last being St Columbkille’s in Rutherglen, before retiring to his beloved Donegal in 1992. He passed away in 1995 and perhaps only he knew the full extent of his use of Celtic players in his team. He may have bent the rules a little but it was for a good cause. Footballers were more closely involved in their local communities than perhaps they are today. In those times if a local Priest asked a player to help out in a charity match or suchlike few would refuse.

It would be hard to imagine a modern day Carfin Emeralds taking the Field with Tierney or McGregor in their ranks. Perhaps the 1960s were more innocent times.

Arguing for our limitations

There’s an old saying which goes; ‘Argue for you own limitations are sure enough they’re yours.’ We who inhabit the clannish and internecine world of Scottish football should heed well those words. For too long we’ve listened to folk from south of Hadrian’s wall tell us that our football is akin to a Pub League and that their product is the best in the world. I have heard more than a few Scottish fans agree with them after some European disaster but that self-deprecating humour Scots are famous for is in no danger of becoming a permanent Caledonian cringe.  

That misplaced arrogance many English commentators and supporters have about Scottish football has become so deeply ingrained that it leads to knee jerk judgements about our game from people who have seldom if ever actually watched a game up here. We’ve all had it on holiday when we’ve been lectured by some ill-informed EPL acolyte about how poor our game is compared to the mighty Premiership. I even had it off a nice chap from Dublin who followed Arsenal. He didn’t see the irony that so many of his ilk following English clubs is actually stunting football in his own country. The island of Ireland has over six million people living on it and yet the top supported club side there, Cork City, averages barely 4000 fans at a home game. Even in Dublin, a city the size of Glasgow, clubs like Shamrock Rovers and Bohemians do well to break 3000 at a home match as does Linfield in the north.

100 miles away in Scotland, a country of similar size we have far higher engagement in domestic football. Celtic and Rangers are among the top 20 best supported clubs in Europe with the hoops 2017-18 average of 57,523 placing them as the ninth best supported club in Europe. Indeed they are just just 6 (yes six) fans behind Inter Milan who sit in eighth place with an average of 57,529. The SPFL is the seventh best supported league in Europe behind the big 5 and the Netherlands. As well as Celtic and Rangers playing to big crowds, we have Hearts (18,336), Hibs (17,964) and Aberdeen (15,633) all playing to decent average attendances. All of this in a nation the size of Sweden where the average top league attendance is just over 8000.

Where Scotland really loses out though is in the revenue television pours into football. If we discount the so called ‘big 5 leagues,’ comparable footballing countries to Scotland such as Portugal, Austria, Sweden, Greece, Norway and Denmark all receive significantly more money for TV rights that the SPFL. Even the BBC stitches Scotland up paying just £2.8m per year for the Sportscene highlights programme. (Gary Lineker earns £1.75m per year for introducing match of the day.) Meanwhile they pay the Premiership in England £68m per year for Match of the day. That is around 24 times the amount they pay for Scottish football. Given that Scotland pays 9% of the BBC licence fee this is hardly equitable. This lack of revenue is what really makes it difficult for Scotland to grow the game and develop the infra-structure such as coaching facilities, modern stadia and indeed a higher ratio of properly trained coaches. In countries such as Holland you fill find all weather football pitches in most towns and villages. In Scotland the few we have for our youngsters are over-priced and often booked out.

All of the above demonstrates that Scotland need not cringe about its footballing pedigree. We have a proud history in the game and our clubs have appeared in 10 European finals which for a small nation is no mean feat. We are the best supported league in Europe per capita and have some of the most committed and passionate fans around. Yes, the game here has its issues but it is nowhere near as poor as some of the ‘my Nan’ brigade down south would have you believe. Their condescension is as old as the game itself and leads to their clubs shopping for players in Scotland as if they were in Poundland.

We saw Arsenal begin their bid for Kieran Tierney, an experienced international and Champions League player at £15m. Meanwhile the same club purchased French youngster William Saliba from St Etienne for £27m. This is an 18 year old player who has played barely 25 competitive matches! This arrogance when it comes to purchasing players from the SPFL was seen when Virgil Van Dijk joined Southampton for £12m three years ago. Are we really expected to believe he improved so much since he left Celtic that he was worth £90m to Liverpool and became Premiership player of the year and a Champions League winner? Of course not; Virgil was an excellent player in Scotland too. We see the same nonsense with John McGinn who was purchased by Aston Villa from Hibs for around £3m. He is currently being touted as a £40m player in the Premiership.

