I am writing this as Celtic have just beat the Mancs in the Champions League. Good work!
On a less pleasing note, I went to see the Benfica-Celtic match in the Stadium of Light (Estadio da Luz) and Celtic were truly appaling. We wont dwell on it - just enjoy the pictures of 15,000 bald, fat Scottish men descending on a city unprepared.
True to form, they were magnificently drunk for a full four days. First in the bar at opening time, last out at kicking out time. There was a discernible atmosphere of hostility about the city for a couple of days before the match, but in general, our friends from the north once again showed the world how to enjoy itself, cause mayhem and drink into oblivion while remaining happy, friendly and surreal.
I felt priviliged to have heard this conversation:
Celtic Fan to ticket seller: D'ya hae nae tickets, fella?
Ticket seller, in perfect English: I'm sorry. Do you speak English? Parlez vous Anglais?
Celtic fan: Course ai speak English, ya wee shite.
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