When did you first know you hated Deadco

I first knew I hated Deadco and more precisely their scum fans on the night of Danny McGrains testimonial.
On way to station got jumped by at least 5 of the *.
Never associated with any of them before that as they were irrelevant to me.
Was 16 at the time.

 

When a wee ex junkie from a hostel next to my old dears used to cut about with the top on and gazza bleach blonde hair. I'm no even joking when I say he had it on every day..

I knew they were filth from then

 

Didn't grow up around huns, never went to school with any and worked with only 1(that I know of) , who was a * but not because of Rangers.
I think it was when they went bust, they'd cheated for years and no trophies were taken from them. You just saw how corrupt the whole system was.
I think if social media was a bigger thing 20 year ago I'd probably have hates them earlier.

 

When l was in the womb l think

 

When as a foreigner in Glasgow an ugly Hun started to have a go at me for wearing a dark green coat and when coming back from Tommy Burns' testimonial a sad * asked if he played well

 

Think l've posted this before on here but used to play the early Champ Manager where it was just wee dots kicking another dot on the screen and had the current scores running across the bottom of the screen..............when it came up that the huns had went behind l used to fist pump the air and do a silent "YESSSSSS" in case l woke the weans up or the wifie thought l was mental

 

When i was a sperm heading to the egg.

 

May 4th 2000,about 15:25.

*.

 

When they were calling me a "*".

 

Seemed right at the time

 

Aged about 5 and growing up in the slums of Blackhill we had * all * hanging out the trousers and newspaper inside the shoes to keep the feet dry. So about then my Ma spent weeks making me a Dalek suit out of cardboard and a sink plunger on the top half.

On my birthday with Dalek suit on I went to every Hun neighbour, chapped their door and when they opened it I would be there yelling at them, " Exterminate, Exterminate."

 

I had just turned 12 years old.

My family had moved to a new area, that was considered "mixed" in Belfast. Ie. They had a little conclave of houses where they burned bonfires and banged drinks at 6am on a Saturday to remind everyone they were there.

It was the eleventh of July. I was walking to my cousin's house to meet him to go play football. I had on GAA shorts and a Celtic home shirt. Gorgeous day. A rarity in Ireland. Even then.


i was crossing at the lights, which was a slip road that came off the motorway. I was standing waiting for the light and I noticed this driver was putting his head out the window as his car approached.

He leaned out and spat right in my face as he passed.

He was at least in his 40's. I was a * child. Alone. In the middle of the day.

He had nothing but pure * hatred in his face.

I was seriously * traumatised by that *. No idea why someone would do that, or hate me so much. Didn't even connect the dots that it was because I was wearing a Celtic shirt.

Saw the * about 10 years later. Standing outside the off licence with what I assume was his dog, in a * ancient Rangers shirt, in the lashing rain, at "their end" of the road.
Tapping * for change. Red face. Looked like he hadn't washed in weeks. But I recognized that * face. * burned into my memory.

That poison that they spew at Catholics has a habit of catching up with them as the years go by.

 

Do you know what, I can't remember a time when I have never hated them...

 

The Gascoigne flute celebration

 

* I remember that night! My second ever game and there was murder on the train at Carntyne and we all had to walk home to Coatbridge!

My first words were * the Huns.

 

The second that Hun midwife smacked me across the erse (wee bit too hard) she knew my mum and dad .. was personal !!