It is to be hoped that Scottish clubs start valuing their players more realistically in the future and stop underselling them. Scottish clubs rely so much on money from the fans and from transfers that they sometimes sell too cheaply. This of course stems partly from our poor TV revenues but also from believing some of the guff written about our game. I watch a fair bit of football on TV and the best matches I’ve seen have not been in the over-hyped Premiership but in our own SPFL. There’s a rawness and an energy to Scottish games which I like and it is more often than not entertaining fare. I have watched Premiership games with hundreds of millions of pounds worth of talent on the pitch and the entertainment value has been dreadful. As Neil Lennon once said, ‘I’ve seen games in England which would make your eyes bleed.’

As a new season gets underway enjoy the football on offer and don’t be sucked into the circle of negativity about Scottish football. It’s been run down for so long that some of our own supporters believe the nonsense written about it. Whether it’s the thunder of an Edinburgh derby, the battles when the big two travel to Easter Road or Pittodrie, the excitement of the play offs or the unmatched passion and noise of a Celtic v Rangers game, our football has much to offer.

Enjoy the new season and hopefully it’s a good one for Scottish football as well as the Bhoys in Green.

The Right Spirit

The Right Spirit

One of the features of modern football which exasperates me is the culture of diving which has become endemic. There were always players who went down too easily but it has grown in recent decades to become an almost accepted part of the game. In professional sport the prizes for success and the price of failure mean that some players will seek any advantage they can to succeed. Sportsmanship does still exist and even in highly competitive situations you can still find people prepared to play the game in the right spirit.

Celtic’s former chairman Bon Kelly was always very concerned about the club being seen to be sporting and playing the game in the right manner. Sean Fallon recalled being given a win bonus for a match they lost and being told it was because of the manner in which they played the game. Kelly would also tell the players to respect their opponents and accept the Referee’s decisions without complaint. When Jock Stein took over in 1965 he was adamant that he would run team affairs and the notoriously interfering Kelly should stay out of that side of the club. In one of his first big tests, the League Cup Final with Rangers in 1965 he did allow Kelly to address the team. The Chairman told the team to respect their opponents, play fair and remember they were representing Celtic. The pragmatic Stein waited till Kelly had left the dressing room and turned to his team saying, ‘You can forget that crap right now. We’ve been bullied for too long in these games. You let your opponent know he’s in a game from the first tackle.’ Stein wasn’t asking his players to cheat but merely to stop being soft touches. Celtic won the cup that day after a display which combined good football with a more streetwise attitude.

Some of the best examples of sportsmanship over the years have come in moments when players could easily have taken advantage of opponents. You may recall Everton Keeper Paul Gerrard lying injured in the box as a cross came towards West Ham’s Paolo Di Canio; the Italian could have headed for the empty goal but instead caught the ball in order to allow the injured keeper treatment. There was the famous incident in golf’s Ryder cup between Tony Jacklyn and Jack Nicklaus with the score tied and the players level on the last hole of the last round, Nicklaus holed for a par leaving Jacklyn a 3 foot put to ties the tournament. There was huge pressure on Jacklyn not to miss and as he prepared for the crucial put. Instead of making his opponent play the shot, Nicklaus picked up the ball saying, ‘I don’t think you’d have missed it Tony but I didn’t want to give you the chance.’ At such a decisive moment in the tie and indeed the whole competition is was a remarkable act of sportsmanship.

The essence of sport is in fair an honest competition and the Olympics in particular tries to promote these values. In the 1936 games held in Hitler’s Berlin, long jumper Lutz Long was up against Jessie Owens the remarkable American athlete. The American foot faulted twice and was set to be eliminated from the competition if he did so for a third time when his German opponent coached him on how to adjust his run up and not fault. Owens took his advice and qualified for the final. He won the gold medal and Long the silver and the two opponents walked arm in arm around the track laughing and joking together; a fairly symbolic act in a racially tense country at the time. Owens said years later…

"You can melt down all the medals and cups I have," said Owens and they wouldn't be plating on the twenty-four carat friendship that I felt for Luz Long at that moment."

