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Inspiration! Inspiration! Inspiration!

On a night Celtic face Spartak and look to go through to the last 16 of the Champions League, The Holy Poet offers some inspiration

 

Celtic  v Barcelona.                            

(For Celtic, their fans and a very gracious Barcelona team).

The game had not yet started and they were here to face our Bhoys
Overcome and overwhelmed by Glasgow Celtic’s noise
They brought Xavi, Iniesta and Messi came as well
They came to us in Paradise but to them it seemed like Hell.
The Tifo from The Green Brigade had hearts pumping aloud
When every fan looked on in awe and never felt so proud
Our Birthday celebrations left Barca at a loss
One Two Five with Celtic and a huge red Celtic Cross.
Barca played the Barca way, playing their passing game
The best team on the planet had rightly earned their fame
Possession wise they ran amok but we went for the kill
Alba rose for Mulgrew’s cross but Vic rose higher still,
Wanyama’s header burst the net and ripped this place apart
And then the world heard a voice that came straight from the heart.
The commentator’s voice drowned out by The Glasgow Celtic roar
And the stadium was rocking like it’d never done before.
Voices raised, players praised, Come On You Bhoys In Green
The Green Brigade had reached new heights, the volume was obscene
The post, the bar, they tested us but we stood strong and tall
Defending stoutly side by side whenever they had the ball
But Neil Lennon pulled a master stroke, not what everybody thought
He took off Michael Luistig and brought on Tony Watt
The thunder roared, the decibels, went off the Richter scale
As Tony left them in his wake and found The Holy Grail
Xavi missed, the young man charged, always in control
He picked his spot and lashed it home for Celtic’s second goal.
The wee man ran into the crowd, to the stands where he once graced
His debut marked in Europe with a smile on his face.
This young man celebrated but this young man’s not so raw,
As a serious Mr Lennon quipped, we might even get a draw!
Back they came, like bagatelle, the ball pinging from their feet
But Paradise had no intent, to wallow in defeat.
They threw themselves at every shot, each minute, more intense
Like warriors groomed for battle, each player was immense.
A late goal lost but we held on, in this electric atmosphere
Each passing second nearing, would bring an everlasting cheer.
The whistle blew, the place went wild, in Heaven’s green and white
He said he’d bring the thunder back, well, he brought it back tonight.
We’d beaten the greatest ever team who were very gracious in defeat,
Who testified they’d never seen or witnessed such a feat.
The Holy Poet.
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Cortes
11 years ago

Very enjoyable. Thanks!

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