The Irish Rugby Top made its debut at Celtic in the mid-eighties. A well-known red-haired lad sported it with a Daks scarf, while many other lads and lasses wore Benetton rugby tops. It was considered quite an anti-suss style which suited the situation as Celtic were playing Hearts in Edinburgh the same day Scotland was playing Ireland at Murrayfield.

Phil Thornton provides us with further insights from the North West.

By Phil Thornton, 2020

“Rugby is a hooligan’s game played by gentlemen.”

So said proto-fascist ‘war hero’ Sir Winston Churchill. I beg to differ. Rugby (union at least) is a hooligan’s game played by public school boys and bizzies with a sense of entitlement and hatred of the working class.

Rugby doesn’t feature much in the annals of terrace fashion in the same way as, say, cricket jumpers were worn – sometimes around the shoulder in a ‘Parkhead Re-visited’ kinda way – so rugby tops enjoyed a very brief moment in the sun around the mid-80s. Probably inspired by the success of the Benetton rugby shirts, the trend was big, and Ireland tops,, in particular,, became very popular, although some right-wingers wouldn’t wear them and put on the crap England ones.

Let’s rewind to 1985. Everton v Man Utd FA Cup final day. We were travelling south in the back of a transit and got off at Watford Gap to be confronted by coach loads of Evertonians, many wearing Benny rugby tops and Rapid Wien beanie hats from their recent Cup Winners Cup triumph in Rotterdam. We walked through them and remarkably didn’t even get a comment, although behind a coach on the North Circular another coach load began threatening the lad in the front with a machete from the back seat window.

When we got home, we had a big row with some local Evertonians who were woolyback Toffees in the local alehouse. Blue and white Benetton and Green and white were the favourite colour schemes for supporters of all colours, whereas Ireland tops became the trend even for those with no Irish heritage. I vividly remember being in the United Road in 85 or 86 and one Villa lad made his presence felt in J Stand, stood in an Ireland top and staring down in his best hard man manner at those of us taking the piss below. Villa weren’t really known for their fashion sense at this time (if ever!) so it was surprising to see one of them confident enough to place himself in ridicule’s way. The United Road in those days was a funny place with various individuals being selected for ridicule – a fat Spurs fan in a donkey jacket ‘ There’s only one Eddie Yates’ – the give me a ‘B’ give me a ‘W’ what’ve you got? Bwbwbwbwbwbw!! Lip wibble sound! This Villa lad got tormented all through the game especially when he reacted by trying to offer out the entire terrace.

Maybe only The Farm only ever sported ye old rugger top on stage in the musical world, where terrace fashions and Top Of The Pops were a galaxy away from each other. The trend faded away as quickly as it arrived although there have been a few revivals from time to time – I’ve worn them mid way through the 90s and the past few years, although Patagonia had replaced Paddygonia this time around.

Rugby is still a game played by divvies for divvies and no one from football should have anything to do with it. Having said that, the Italian squad’s top with the big fuck off Kappa logo was belter!

 

By Macaroon 2nd December 2018

League Cup Final
Sunday 2nd December 2018
Hampden Park, Glasgow.

CELTIC defeated Aberdeen 1-0 in a well-contested League Cup final at Hampden. The win sees Brendan Rodgers’ side retain the trophy, and also marks the Double Treble holders’ seventh consecutive domestic honour.

A wonderful long ball from Dedryck Boyata found Ryan Christie in the box four minutes into first-half injury time, before the 23-year-old fired home with an emphatic rebound into the roof of the net. The Hoops created a number of other chances in front of goal and, despite the single-goal margin, were dominant in both defence and attack throughout.

Both teams started the game with the intensity fitting of the occasion, showcased by a flurry of hard tackles in the middle of the pitch. Aberdeen pressed the Scottish champions deep into their half in the opening five minutes, but the first clear-cut opportunity was carved by Celtic’s Tom Rogic.

A cultured long ball from the Hoops’ centre-back Filip Benkovic found Mikael Lustig on the right flank, before the Swede knocked it on to James Forrest. The midfielder’s inside pass was picked up by Rogic, who then curled a left-foot drive across goal and off the post.

Much of the game was held up in midfield, and Aberdeen dealt well with Kieran Tierney, Scott Sinclair and Ryan Christie’s smart and direct link-up play on the left side. Just after the quarter-hour mark, Andrew Considine found space in front of goal and, while being flagged offside, forced a great save from Scott Bain.