Lutz Long was killed in Sicily fighting for Germany in 1943 and is buried there. Owens never forgot him and travelled to Germany after the war to meet Long’s family. They became friends and Owens was best man at Lutz Long’s son’s wedding.

In football, Robbie Fowler of Liverpool was awarded a penalty against Arsenal and to the surprise of everyone in the stadium told the referee these was no contact and he simply slipped. The penalty was rescinded. Such things are rarer these days with many forwards more likely to simulate in a shameless manner and take whatever the referee gives. We see it at every level of football and as youngsters seek to emulate their heroes and I was disappointed to see it in a schoolboy game I watched at the local park.  

One of the features of the recent Women’s World Cup was the much reduced level of simulation in games. It was quite refreshing to watch players compete without much cheating going on. You do get some Managers who will defend their players no matter what. Arsene Wenger was famous for ‘not seeing’ incidents when his players dived or claiming they were ‘avoiding injury’ by jumping out of the way. He’s no mug, he’s simply not one to criticise his players in public.

There will always be cheats in football and to be honest no club can claim to be free from it. Some are more blatant about it and seem to base a lot of their game on going down at the slightest opportunity. PSG’s Neymar rubs a lot of people up the wrong way with his antics while closer to home Kyle Lafferty seems to simulate at every opportunity. The incident where he got Charlie Mulgrew of Aberdeen sent off was a classic example as was Scott Brown’s yellow card when Lafferty rolls about holding his shin when there was clearly no contact. They’re not alone in this behaviour by any means and if it’s ever going to be stamped out (no pun intended) or at least reduced then referees need to issue a yellow card for every clear incidence of it. It should also be dealt with by the compliance officer when appropriate.

As the new season gets underway, I hope it’s remembered for good football, great goals and moments of skill not for controversy over simulation and inept responses to it from officials and the SFA. It’s a part of the game I don’t like and it has in my time watching football gone from a niggling rarity to a fairly common part of the game. Maybe I’m being old fashioned but I’d like to see football clean up its act and games decided on skill, effort and merit not on decisions conned out of referees.

The Sword that heals

The Sword that heals

I took a break and drove down to south to visit relatives this past week and was of course aware that Celtic’s first competitive match of the season was due to be played while I was there. Thus I found myself in O’Neill’s Bar in Cardiff where I watched a rusty looking Celtic do a professional job on a fairly mediocre home side. One of the great things about being a Celt is that you’ll find like-minded fans in every major city in the UK and can join them on match days to talk about all things Celtic. Some like me are visiting or passing through these towns while others have made them their home and took their love of Celtic with them. It was nice to see the hooped shirts in that bastion of Welsh rugby and nicer still to see Celtic win.

Being away from Scotland for a week or so meant I missed the ‘celebrations’ associated with the Orange Parade in my home city. I returned to see images of a woman being pushed and spat upon for trying to cross the road and it made for a sorry spectacle in the ‘best wee country in the world.’ Other images showed a band stop deliberately outside a catholic church in the Gorbals to batter out some ditty about the ‘Volunteers of the UVF coming down the road.’  This was no error, they knew they were outside a catholic church and they chose to stop there deliberately and play their tune as their followers danced around on the pavement, singing along.

Canon Tom White, the Priest spat on at last year’s ‘cultural’ event said of the events…

‘The Boyne match on Saturday 6th July 2019 was rerouted by the Loyal Orders but they still insisted on passing a Catholic Church, Blessed John Dun Scotus on Ballater St in the Gorbals. Despite meeting with the clergy from Blessed John Dun Scotus and giving assurance that the Church would be absolutely respected we witnessed yet another Church targeted by mob mentality with complete disregard for the conditions imposed upon their march by Police Scotland and Glasgow City Council. Bands ignored the condition of not playing music within 100 metres of the church with one band, Bridgeton No Surrender, actually stopping very close to the Church and continuously playing despite Police Scotland requesting that they stop. This was accompanied by their followers singing and dancing on the pavement in a mob like fashion.’

Canon White goes on to make a very valid point and one which the catholic community in Scotland has been making for a very long time…

‘This would certainly not be allowed if it targeted other minority communities such as Muslims, Jews, Sikhs, Hindus, Gypsy, Roma & Travellers or the LGBTQ+ communities and this is entirely appropriate. I am demanding no more than equality for the minority Catholic community.’

