Loving Celtic more than hating Rangers

Andrew H on Sundays face-off & all that goes with it.

I must be honest and confess I was swithering about going to Sunday’s game until the other day. When my three decades of reporting on Celtic and Rangers face-offs ended last year, one comfort was the thought that I wouldn’t be immersed in the toxicity these confrontations can generate to the same extent.

Maybe I’m simply not tribal enough. Celtic, for me, is a joyous, life-affirming passion. It sometimes can feel anything but from the vantage point of the stands when my team are ranged against despised adversaries in light blue. In my first season as a punter since 1988-89, I have rented a season ticket right up the back of the old Rangers end, where I look down to my right on the North Curve. In that area, I am among ultra wannabes, who seem to believe that standing throughout and swigging Buckie at the big games is absolutely obligatory. Temperate they are not, in all manner of respects.