At 26 minutes, Rogic and Forrest combined to sculpt a half-chance for the Hoops, when ball from the left was taken by Forrest with his back to goal, who then teed up a volley for the Australian that was blocked en route to goal.

One minute later, Odsonne Edouard collected the ball in centre midfield before finding Rogic on the inside-right channel. He then played in Forrest, and the 27-year-old followed with a snap-shot that was dragged wide across Lewis’ right-hand post.

Celtic pressed the Dons increasingly deeper over the course of the half, but a well-organised Aberdeen backline dealt with the Hoops’ build-up play. At the other end, Filip Benkovic and Dedryck Boyata were faultless – with the former occasionally but driving forward confidently from defence.

At 38 minutes, Gary Mackay-Steven and Boyata collided mid-air in the Celtic penalty area which saw both receiving extensive on-pitch treatment. Several minutes after the head knock, Mackay-Steven was stretchered off whereas Boyata was able to carry on.

Four minutes into injury time, Celtic got their break when a superb searching ball from Boyata found Christie in the final third. The 23-year-old attacking midfielder controlled on his left inside the opposition penalty area, before firing a shot a goal with his right that was well saved by Lewis. Christie however returned the rebound with an unstoppable drive into the roof of the net, and the League Cup holders went into the break deservedly in front.

The Hoops continued their pressing play into the second half, and a flurry of counter-attacks provided a handful of half-chances for Forrest and Edouard. At 53 minutes, the Scottish champions were awarded a penalty when Dominic Ball was deemed to have handled in the box.

Sinclair’s spot-kick was well-struck, but Lewis reached to his right to turn around the post. Just before the hour, Benkovic found space 25-yards out, and a rifled shot was again stopped by an out-stretched fingertip save from Lewis.

For the next ten minutes, Aberdeen enjoyed a good spell of pressure, but Edouard regularly looked a threat on the break. On as a substitute for Boyata, Jozo Simunovic had a shoulder-to-shoulder clearance come off the Celtic crossbar, while, minutes later, a sublime piece of footwork from Edouard was followed by a curling shot over.

The French striker may have deserved better in that instance, as might have Sinclair when a similarly aggressive counter from the Englishman and Callum McGregor also ended with a drive high and wide over the bar.

Personally questions must be asked on Scott Sinclair,  he cost us today from going   two ahead which would have closed the game early.  It’s been suggested he’s back to his best, certainly improved but not reliable.

With Scott Brown and Olivier Ntcham on for Rogic and Forrest respectively, Celtic dictated the pace of the game and retained possession in the last quarter of an hour, and, despite continually pressing the Dons deep into their half, the Hoops ran out worthy League Cup winners.

Flat Beer Moment:  The injury to Gary McKay Steven.

Also: Aberdeen’s Manager claiming the ref cost them whilst his team gave out ninja-assassin attacks.

 

 

CELTIC: Bain; Lustig, Boyata (Simunovic 60) Benkovic, Tierney; McGregor, Christie, Rogic (Brown 64); Forrest (Ntcham 86), Sinclair; Edouard.
Subs not used: Gordon, Gamboa, Hayes, Griffiths.

ABERDEEN: Lewis; Logan, McKenna, Considine, Lowe; Shinnie, McGinn (Wilson 70), Mackay-Steven (McLennan 45), Ball, Fergusson; Cosgrove (Anderson 79)
Subs not used: Cerny, Gleeson, Wright, May.

By Holywell Street 2nd December 2018

Uppers

Saying ‘Double treble, treble treble’ ten times.

Calling people ‘Muckle Jessie’s’

The riot gear.

The salad bar at Morrison’s.

Being Jam Hat!

Fifty year old cashies.

Seven out of seven!

Vicky McClure 

Starting a Jumbo Cord’s gang 

Pickled onion crisps 

Salt and pepper chip eating supporters.

The new yellow Jacket by Albam.

Football lads camaraderie.

Blocking right-wing cranks on Facebook.

Winning the pottery.

Green bras.

Ryan Christie.

Downers

Stephen Yaxley – Lennon.

Aberdeen Ninja-Assasins.

Toothache.

Black Mutt visits at winter.

Moobs.

Flirty Florence’s.

Mental Health stigma 800: ‘decide to be joyful’

Herrenvolk Hubris attitude to life!

Steven ‘Wee Naisy’ Naismith the ninja assassin.

