High tide, mid-afternoon
People fly by in the traffic boom
Knowing just where you’re blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Last night, Celtic made the Champions League Group Stages by the skin on their rinny-chin-chin.
After the 5-2 home win last week, last night turned out to be a tense affair.
Essentially last weeks victory is a 2.5 goal win, if our opponents had scored 2, then we are through but if they had scored 3 to bring the tie to 5-5 on aggregate then Hapoel go through on the away goals rule.
I had the boys round last night, wee practice session for an upcoming gig.
The football was on the telly, but not-a-one of my fine church-going, god-fearing friends showed the slightest interest until the game was nearly over.
Last night was our Cup Final, most likely the biggest game of our season, worth 30 million not including any extra money for points scored.
We played Wild Wood by Paul Weller as the game played in the background, I’m glad it didn’t have my complete focus, but with minutes to go, we were all standing watching the tv and I’m certain that I was the only person praying that Hapoel didn’t score.
But we held on, battled through 4 qualifying stages, 8 games in total, which is an absolute disgrace when this competition is called the Champions League and the 4th team in England, Spain and Germany get automatic entry.
The draw for the group stages is on Friday and I’m hoping to get one of the Madrid teams as I’ve never been and I’m due some holidays.
Celtic have found their way out of the wild wild wood.