Another reply from the investor's forum ... brilliant
by Rod Copeland
Trying to pick Three is so difficult but going from matches that I attended it would have to be.
In reverse order, obviously.........
3. The 5-1 game under the Venglos team of two season ago.
Apparently, well according to the Scottish media!, we were going to get an absolute hiding from Rangers that day.
As it happens, we absolutely trounced them 5-1 when it should really have been 7, what a great score that is :>))
The sight of 53,000 Tims walking down the Gallowgate to get pished (Scottish word for pissed!) with flags out of people's windows, car horns blaring and people partying all over the place, it was a wonderful day and night.
2. The 2-2 game against Liverpool at Parkhead.
I have been to better games but one of the main reasons for picking this match was the wonderful sight of both sets of fans singing "Walk On" before, during and after the match.
In these days of football violence, it was wonderful to see two sets of opposing fans raising their Green & White and Red & White scarfs proudly above their heads and belting out a song that means so much, not just as supporters of our respective clubs, but to many of us who grew up listening to sadly departed parents teaching us this wonderful football anthem.
There was many a tear shed at this match.
Btw the match wasn't too bad either :>))
1. The day we beat St Johnstone 2-0 at Paradise to win the League and stop the ugly mob from breaking our Nine-In-A-Row record.
The nerves, the emotion, the heartaches and the joy all in one wonderful day. Things on a footballing & personal front just don't get much better than this.
I remember how the entire working week prior to the Saturday match was just a way of killing time before the big event!
I kept looking at my watch non-stop and counting down the minutes to the game. It's amazing how many other Tims felt the exact same way that week!
Then on the Friday night, after drinking half a dozen beers to help calm the nerves and get me to sleep, I eventually went to bed at 3.00am
Thinking that I'd had a great nights sleep, I awoke only to find that it was 6.00am and I had slept for the grand sum of THREE hours! Oh Nooooo.
I decide to put on the centenary video and after watching it for little more than ten minutes, I hear the patter of tiny feet and my 2 and a half year old son comes down the stairs to join his Dad in watching the Celts.
The morning dragged on and eventually after what felt like a year of waiting, it was 3.00pm and the match kicked off.
2 mins past 3 and the great Swede Henrik Larsson had calmed the nerves for all of ten minutes by scoring a wonderful goal. The next seventy minutes were a time of nail bitting, knuckle biting after the nails had been chewn away and profuse sweating as we knew that if the Saints scored then our dreams would be shattered.
Suddenly a quick break up the right from Boyd who chips a lovely ball to McNamara who then runs a further 20 yards down the right flank before sending over a wonderful pass to our Norwegian hero (He is a long story!) Harald Brattbakk who calmly slots the ball home to make it 2-0 and the League title is ours.
I remember hugging my mate for about two minutes with both of us yelling, we're the champions now, they'll (Rangers) never take away our record.
Tears were flowing around the stadium and the place was a buzz of all that is wonderful in life. The songs were sung louder than ever before and the stadium was a sea of Green & White bedlam as everyone was partying as if this was the last day of their lives.
The night is but a blur but I do remember waking up the next day and finding a large piece of the pitch in my back pocket, oh yes, and finding a Celtic scarf tied round my dogs neck :>))))
Sweet bliss.
Eddie
Posted on Jul 6, 2000, 11:21 AM from IP address 194.247.67.205