Folk still asking ‘are you fuckoffee?’ in the workplace.

The return of the community oddball. 

Saying Eh up.

Salt and pepper’s lonely hearts club band.

Right-wing cranks getting their buddies to message you to ask: ‘why block me’ 

Todays Linesman at Tynecastle.

Holywell St would like to welcome Phil Thornton who will contribute to the Blog from time-to-time. If he’s not hanging about Runcorn with Eddie from Morley (just outside ‘T’ Leeds) of course.

The Bobble.

By Phil Thornton 23rd November 2018

1984 was it? Around that time. The time of the half n’ half bobble hat craze. Well, it was a craze in the north west of England at any rate. One half was YOUR club; Liverpool, Everton, Man United, Witton Albion, the other was either Celtic, Rangers or Arbroath.
Where did it all begin? Like many of the many vagaries of football ‘casual’ fashion, the roots of this particular phenomenon are lost in the black hole of tribal folklore. For some there was a religious or political affiliation to the sectarian politics of Glasgow’s two teams, for others it was just a loose identification for a Scottish team, although I don’t recall seeing any Hearts, Hibs, Aberdeen or Motherwell hats about.

In Liverpool, although its’ the English city closest to Glasgow in terms of Irish and non-Irish identity, the sectarian divide between Everton and Liverpool was never that marked. True, Everton were perceived as the ‘Catholic’ team and Liverpool the ’Protestant’ team but that never caused much a divide in their respective support bases. In Manchester, United were also perceived as a ‘Catholic’ team but again, their support drew on a much wider base than parochial north or south Manchester church affiliations.

During the early 80s, the issue of national identity was becoming an issue, thanks largely to the recent Falklands war whipping up a xenophobic hatred for ‘foreigners’ that manifested it’s ugliness on England trips to the continent. The ‘English Disease’ spread its cancerous doctrine all across Europe and beyond. At home, the IRA’s battle against British rule was fuelled by Bobby Sands and the other hunger strikers needless deaths.

This gave rise to the racist elements within some clubs, notably the London based ones to become even more hostile and Combat 18 (the one and eight being the initials in numerical order of Adolf Hitler) were active at places like Chelsea, where they made it their cause to attack ‘Troops Out’ demonstrations and such like. It was Chelsea fans that first made a tacit link to their fellow Loyalists at Glasgow Rangers and also to paramilitaries in Northern Ireland.

On the terraces, some fans chanted ‘Rangers!’ whilst others responded ‘Celtic!’ and some chanted both. Me being a left winger, I adopted the green not the red, white and blue and wore my half United half Celtic hat and Celtic pin badge despite having somewhat tenuous links to Auld Hibernia. My nan’s family were from Mayo but that was about as Irish as I could summon.

Despite being a soul boy, I also had a soft spot for The Pogues and went to see them perform at the Royal Court in Liverpool which is still one of the best gigs I’ve ever been to. It was perhaps the gig that was most like being in a football terrace during those heady days pre-Heysel and Hillsborough.

85 was the year that changed everything. Heysel, Bradford, Luton, Birmingham. Riots, fires, deaths, mayhem. Suddenly the atmosphere had changed from carefree yobbery to misery and attacks from the Tory government and their ever-reliable police enforcers. The miners , the crusties, the football fans, we were all enemies within to be crushed, literally. Hillsborough was the end product of decades of class hatred, of fans being treated like scum by the politicians, the FA, the police and of course the clubs themselves.

I remember going to Anfield with my mate after Heysel when Chelsea were playing, just for a laugh as we booth supported United. Walking through Stanley Park there were about ten or fifteen coaches down from Lanarkshire. The Chelsea/Rangers alliance had been cemented. Outside a scouser from our town, a well know member of the Liverpool firm was trying to get up a mob on the wasteground on Kemlyn Road. He didn’t have many takers.

Fast forward thirty years and a mate of mine has a company that trains stewards at places like Wembley, Chelsea and Rangers. He’s asked me to come up to Ibrox to help him out.I’ve never been inside before although we once got lost en route to Ben Nevis and had to ask for directions outside the old stadium. To be honest, I didn’t fancy the trip but it was a day out and he was paying my train fare.

As we travelled up, a scouser got talking to us who said he’d been following Rangers since the 70s and then as more got onboard at various stations, he went over to talk to his fellow Gers pals from across the north of England. They seemed an OK bunch, not the stereotypical Hun bigots. Inside Ibrox itself, I got talking to their head of security, a rather camp ex bizzie with ‘Lodge’ written all over him. Rangers were playing Ayr United; that was their ‘derby’ at the time and he was worried about Ayr’s casuals causing mither.