Of course the great get out clause for politicians, police and others with the powers to curtail this sorry spectacle is to describe it as ‘sectarianism.’  This catch-all term allows some to dismiss what is in reality ugly prejudice against the catholic community as if it is in some was a problem created by both sides equally. The knee jerk responses we see every year about catholic schools are as predictable as they are risible. They exist all over the world without this sort of nonsense rearing its ugly head. Indeed England has over 2000 Catholic school with 10% of the school aged population attending them with no real bigotry problem. Make no mistake about it; this hatred is passed down the generations from father to son and is not in any way, shape or form learned in school.

If it is to have any future or any say in the public life of Scotland then the Orange Order needs to slay the dragon it created and not try to suggest that a few drunken hangers on are the root of the trouble. It is their bands and members who assault members of the public, play tunes with lyrics about being ‘up to their knees in Fenian blood’ or inviting their fellow Scots to leave the country with the words; ‘The famine is over, why don’t you go home.’ It is the Order which creates the space and the context where some think this is acceptable behaviour. If they really are the benign, Christian group they claim to be then they must surely act to end this yearly embarrassment to themselves and the faith they claim to be upholding. The hatred which swirls around their parades like a bad smell is the polar opposite of what the carpenter from Nazareth taught his followers.

As for our politicians, we seem to lack any with the balls to tackle this problem. It remains an act of cowardice and hypocrisy to allow this poison to be displayed on our streets every year. As Canon White suggests; if this was aimed at Jews, Muslims or other minority groups the jail cells would be full.

I love Scotland; it is a country full of good, decent people who care for their fellow citizens and I want it to become an even better land, a place where open displays of naked hatred are not only frowned upon but challenged by those we elect to represent us. I’m always uncomfortable with the curtailing or banning of demonstrations in a democratic society but the right to demonstrate and the right to freedom of expression must always be balanced against the common good. We are free to believe what we want to believe but we are not free to intimidate, threaten and insult those we dislike.

There is a school of thought that suggests a more violent reaction to these displays would force the authorities to act but that would play right into the hands of the haters who would portray themselves as victims. The dignified silence and unequivocally non-violent approach of the people who protest outside catholic churches is by far the best way to show the behaviour of the bigots in the worst possible light. Martin Luther King knew this and achieved far more through passive resistance than he ever could have by advocating violence. He once said…

‘Non-violence is a powerful and just weapon which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.’

I firmly believe that the vast majority of Scots are embarrassed by this yearly exhibition of triumphalism and bigotry which goes against the values our country holds dear. The mace, which was created for the re-opening of the Scottish Parliament twenty years ago, is engraved with the words; ‘Wisdom, Justice, Compassion and integrity.’ Isn’t it about time we lived up to those values?

A turnstile click away

A turnstile click away

From a mile off you could see the floodlights

Illuminating the dark and brooding Glasgow sky

A lighthouse, guiding the people safely home,

From every street in Glasgow they came,

Each soul, a raindrop adding to the river

Flowing inexorably towards Celtic Park.

A small hand seeks the comfort of his father’s

Senses sharpened by his first night match,

The Gallowgate finds its voice as songs

Echo off tenement walls which have seen it all,

From strike, strife and Luftwaffe bombs,

‘What the hell do we care?’ is the refrain,

But they care, by God they care!

This is their team, their colours, their club.

Paradise is a breathless turnstile click away

The multitudes coalesce, become as one,

The great cathedral of football shudders,

As the team appears; gladiators in green,

The emerald turf glistens under the lights,

It has been like this for a century and more,

Since McCallum’s goal first made them roar,

Here Maley, Doyle and Quinn fought the foe,

Gallagher’s feints left defenders chasing ghosts

McGrory, sure of eye and fierce of countenance

Rippled the net more times than memory could recall,

Stein and Tully, Evans too made their mark,

In good times and bad the fans endured,

Stories of heroes and villains are retold

To wide eyed children, food for their Celtic souls

The Gemmell shot, the Johnstone dribble,

Imperious McNeill holding aloft the glittering prize,

Murdoch, a Napoleon in green and white,

Stein, limping away, like a proud father,

McStay, McGrain and others picked up the torch

Carried it proudly into a bold new future,

So too a dreadlocked Swede who grew to love

The green as much as they grew to love him,

The little boy who took his father’s hand

On a dark night so many years ago

Now he walks his own child down those streets

Smiling to see that same wonder he once felt,

Shining in those bright, young eyes.

