not raised from a Celtic background, my family are GAA mad, and weren't interested in 'foreign sports.'
still, my dad broke the mould and i was given my first jersey at 4, 1989-90 CRSMITH jersey, and from then on, there was no other soccer team for me. A weekly dose of the View and trips to the local with the old man to see the games (fair play to him, he wasn't one bit interested, but the Guinness was a good consolation).
Finally I got my chance to head over with my school, I was in 1st year and we played hearts, 96/97 season, a 2-2 draw and Di Canio got sent off. Wasnt really until I was 15/16 that I was allowed to head over to Glasgow with mates. Since then Glasgow has become a second home.
Celtic is a release. The euphoria and depression that they can give you is second-to-none. From the highs of Anfield, to the lows of Fir Park, in my experience nothing else can compare with the emotions I experience as a Celtic fan.
I've had the privilege to have seen a true Celtic great in Henke in action. I've had the privilege of seeing my team play some of the best teams in the world, I've seen some of the best players of our generation at Parkhead. I've been at games that fans will be talking about for years to come, with memories that will take some time to fade.
The history and tradition of the club is something to be proud of. You feel part of an entity. Being a Celtic fan is not just about supporting the football team, its about supporting the values that the club was born into.
fcuk the huns, they're an irrelevance.

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