The pre match entertainment consisted of divs waving massive flags about and all in all, the game was about as exciting as watching a Cheshire Cup quarter final but with less atmosphere. Like many clubs , Rangers supporters were almost exclusively male, white, working class and good natured enough. The injection of alcohol and politics always adds fuel to any game and obviously the decline of Rangers as a top side has affected their status, if not their sense of wounded pride.

Celtic have had it too easy for too long. Maybe they need a kick up the arse. The gap between them and their arch rivals in down to 2 points. Maybe if they get an rich Arab torturer to plough blood money in instead of Fat Mike, they’ll copy City. Nightmare on Edmiston Drive!

By Macaroon 21st October 2018.

Uppers.

Telling people ‘they ain’t seen nothing yet!’

Asking the Barman for a drink that all the young yins drink these days!

People who pil-fridge from M&S Food shop.

Justifying necking a whole box of Go Ahead Bars!

Aldo’s Hot Dogs.

Any record by Harry Lauder!

A flag on behalf of good lads!

Asking ‘s’appenin?’ on a Conference Call.

Saying ‘Cheers now’ after a Conference Call. 

Back off the booze after too much Guinness! 

CBD Oil by CBD Yums!  

Framed picture of Griffiths waving the tricolour!

Liam Gallagher getting the Rebs on!

Testing all the aftershaves in Debenhams.

The marvellous Tez Beatson.

Smoking out racists on social media.

The Football Lads Alliance about to implode.

Diet Irn Bru.

Zipping up yer Boots!

Big Boots Big Toots!

Bowie – Starman full blast on iTunes.

Eighty Nine sweater from Social Recluse!

Downers.

Getting texts telling you you’ve won a Diet Coke if you … sign up to …’

Getting a leaflet through the door every two days for Dominos Pizza!

Anxiety stigma ‘why don’t you just set yourself a 30 minutes worry period a day’

Black Mutt provoking horizontal sleet/snow in April.

Not getting 30 mins cardio a day.

The Voice… f*ckin cringefest!

Islamophobia.

That dilly dilly Budweiser advert!

People slurping yogurt on the train, scooping with the silver lid.

Media witch-hunt against Jeremy Corbyn.

Sevconian Moon Howlers.

A student cafe in Manchester called ‘Nom Nom’

5p a bag!

Getting asked if you want a bag!

£75 average for Adidas OG’s.

by Macaroon 5th November 2018

Turning the Screw.

For the second time in six days, Celtic outclassed the diets  to record a seventh straight domestic win.

Striker Odsonne Edouard netted either side of a Filip Benkovic header, all before half-time.

James Forrest then rifled in a fourth, with Ryan Christie adding a fifth.

Celtic, having scored just seven goals in their opening seven league games, have now scored 20 in their last four and are just one behind Hearts with a game in hand.

In truth, it was far too easy for Celtic, who peppered the diets goal with further efforts. They eased up a gear to make it 4-0 after 65 minutes as Edouard turned provider for Forrest to lash home in the box.

And there was sparkle in the build up to the penalty award for their fifth, Celtic sweeping forward before Forrest was brought down as he ran across goal. Ryan Christie dispatched the spot kick. In general, Celtic were in cruise control.

Special mention for the Celtic support including the Green Brigade who made it a day to remember.

Flat Beer moment: Craig Levine giving no credit to Celtic and blaming the performance on injuries.

By Macaroon 28th October 2018

Celtic Take Charge.

A tight fought first half with both teams being very cagey.  No team seem to be able to hold or pass the ball properly.

Rodgers made a second injury-enforced change at half-time, when Christie replaced Ntcham, and he soon drew a foul from Oliver Bozanic in the box. A penalty all day long Willie Collum was in no doubt and Sinclair sent Zlamal the wrong way with the spot-kick.  Michael Stewart was letting his emotions run away with himself, saying it’s never a penalty which seems to grow arms and legs in the opinions of the Hearts supporters and they’re friends from the west.  We watch it from every angle and it would be a free-kick all day long if it had been outside the box.

The game then seems to open up as Hearts now have to push forward. This suits Celtic and allows us to playing our creative football.