We won’t forget the tears

We won’t forget the tears

When the bones of three children were washed up on the shore of eastern Canada in 2011 there was of course an investigation into who they were and where they had come from. Local people in the mostly French speaking area of Cap de Rosier at the gulf of St Lawrence were quick to tell investigators of the local legend of a ship called the ‘Carricks of Whitehaven’ which had been wrecked off the coast in a storm in April 1847. When it became clear that the bones were indeed over 150 years old, the local archaeology team took over from the Police and began to piece together a remarkable and sadly typical story of that era.

The bones were tested under laboratory conditions and it was concluded they were of children who had lived on a diet compatible with rural Ireland of the mid nineteenth century. They also showed signs of malnutrition and diseases linked to hunger, such as rickets. These children were part of the huge wave of immigrants forced out of Ireland by the more ruthless Landlords at the height of the Great Hunger. (An Gorta Mor) In 2016 18 more sets of remains were found in a mass grave on the beach and again they proved to be the remains of Irish migrants seeking a better life in Canada. They had crossed the stormy Atlantic, a journey of over 3500 miles, only to perish a few miles from shore.

The Carricks was a sailing ship of a kind often used to ferry people, animals and goods across the Atlantic. In 1847 over 400 such ships docked in the Port of Quebec and brought with them tens of thousands of Irish migrants, weak from hunger, disease and the stress of a three week passage across the Atlantic crammed into what became known as ‘coffin ships.’ The destitute Irish were forced to stop in a quarantine station of Grosse-Île, an island in the St Lawrence River. Thousands were to be buried there as they had arrived too ill or malnourished to survive.

The passengers on the Carricks hailed mostly from County Sligo in Ireland. They had been evicted by Lord Palmerston, an absentee Landlord who saw more profit in sheep and cattle than in people. Records show that one family, the Kaveney’s were from Cross, a Gaelic speaking clachan near Ballymote. Patrick and Sarah Kaveney and their six children were crammed below decks with 165 other souls for the perilous journey to Canada. The family and 117 of their neighbours had to walk 20 miles to the port of Sligo to board the Carricks for the journey. In just six months of the year known as the ‘Black 47,’ Sligo’s bustling harbour saw 13,000 migrants leave for the Americas on 65 ships. Some would never see the new world, as sailing vessels then were far from safe and those used to transport the poor out of Ireland were usually the worst ships available. Contemporary reports record that 9 people died on the crossing before the fateful night when the ship met with disaster. Of 173 people on board the ship just 48 survived the wreck. Captain Thompson of the Carricks survived and wrote afterwords…

"After a rough and uncomfortable passage of 23 days, the captain missed his reckoning in a blinding snowstorm, and in the darkness of the night, struck the cruel cape. One stroke of the angry wave swept her clean. Comparatively, few were saved, after hours of cold, hunger and fear such as may be imagined. The inhabitants came to the rescue and treated the pitiable survivors with kindness. Truly the beach presented a gruesome spectacle the following day, strewn for a mile and a-half with dead bodies. For a whole day, two ox carts carried the dead to deep trenches near the scene of the disaster.’

Of the Kaveney family just Patrick, his wife Sarah and son Martin (12) survived; all 5 daughters perished. The local French speaking population treated the survivors with great kindness and the Kaveney’s settled in the area. Their offspring spoke French and became part of the local community where some of them still live today.

The story of the wreck of the Carricks and the discovery of the remains of some of those who perished is a poignant one and sadly such events were not uncommon in the days of An Gorta Mor. Ireland’s population peaked at 8.2 million in 1841 and fell by 20% in a decade as death and emigration took a toll on the land that it has yet to recover from. The population of the whole island of Ireland is around 6.6 million today.

