Banter never stops for the good guys in Glasgow

On May 25^th, 2017, I was in a taxi taking me to Stadio Nacional in Lisboa.

In the back seat with me was a fine chap from Sweden called Martin.

I had met him the previous evening at a gala dinner to celebrate the 50^th anniversary of that day in May.

We were en route to the scene of Scottish football’s finest hour.

He told me that his next-door neighbour was also a lifelong friend and that his name was Henrik Larsson.

That is how Martin got the Celtic bug.

He quickly realised that this was a club open to all.

He did ask me on that journey one important question:

“Phil, how can a city with two clubs have such  different supporters?”

For the avoidance of doubt, the Herrenvolk of Ibrox was not doing well in this Scandinavian’s comparative analysts.

I thought for a second and took him through a quick empirically focused safari tour of what The People believe.

Another Larsson(Stieg) immeasurably assisted my task in explaining the worldview of the Ibrox Herrenvolk to my new friend.

Of course, he confirmed that he had read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.

I reminded him of the character Harald Vanger who had been a member of the Swedish Nazi Party and longed for the good old days of racial purity.

I used that literary reference to sketch in the history of the beloved anthem of the Ibrox klanbase.

At that point, my Swedish friend had never heard of Billy Fullerton of his career as a card-carrying razor-wielding fascist and member of the Ku Klux Klan.

Dear reader, my Scandinavian buddy, was horrified that the football authorities tolerated such an anthem in Scotland.

I was thinking of that taxi journey yesterday as I looked at the response of the Celtic end to the Castore catastrophe.

Humour is the default setting of the green corner of Glasgow.

The basket of assets fed the green and white banter machine yesterday with this picture of Jermaine Defoe back in training.

Then some helpful Timmy pointed out the fact that the transfer on his shorts was peeling off.

Later the club had the image cropped.

Yeah, banter never stops…

Here is a selection from yesterday that came up on my timeline:

 

 

All excellent in their own way.

However, yesterday this young fella won the Fitba Internet.

You can watch it here.

In the age of the “LOL” message, I actually did laugh out loud.

Yesterday I sent my Twitter congratulations to @NorthStandNiall, and you should give him a follow.

Of course, none of this comedic creativity can come close to the real thing.

 

Hilarious stuff Stevie!

It is worth remembering that across the city they think that the dead and dying of An Gorta Mór is worthy sneering ridicule.

Then throw in the awful spectacle of child abuse being weaponised.

Well, from Donegal to Sweden it isn’t a good look.

Consequently, I can’t find it in my heart to sympathise with the Herrenvolk of Ibrox who have been ripped off in the Castore catastrophe.