Ryan Christie has a shot from the edge of the box was well hit but looked straightforward for Zlamal, yet he spilt it and the ball spun behind him over the line before he could scoop it away, Forrest following up to make sure.  The ball had crossed the line and it’s interesting to think of it would have been given in this instance.

Christie then produced a wonderful piece of technique to cap an impressive performance, as he side-footed high past Zlamal from outside the box after Edouard’s knockdown.

Forrest and Kieran Tierney both had stinging goal-bound efforts saved by Zlamal as Celtic threatened to run riot late on, while Sinclair had two shots cleared off the goal-line by desperate last-ditch Hearts defending.

A well earned win and you’d like to think Celtic are hitting form domestically with a lot of changes in the team.

Flat Beer moment:  Hertz ball grabbers and Leveine trying to deflect blame.

By Macaroon December 2019

Staying with our music and terrace section. Holywell Street pays tribute to another band and classic album.

Screamadelica

The album is important in many ways to our crowd.  Released in September 1991 at perhaps the peak of the club-scene, it is safe to say if Andy Weatherall had not stepped in, it would never have become the album of the club-scene generation.  It had an influence for a young dance crowd, and much like Oasis getting them looking at bands again as well as the club scene dance beats.

Drawing  inspiration from the house music and the acid house scene (and associated drugs such as LSD and MDMA) which was blossoming at the time of its production. The band enlisted house DJs Andy Weatherall and Terry Farley on producing duties, although the album also contains a wide range of other influences including gospel and dub.

Weatherall was, naturally, on the bus when Primal Scream toured Screamadelica, as much part of the Scream gang as any musician or dealer.

‘We wanna be free to do what we wanna do/…And we wanna get loaded.”

It is important also for us as the band have a good sense of politics; the working class and of course follow Celtic. I met Bobby Gillespie in London in the early 90’s, he embraced the club scene himself and you would see him in the middle of a dance floor even at the height of the bands success.  I also met him properly when he was spinning some tunes at Heavenly Social around 1996, in London. He was playing a Northern Soul set and I managed to get a decent chat with him on music, Celtic, Tommy Burns and politics. He pointed out Fergus McCann and his naming of Celtic fans as ‘customers’ instead of supporters.

Loaded

By far one of the best tracks on the album, it is a proper anthem, Gillespie’s reedy voice suits the track perfectly. This was also a track that they told Weatherall to, ‘just wreck it’ and although Weatherall has probably as much to do with the album as any of the band, it is our opinion that Terry Farley gives us the best mixed version. ‘Loaded’ had precedent much like ‘Fools’ Gold’ but it’s main status was set after what came next, Primal Scream wasn’t the only indie band to find themselves in a new groove, and the summer of 1990 produced dance tracks from The Farm, The Soup Dragons and The Beloved to name a few.

Personally, I held back from getting to like the band and album, it was that pre-football scene and although there was overlaps with dance music linked to the terrace culture, I didn’t want to take to a rock/psychedelic front-man looking like a modern day Mick Jagger. I suppose listening to Loaded and Come Together more often certainly changed my view on things this was the start of getting lost in music more than ever before.

“Loaded”, “Movin’ On Up”, “Don’t Fight It, Feel It” are still immense dance-rock singles and Screamadelica is one of alternative music’s greatest discoveries. Dance music threw open doors for the indie scene and they took full advantage.

PSG v Celtic 1995

Gillespie and Innes were out in Paris hanging out with Kate Moss and Helena Christensen in 1995, the two models asked them to go to a party the following evening the reply was, “sorry hen we’re gonnae see the Celts”

We have this album framed on the wall at Holywell Street Towers.

 

By Macaroon 24th October 2018

Our good friends and comrades from the Football Lads Against Fascism visited London recently to counter act a demonstration and march by the DFLA.  A  good report on the day out here by Lee.

FLAF

Saturday 13th October was a good day for anti-fascism and the working class. The DFLA had forecast that tens of thousands would march behind their banner from the West End into Whitehall and rallying outside Downing Street. While we were sceptical about their predicted numbers, we did not expect the collapse of the DFLA into disarray so soon after the emergence of FLAF. However, we take no credit for their collapse, the cracks were already apparent.

On Saturday, ours was a small part in an overall demonstration of anti-fascist unity that saw us organise separately, but strike together. FLAF liaised with AFN who were, with others, organising the blockade of the march at Trafalgar Square in order to prevent the DFLA getting into Whitehall & Downing Street. We also communicated with RMT stewards at the other end of Whitehall who were stewarding the SUTR demonstration. There were 1800 labour movement activists at the SUTR demo and 1200 at the AFN blockade.

