I had to smile at the statement from Celtic's caretaker manager today. They aren't giving Rangers a Guard of Honour as the new champions tomorrow. Not because Celtic isn't a classy club, but because Rangers didn't do it last time the roles were reversed.
That's ok then.
I went to this fixture once. Never been as scared in my life at a sporting event! Has anyone else ever been to a high octane derby?
Ian, standing on the terrace at Parkhead (when there was a terrace) in an Old Firm match you could smell and taste the absolute hatred in the air. I have never known anything else like it. This looks like a missed opportunity for Celtic to do 'the right thing', but the pressure they would have felt from their fan base and the backlash they would have got for it might have been too much for them at a time when they are already on the back foot.
I went to an 'old firm' derby in the late 70s Smiler, at Celtic Park. I drove there in my pride and joy - an Apollo green Ford Capri which was quite fortuitous - had it been blue, it would have been wrecked. All the same, I was approached by some wee jock lad who offered to look after my car for £1 whilst I was at the game - an offer that would have been most foolish to refuse!
Inside the ground I stood with the Rangers fans and up until that point I hadn't realised the religious divide in Scotland. As you say, the hatred was tangible. The majority of fans around me were not so much interested in the game as engaging with someone supporting the opposition and informing them what they were going to do to them once they were outside.
An experience; but not one to be repeated.
BTW - my car was immaculate when I returned to it!
Great stuff Glenn. It's definitely tribal up there. I went in about 1990 with a diehard Celtic fan I was working with. Half the Rangers side were English - Souness had signed people like Hateley, Terry Butcher, Chris Woods and others. Mo Johnston (ex Celtic) scored for Rangers, who won I think 2-1 (maybe 3-1). The hate for Johnston was heartfelt. When Celtic scored not only was it deafening, but I ended up about forty yards away from where I was standing with the swaying and crushing. It was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.