Where were you when we stopped the 10?

Went to the beamback the week before with my 2 bhoys and the wife.

Kids were 9 & 12 and the oldest already knew the importance of a win. We were sick with the draw and waited for the st Johnstone game the following week.

4 of us I the living room watching it on telly. I never drank much in those days but had a few beers and a couple of jack daniels during the game.

Final whistle me and the bhoys are in the garden singing the celtic song etc. Good job the neighbours are tims.

My mates turned up and I think I woke up on Monday. The Mrs was still talking to me so thought I must have behaved myself, although I had no memory. We had only given our season tickets up that year as we were moving house due to me getting a new job. Gutted we weren't there in person but delighted with the outcome. When I left my job the guys all threw a party and gave me a framed top signed by all the team, wim jansen murdo etc.

Still hanging in my spare room to this day.

 

never been so nervous at a game in all my life (f*cking stone cold sober anaw) and never even relaxed after the second goal, only calmed down hours after the final whistle and until the 6th or seventh pint slid down my throat.

 

That seasons was a bit of a blur to me, 12 yrs old at the time, was it on TV? I don't remember watching it but remember playing football that day and every * talking about it, few boys got into fight Haswell wi huns as they couldn't take the slaggings.

 

Me and my dad were at the game.

I remember starting greeting the week before when Dunfermline equalised. For a lot of younger fans, they wont know what the 90's were like. It just seemed like no matter what we did, we would never stop oldco rangers.

But I remember going absouteley mental when Ally Mitchell scored for Killie in the last minute at Ibrox to beat oldco 1-0.

That game vs St Johnstone was probably the most nerve racking of my life as a Celtic supporter. Even more nerve racking than the UEFA Cup Final.

It was just pure nerves.....not a good game of football....just from first minute to last...utter nerves

 

I was at the game with my dad, sitting near the middle of the main stand up the back. Was 7 at the time so can't really remember the game and never really had a clue probably but I do remember being thrown about in the air and passed around the crowd with people holding me up at times.

 

Walked along the beach not a clue what the score was cried when I finally found out

 

Wasnt born because i was in my maws womb but the parents were in the north stand for it so * knows what I say to the poll.

 

You can pick two selections

 

I was there with my dad. I wasnt old enough to really get the relevance of it all but I remember a sense of collective nerves like I hadnt beem part of before. I remember being an awful game until the 2nd goal went in and then it was sheer jubilation. I dont think that day will ever be rivalled at celtic park as long as we all live.

 

I was 4 so don't remember. My mum has told me that she went to a street party in the Garngad afterwards

 

Was 10/11..

Reason I remember it so vividly (and my memory is fairly bad with some thing's) is because going to Celtic game's was never a day or few hour's thing. I used to be buzzing all week that I was going up to Scotland for 3 day's on the train. Too many thing's happened, can remember my uncle sneaking us in as he used to do for all the big game's in the North Stand. He'd talk away to the wee guy he was half pally with and in we'd go behind him waffling..

Sat right on the halfway line on the steps and I'd go out an hour before as the adults were all getting oiled up and by the time we were in to the game bang, Henrik put us on the way..

Ended up in all different parts of the NS, lower bit, executive bit, top tier and the top tier was something else. Never felt so squeezed. Was on people's laps and was 2/3 a seat and I'm no gonna lie...it actually scared us a wee bit, especially when the second went in as I was up in the air but loving it at the same time
Is as close to what it must've been like at terracing in the old day's in the jungle I'd imagine, although still different..

On the park running about daft. Turf that I think I might still have in a box although I thought it was lost..

Uncle had a pub and street parties in Fairhill although the Huns would mount the curbs driving around raging whilst all the Tims would sit waiting doing the tunes with the horns..

Next day in Royston was something else. We'd done a wee crawl down the Gallowgate beforehand but the scene's will probably, sadly, be back to that extent again unless we win the Europa. Maybe doing the 10 ourselves!.

Brilliant it happened and where it's led to today and just glad I sampled something special and can remember enough of it..

 

Brilliant mate

 

Was 8 years old, just remember out celebrating in the street, no really grasping what had actually happened, probably too young to really appreciate it.

 

was watching it at home , the longer the game went on the more agitated and fekkin nervous I got . end up I couldn't watch the last 20 minutes , was in the hall on my knees listening and praying to whatever * was listening . when it was over the sheer relief was too much .... yes I had a wee greet , wife " silly * its only a game " . same with Seville I lay on the floor just staring at the ceiling , she went to her bed and turned all the lights off .... must have lay there till about one in the morning .

 

Executive Club Row U Seat 10 with my brother and, more importantly, my late father

The hug he gave me when Harald swept the ball home for the second and decisive goal will live with me forever. I can close my eyes and still feel it.

“We’ve done it son and they can never take our record away from us”

A great day

 

Last time I was at Kevin Spacey Park was when we won 9-1 against McGrains bearded army
Was at smell the glove game wi the rest of Arbroath Emerald CSC, wiznae on the pitch though.

 

watched those sportscene highlights there @Marty McFly , see those Bells medals the players get . I have a replica one I got from a mates dad who worked for Bells at the time . also got a 25 year replica of the european cup medal in the glass case as well .

 

Walking through town with my ma when I was 4 years old wearing a Celtic top (had no interest football until just before Euro 2000, mind) and apparently some raging drunk hun tried to shout abuse at us.