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Chorus In May 1967, 10,000 of the greatest supporters in the world embarked on the most important crusade since the quest for the Holy Grail. They hailed from Scotland, Ireland and every corner of the globe. Most were Celtic daft. Some were just plain daft. All of them would have followed the Magnificent Eleven to the ends of the earth. Two thousand miles was a dawdle. The Celticade stretched from the Campsie Fells to the Pyrenees. The support unrolled like a green carpet across England, France and Spain. Those who couldn’t afford to go by plane flew by the arse of their trousers. They travelled on slow boats and long-distance lorries, in battered vans and buses, in used cars and trains that never ran on time, on rusty bikes and blistered feet. Whole streets were lifted from Glasgow’s East End and transported across land and sea, from one dear green place to another. The fans lived on borrowed time and money, on a pilgrimage that would take them to the Pearly Gates and back again. They arrived in Lisbon with a fistful of escudos and a heartful of hope. As far as they were concerned, they had not left their families or communities behind. They were married to Celtic and pregnant with passion. The club was their kith and kin, their neighbour, their best friend, their ticket to immortality. They came clutching floodlit memories. They came over broken glass and stones, walking on water and living on a prayer. They came in search of paradise and found it in Portugal. 20
1 Danny’s Boy [Danny Gallagher, an Irishman in his forties, and his son, Sean, a Glaswegian in his mid-twenties, are on their way to Parkhead] Danny Sean Danny Sean Danny You’ve made us miss the bus again. You’re a helluva slowcoach, son. You don’t know if yer hummin or hawin. You’d be late for your own funeral. We’ll get there alright. Keep yer teeth in. If ye helped me buy a motor we’d have no worries gettin there. You get a job and you can buy a motor. Ah cannae get a motor off a grant. It was you and ma maw that wanted me tae go tae Yooni. That’s right. We wanted ye to better yerself. A motor’ll come in good time. 21
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