The ‘black bloc’ style tactics of the AFN & Women’s Strike worked beautifully and the police decided that the risk to public order was too great for them to try to push the DFLA march through to Whitehall. Respect to the organisers of the blockade. An old slogan that all too easily trips off the tongues of the left was made a reality again on Saturday. We said ‘They Shall Not Pass’ and they did not pass. Being so close to the anniversary of Cable Street it was also a fitting moment for such a blockade.

FLAF met at a location that had to be kept tight only to those we knew and trusted and those that they knew and trusted… Based on that method of primitive communication, we gathered around 200. Others that we didn’t know so well were directed to the AFN assembly point, however, our plan to pick people up from there along the way was scuppered by a mix of impatience and a lack of leadership from us. We hold our hands up. Lessons have been learned and people will be kept aware of what is going on and how long we wait at certain points until we make a move. A bit of patience on Saturday might have produced an even more spectacular result. We apologize to those that we had arranged to meet at the AFN assembly point, we should have had a contingency plan to get word to you if plans changed. As a result we will review our organisation and expand our steering group and communications network.

Applied on a smaller scale than expected on Saturday, our strategy worked. Groups of FLAF were able to work in the area between the two demos at either end of Whitehall. DFLA and fascists were confronted at several locations. In Whitehall, some of the London firms were in the pubs. As one tweeter put it, “FLAF called them out on Whitehall and they didn’t want to know.” A handful emerged from one of the pubs and then regretted not leaving the door open for their retreat. It was only after the police corralled FLAF in Whitehall that more emerged from the pubs to do a bit of shouting for “Tommy Tommy Knobinson,” whoever he is?

Towards the end of the day, the main group of FLAF decided to wait at Parliament Square, it was a nice day, we blended in with the tourists and spread out on the square. Schoolboy error, no spotters on the corners, we got too relaxed. Some of us were almost sunbathing when a big firm of Tottenham old boys, armed with bottles, strolled into the square and took us by surprise. A few of ours got digs from behind and side-on before they could get on their feet. Once we’d recovered composure the other FLAF lads had joined from either side and more blows were exchanged, with Tottenham backing off and having a go again only after the police had cordoned us. A bit of blood on both sides but little more than a couple of black eyes for us. No-one among the FLAF contingent was carrying a weapon, a glass or a bottle. The other mob all had bottles and still couldn’t do the job.

If this all sounds a bit too macho for some, I apologise, but we know what they’re about and we choose to fight them on their terms. We are the working class firm. We are the multi-ethnic firm. We fight for our clubs and our class. You will never beat us because we are about UNITY, but you – the DFLA – are about division.

One visible and very noticeable contrast was the difference in age between the anti-fascist fans and our opponents from the far-right. The DFLA are old, they should be a forgotten blob of fat old men trying to relive the NF glory days – and they weren’t that glorious then either. They might be from our class, but everything they do breaks the unity of our class and our communities. Enoch Powell is dead, you wankers. Give it up!

While there was more than a few old heads on the FLAF side, our firm on the day was predominantly young English working class lads and they were committed and fearless and they know what they’re fighting for… It’s not just about ‘the row’ for us, in fact it’s not even about the row. This is about our communities and the poison that these fascists and racists bring to them. We will oppose them wherever we find them.

We appeal to the firms looking on, who are undecided – JOIN US!

If you want to help and support the vitims of rape and grooming gangs – JOIN US.

If you’re against fascism and racism, sectarianism and terrorism – JOIN US.

If you want to build a better and united community for all working class people – JOIN US.

We are the future; those old nationalist bigots posing as false patriots are the past – JOIN US.

JOIN #FLAF IN THE FIGHT AGAINST THE FAR-RIGHT – FOR A UNITED WORKING CLASS

 

by Macaroon Sat 20 Oct 2018

Back to winning the Celtic way.

Goals from Tom Rogic and Olivier Ntcham fired Celtic ahead in the first-half and, although Hibs fought back after the break, an Odsonne Edouard double ensured all three points remained at Paradise.

The match was a great spectacle and Celtic perhaps should have been out of sight in the first-half;  but Hibernian kept coming back into it.  What was good about today is I think Celtic have advanced and finding the form that’s required to take us on.