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What It Felt Like ?
It has been a week of reflection for me and no doubt it's been the same for a good number of my fellow Tims.

It has been a week of reflection for me and no doubt it's been the same for a good number of my fellow Tims. However, not just a start of a season reflection but a generation of reflection. With the passing of time and the passing of some of our heroes we might be accused of becoming maudlin in our dotage.

Some of the younger Celtic supporters are probably right in saying that it's about time we started to look forward rather than spend our time looking back. I know how pissed off I get when the English keep bumping their gums about 1966 an all that. So they have a point I suppose.

Three years before i was born when the final whistle went on that day 52 years ago in Lisbon. Let me try and explain the feeling:

How did it feel the day when 10 men won the League?

How did it feel the day when the Centenary team did the League and Scottish Cup Double?

How did it feel the day when we stopped the 10?

How did it feel the day when big Chris slid in for the 6th goal in the 6-2 game?

How did it feel the day when Celtic's 4th slammed into the net against Juventus?

How did it feel the day when Henrik scored against Boavista to book our place in the UEFA Cup Final?

How did it feel the day when Naka's free kick exploded into the net behind Van Der Sar at Paradise, then Artur saved the penalty minutes later?

How did it feel the day Celtic did the Treble Treble ?

There are many, many more moments the Bhoys have given us over the years and each and every one of you will have your very own special moment of Celtic magic locked away. I chose the above small sample as they straddle the five decades since ‘67.

Well, you can take all of them together, multiply it by 10 and only then are you getting remotely close to the sensation of May 25th 1967. When that whistle went in Lisbon 52 years ago it was surreal. Unimaginably good.

I cannot even imagine the depths of despair the Huns plummeted to when Steve Chalmers applied the coup de grace to the well beaten Milanese, but if it was proportional to the elation I felt, then it must have been a life changing experience for them………….It was for many of us.

It was said before the 1967 European Cup Final that we would win it, but I can guarantee that very few would have bet on it. To that point, as a nation, it was ingrained in our psyche that we were fabulous losers at sport. But, from that moment on, we weren't. We were winners.

I recall that when Henrik scored against Boavista in Portugal, the remaining minutes in the game were nerve tingling and seemed to last an eternity. But strangely enough, when Stevie Chalmers scored Celtic's second goal against Inter Milan all those years ago, there was never any doubt in anyone's mind that the result would be anything other than a Celtic victory. Celtic were THAT good.

I simply ask all those who say we should move on to sit in a quiet place and just try to imagine how you would feel if we somehow were in that position again……..! I think you'd be boring the erse off your grandweans anaw.

Hail! Hail!

Voc



Posted by voc1967 on Monday 26 August 2019 - 14:56:43 | Comments (0)  |  printer friendly
 
 
 
 
 
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