Spherical Planet
Well-known member
There is a marvellous magical mysticism surrounding Glasgow Celtic. There is an intangible, indescribable aura that sprinkles stardust over those who support the club and it is also very contagious, as it has a fine habit of pouring that essence upon many others who come to visit our temple for a brief visit.
From extremely humble and charitable origins, Glasgow Celtic has blossomed into something beautiful and that beauty is admired throughout the world and acknowledged as being something very, very special.
I don't know what the special sauce is that makes Celtic what it is, but if I were to hazard a guess - I would suggest that much of it comes from a mostly incredible set of fans who fill that vast stadium with their absolute love for their team.
It is not the dismissal or hatred of others which fills Celtic Park on match day - it is predominantly the adoration and love for those who wear our Hoops that fuels and creates that incredible energy.
We have our share of rockets and we can also show frustration and annoyance on occasion, but for the most part - Celtic Park is a place where dreams are made and brought to life.
In the common vernacular of Scotland (and a little bit beyond), Glasgow Celtic are referred to as the "Catholic team" and - to be fair - there are many fans who make the pilgrimage to Parkhead who are born into Catholicism and who are comfortable in the skin they inhabit, but to just describe Glasgow Celtic as a Catholic team pays a great disservice to the hundreds of thousands of non-Catholic supporters and players who have graced that stadium throughout history.
Celtic are more than just a club because Celtic is more than just an extension of a religious institution. In fact, if there is religion bring practiced at Parkhead - then that religion itself would be called Celtic, because it is Celtic we are all devoted to and Celtic that we all have faith in.
There is no condition, nor congenital trait that marks anyone out as a Celtic fan. Any race, culture or creed is welcome and any faith or religion is accepted.
You don't have to be a member of a clandestine organisation and you don't have to pledge your dedication to an anachronistic monarch who serves no practical purpose.
There are no barriers to admittance regarding support for Our Club. Come one, come all and you will be welcomed with open arms and embraced as a brother or sister.
The reason I mention this is, that in another part of Glasgow, there is another football club who have a significant number of passionate fans, but the fundamental difference is that their passion is driven and fuelled by he hatred and intolerance of those who don't subscribe to their blinkered and narrow point of view.
It is not the love of their own team which compels them - it is the absolute fear and loathing of others which gets their juices flowing.
A beautiful and historic city in Spain is about to be subjected to this hateful bile and toxicity. Architecturally beautiful chapels and cathedrals are in grave danger of being damaged extensively and many of the citizens of this historic place are going to be threatened and castigated for having the audacity and nerve to support a football club who wear green and white.
Instead of celebrating a significant achievement in reaching a European final, this marsuding horde of peepo will be celebrating their perceived superiority and mastery over others.
They are not infused with love - they are driven by a passion called hate and that is why I give thanks every day that I am not, and never will be, one of them.
SOS (Save Old Seville)
From extremely humble and charitable origins, Glasgow Celtic has blossomed into something beautiful and that beauty is admired throughout the world and acknowledged as being something very, very special.
I don't know what the special sauce is that makes Celtic what it is, but if I were to hazard a guess - I would suggest that much of it comes from a mostly incredible set of fans who fill that vast stadium with their absolute love for their team.
It is not the dismissal or hatred of others which fills Celtic Park on match day - it is predominantly the adoration and love for those who wear our Hoops that fuels and creates that incredible energy.
We have our share of rockets and we can also show frustration and annoyance on occasion, but for the most part - Celtic Park is a place where dreams are made and brought to life.
In the common vernacular of Scotland (and a little bit beyond), Glasgow Celtic are referred to as the "Catholic team" and - to be fair - there are many fans who make the pilgrimage to Parkhead who are born into Catholicism and who are comfortable in the skin they inhabit, but to just describe Glasgow Celtic as a Catholic team pays a great disservice to the hundreds of thousands of non-Catholic supporters and players who have graced that stadium throughout history.
Celtic are more than just a club because Celtic is more than just an extension of a religious institution. In fact, if there is religion bring practiced at Parkhead - then that religion itself would be called Celtic, because it is Celtic we are all devoted to and Celtic that we all have faith in.
There is no condition, nor congenital trait that marks anyone out as a Celtic fan. Any race, culture or creed is welcome and any faith or religion is accepted.
You don't have to be a member of a clandestine organisation and you don't have to pledge your dedication to an anachronistic monarch who serves no practical purpose.
There are no barriers to admittance regarding support for Our Club. Come one, come all and you will be welcomed with open arms and embraced as a brother or sister.
The reason I mention this is, that in another part of Glasgow, there is another football club who have a significant number of passionate fans, but the fundamental difference is that their passion is driven and fuelled by he hatred and intolerance of those who don't subscribe to their blinkered and narrow point of view.
It is not the love of their own team which compels them - it is the absolute fear and loathing of others which gets their juices flowing.
A beautiful and historic city in Spain is about to be subjected to this hateful bile and toxicity. Architecturally beautiful chapels and cathedrals are in grave danger of being damaged extensively and many of the citizens of this historic place are going to be threatened and castigated for having the audacity and nerve to support a football club who wear green and white.
Instead of celebrating a significant achievement in reaching a European final, this marsuding horde of peepo will be celebrating their perceived superiority and mastery over others.
They are not infused with love - they are driven by a passion called hate and that is why I give thanks every day that I am not, and never will be, one of them.
SOS (Save Old Seville)
Awe they flights and board lost
other wise it wid have been me sleeping on the pavement in Seville our club made alot of new friends that time between secvo and frankfurt I can see the lovely Seville being left In some mess this time sadly