The Kaveney family’s story is made more poignant for those of us who follow the fortunes of Celtic FC because they lived close to Ballymote in County Sligo. They would have been contemporaries of the Kerins family; tenant farmers who were also greatly affected by An Gorta Mor.  Their youngest son, Andrew, was born in 1840 into a world of huge inequality and would have grown up in a county which suffered greatly from the effects of the great hunger. One contemporary account of the so called ‘famine’ in the west of Ireland speaks of people dead by the roadside; their lips green from eating nettles and grass.  The folk memory of those times would have stayed with him as he moved to Scotland and became a Marist Brother, taking the name Walfrid. He would have seen that the suffering of his people wasn’t over in the burgeoning industrial city of Glasgow and that poverty and hunger still affected many. It was to alleviate this that he founded Celtic on November 6^th 1887 with the memorable words…

‘A football club shall be established for the maintenance of dinner tables for the children and unemployed.’

Perhaps if Andrew Kerins had opted for Canada instead of Glasgow there would be no Celtic today but we remain thankful that he travelled east to Scotland and not west across the broad Atlantic. It is fitting that the modern Irish Famine memorial will stand in the grounds of St Mary’s church where Brother Walfrid founded his club. Donegal artist, John McCarron’s sculpture ‘The Tower of Silence’ should be installed in the near future and the picture below is a photo-shop of what it will look like when finished.

Postscript

As I write my articles, I often have YouTube playing songs in the background. This morning as if by fate, an old and lesser Celtic song played automatically. ‘The Field of Dreams’ talks about the reasons for the foundation of Celtic and part of the lyric reads…

‘We’re carving out a monument

for the thousands forced to flee

From Famine and old Erin gra mo chroi

so down through all the years

you won’t forget the tears

of the hungry children forced across the sea.’

It’s right we remember the victims of the calamity which afflicted Ireland in the mid nineteenth century but it’s also right we remember the founding principles of Celtic FC and continue to support those less fortunate than ourselves today. That’s why Celtic came into being and it should always be part of our DNA.

The Cellist of Sarajevo

The Cellist of Sarajevo

Celtic supporters know more than most that the character of some football clubs is inextricably linked to their history. The foundation of Celtic among the poor and marginalised Irish-Catholic community of Glasgow in the 1880s set a stamp on the club which lasts to this day. Identity is a key part of any football club and it is fostered by a common understanding of the club’s history and the values it espouses. Celtic looks to be an inclusive and welcoming club and today the support is more diverse than it has ever been. There will always be debates among fans about various things affecting the club but the support is generally united behind the team and focussed on driving them on to more success.

Of course Celtic’s identity and success in time led to Rangers being fostered as the Scottish team best placed to put the ‘Irishmen’ in their place. It could be argued that the identity of Rangers has been largely shaped by their rivalry with Celtic. The rivalry certainly has political overtones but it pales into insignificance when we consider the history of some clubs in the world.

Celtic’s Champions League Qualifier with Sarajevo FC in July will see them play once more in the Republic which was once part of Yugoslavia. That country, carved out of the former Austro-Hungarian Empire in the days after world war one, was a conglomerate of various religious and national groups who coexisted sometimes uneasily until the calamities of the early 1990s. Communist dictator Josef Broz Tito kept a lid on nationalist tendencies in his state and was in some ways the glue holding the country together. His slogan; ‘Brotherhood and Unity’ was known to all in the communist country but his death saw the first cracks appear in that fragile unity. The economic troubles of Yugoslavia in the 1980s and the imminent collapse of communism in Eastern Europe added to the tensions building in the Balkan state.

Football mirrored the pressures building in the former Yugoslavia and in the Croatian Republic’s elections in 1990 pro-independence candidate Franjo Tudjman won. This did not go down well with Serbia nor the Serb minority in Croatia. A month after this election a match took place between Dinamo Zagreb and Red Star Belgrade in the Maksimir Stadium in Zagreb. The clubs were the symbolic representatives of Croatia and Serbia and their more hard core fans were ready for trouble.

The Red Star ‘Delije’ Ultras were led by Zelijko Raznatovic who would become infamous in the Balkans war as Arkan, leader of the murderous ‘Serb Volunteer Guard.’ (Arkan’s Tigers) The Zagreb Ultras, known as the Bad Blue Boys were ready for trouble too as were the Police who were out in force for the match. There was violence in Zagreb before the game but the increasing levels of violence on the terraces and eventually on the field of play led to the match being abandoned. The Red Star players left the field but the Dinamo players did not and this led to one of the most famous, or depending on your outlook - infamous, kicks ever delivered by a footballer. Dinamo Zagreb captain, Boban, perceiving that the Police were far from neutral enforcers of the law got involved in the mayhem and delivered a drop kick to one of the riot Police. It was captured on camera and Boban immediately became a Croatian hero. Some rather dramatically called it the ‘kick which started a war’ but in truth the disintegration of Yugoslavia was well underway by then and Boban’s kick was a symbol of the increasing tensions which were soon to lead to open conflict.

