September 2008 Archives

The first game in a new Champion’s League campaign. We entered into this with more optimism than any opener before. Usually the first game is a stinker; Shaktar Donetsk away, Old Trafford and the like but this time the team we were playing were a bunch of Danish no necks, sitting 9th in a league comparable to our own, who’d just been pumped by a team I’d never heard of at the weekend. In fact they had conceded more goals in their league than any other team. Celtic had just twatted the Well with as good an attacking display as they’ve put together in years, so this was a foregone conclusion. The starting line up was there or there abouts as well, so bring it on.

Before you read this I’ll take the step of warning you about what’s coming. I’m assuming you’re a Celtic fan and like most Celtic fans I know, you’re not too fussed about the national team. If I’m doing you a disservice, apologies. If I’m right, then this will probably get right on your San Moritz.

Well that was a chuffing disaster. I must admit, fancied our chances when I saw the starting line ups. Rangers had absolutely no width to their midfield whereas Celtic were width’d oot wur nut. Strange then that as the match progressed Rangers were the one’s finding all the room on the flanks and our wide men didn’t hit the byline once.