Celtic’s extraordinary trophy-plundering abilities over recent times has led to a common refrain being directed my way from journalistic colleagues whose footballing allegiances lie beyond Glasgow.
“Don’t you tire of your team winning?” they will say, struggling to comprehend the enthusiasm for a 40-trophy haul in the past 24 years. Never, never, and thrice never, I will splutter back in their direction, without pausing for a breath. Ahead of taking them back to an early night in April 1992 in the Celtic View office as a way of explanation for why each and every triumph will be joyful for as long as God spares me.
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