Tensions between the various republics which made up Yugoslavia increased and the war which followed brought to the surface ethnic, religious and nationalist differences which fuelled bitterness and led to some truly dreadful crimes against humanity. As Serbia and Croatia descended into open warfare, Bosnia’s politicians discussed possible independence for their ethnically mixed republic but they were warned by Serb leader Radovan Karadžić   of the consequences of separating from Yugoslavia…

‘This, what you are doing, is not good. This is the path that you want to take Bosnia and Herzegovina on, the same highway of hell and death that Slovenia and Croatia went on. Don't think that you won't take Bosnia and Herzegovina into hell, and the Muslim people maybe into extinction. Because the Muslim people cannot defend themselves if there is war here.’

For the city of Sarajevo, war meant enduring a 1425 day siege by the Serb controlled Yugoslav National Army which used shells, mortars, tank and sniper fire to decimate the defenders and civilian population. Over 15,000 people died in the siege. Of course the Yugoslav Football league had collapsed by then as players and fans had far more important issues than football to deal with. One of FC Sarajevo’s best players in the 1970s and 80s was Zelimir 'Keli' Vidovic, who had played abroad as well as for the Yugoslav national side. An ethnic Serb like many in Bosnia, he was in Sarajevo during the siege and it was while helping evacuate wounded civilians to a hospital he was stopped at a Serb military checkpoint. He was taken away and never seen alive again. It is thought that he was killed by Arkan’s para-military group after being recognised as a former footballer. His remains were found in a mass grave in 1996 and in 2004 he was reburied in Sarajevo. In his coffin was placed the maroon strip of FC Sarajevo.

At the height of the siege, well know cellist Vedran Smailovic appeared in bombed out buildings playing the hauntingly beautiful Adagio in G Minor by Albinoni. The so called ‘cellist of Sarajevo’ reminded people that even amid the ugliness of war there could still be beauty and hope for better days ahead. His music was a protest against the war and a prayer for peace. He played regularly in ruined buildings and at a host of funerals risking the ire of Serb snipers in the surrounding hills. He now lives in in County Down, Ireland, a country itself dealing with the legacy of conflict and trying to find a way forward to a better future.

The horrors of the early 1990s may now be consigned to the history books but as in other conflicts the legacy of violence and loss lingers on. Today FC Sarajevo is a club with a social conscience. It seeks to foster inter-community relations by sponsoring multi-ethnic football team, FC Guber. It supports refugees and its charitable foundation helps disadvantaged children, funds a shelter for battered women and allows its clinic to be used as a blood collection centre each month. The war may have left indelible scars on Sarajevo but its football club is trying to be part of the healing process which brings the city and indeed wider country together.

Celtic fans visiting there in July will no doubt be aware of some of the history of the city of Sarajevo. This diverse city can boast a Mosque, Synagogue, Catholic Church and Orthodox Church in one district. It is well known in the west as the setting for the assassination of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand in 1914, an event which began the First World War and of course most will recall the dreadful siege in the early 1990s. However, it is reinventing itself and rebuilding for what it hopes will be a peaceful and better future. I’m sure Celtic fans will be respectful of the city, the host club’s history and enjoy their visit there. The match will take place in the stadium where U2 performed in 1997 and sang, among others, their song, ‘Miss Sarajevo’ to 45,000 ecstatic music fans. Celtic supporters will of course back their team with the usual enthusiasm but will know that there are some things more important than football. That being said they will want the team to put on a performance and try to progress to the next round of the qualification process. FC Sarajevo will of course make it tough for Celtic as will the summer heat but it is a tie Celtic should approach with confidence.

Football at its best can bring people together and I’m sure Celtic and their supporters will make new friends in Sarajevo. When the game kicks off we’ll no doubt be engrossed in the action but happy to see young men test themselves on the football field and not the battlefield. 

We can’t change history but we can learn from it and help create a better future.