Celtic v Motherwell
Celtic V Hearts
Celtic v Dundee Utd
Aberdeen v Celtic
Hibernian v Celtic
St Mirren v Celtic
Celtic v Gretna
Celtic v Kilmarnock
Inverness v Celtic
Celtic v Hearts
Scotlands shame v Celtic
Celtic v Falkirk
Celtic v Ac Milan
Celtic v Benfica
Celtic v Shakhtar Donestk
Celtic v Barcelona
Barcelona v Celtic
Celtic v Aberdeen
Celtic v Hearts
Kilmarnock v Celtic
Celtic v St Mirren
Celtic v Motherwell - Phil O'Donnell Tribute Match
Celtic v scotlands shame
Scotlands shame v Celtic
Celtic v Hibernian
Celtic v Kilmarnock
Celtic v Inverness
Hibernian v Celtic
Motherwell v Celtic
Dundee Utd v Celtic = PARTY DAY

The Diary of Bobby Sands
March 1981

For the first seventeen days of his hunger-strike Bobby Sands kept a secret diary in which he wrote his thoughts and views.

Sunday 1st

I am standing on the threshold of another trembling world. May God have mercy on my soul.

My heart is very sore because I know that I have broken my poor mother's heart, and my home is struck with unbearable anxiety. But I have considered all the arguments and tried every means to avoid what has become the unavoidable: it has been forced upon me and my comrades by four-and-a-half years of stark inhumanity.

I am a political prisoner. I am a political prisoner because I am a casualty of a perennial war that is being fought between the oppressed Irish people and an alien, oppressive, unwanted regime that refuses to withdraw from our land.

I believe and stand by the God-given right of the Irish nation to sovereign independence, and the right of any Irishman or woman to assert this right in armed revolution. That is why I am incarcerated, naked and tortured.

Foremost in my tortured mind is the thought that there can never be peace in Ireland until the foreign, oppressive British presence is removed, leaving all the Irish people as a unit to control their own affairs and determine their own destinies as a sovereign people, free in mind and body, separate and distinct physically, culturally and economically.

I believe I am but another of those wretched Irishmen born of a risen generation with a deeply rooted and unquenchable desire for freedom. I am dying not just to attempt to end the barbarity of H-Block, or to gain the rightful recognition of a political prisoner, but primarily because what is lost in here is lost for the Republic and those wretched oppressed whom I am deeply proud to know as the 'risen people'.

There is no sensation today, no novelty that October 27th brought. (The starting date of the original seven man hunger-strike) The usual Screws were not working. The slobbers and would-be despots no doubt will be back again tomorrow, bright and early.

I wrote some more notes to the girls in Armagh today. There is so much I would like to say about them, about their courage, determination and unquenchable spirit of resistance. They are to be what Countess Markievicz, Anne Devlin, Mary Ann McCracken, Marie MacSwiney, Betsy Gray, and those other Irish heroines are to us all. And, of course, I think of Ann Parker, Laura Crawford, Rosemary Bleakeley, and I'm ashamed to say I cannot remember all their sacred names.

Mass was solemn, the lads as ever brilliant. I ate the statutory weekly bit of fruit last night. As fate had it, it was an orange, and the final irony, it was bitter. The food is being left at the door. My portions, as expected, are quite larger than usual, or those which my cell-mate Malachy is getting.

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Monday 2nd

Much to the distaste of the Screws we ended the no-wash protest this morning. We moved to 'B' wing, which was allegedly clean.

We have shown considerable tolerance today. Men are being searched coming back from the toilet. At one point men were waiting three hours to get out to the toilet, and only four or five got washed, which typifies the eagerness (sic) of the Screws to have us off the no-wash. There is a lot of petty vindictiveness from them.

I saw the doctor and I'm 64 kgs. I've no problems.

The priest, Fr John Murphy, was in tonight. We had a short talk. I heard that my mother spoke at a parade in Belfast yesterday and that Marcella cried. It gave me heart. I'm not worried about the numbers of the crowds. I was very annoyed last night when I heard Bishop Daly's statement (issued on Sunday, condemning the hunger-strike). Again he is applying his double set of moral standards. He seems to forget that the people who murdered those innocent Irishmen on Derry's Bloody Sunday are still as ever among us; and he know

I was raised on Celtic, their history and their pride
With my culture and my faith, I wear the green & white.

I have travelled the path where generations walked
And read of legends who played at Celtic park
I have tasted victory with this famous club
And drowned my sorrows in many an Irish pub

And I walk with pride down Parkhead’s way
And with my Fathers ghost I sit and watch the Celtic play
I am such a lucky man today to be brought up in this world the Celtic way

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Now you’ve heard about the four leaf clover
The one that’s on the Celtic crest
Cause it means so much to a Celtic fan
every time you pull it over your head

The first leaf is for brother Walfrid
The guardian of Celtic men
He fed the poor of Irish stock in Glasgow’s old east end

chorus

The second leaf is for big Jock Stein
He took the Glasgow Celtic up
To face the mighty of Europe
And we won the European cup

The third leaf is for the Celtic fans
With the passion in our eyes
Cause we’ve grown up with all the memories underneath a Celtic sky

chorus

The forth leaf is for our children
And memories that we will pass on
With our music and stories we will carry on the Celtic bond

Then they can tell their children
All the things that they have learned
Cause just like us they’re the lucky ones to be brought up a Celtic fan

chorus

Tell all the huns u no.. tht Davey is beta thn flo... tell all the huns u no, tht Lewis is beta thn Flo... Tell all the huns u no tht Dazzy is beta thn flo!!.... Tell all the Huns u no tht barnie is beta thn Flo, Tell all the Huns u no tht Paul is beta thn flo!.. Tell all the Huns u no tht Donnie is beta thn Flo, Tell all the huns u no tht Hamish is beta thn Flo, Tell all the HUns u no tht the DRIVER is beta thn Flo!


You'll be jumpin oot ur window wen we win,
You'll be jumpin oot ur window wen we win,
You'll be jumpin oot ur window jumpin oot ur window jumpint oot ur window wen we win.

And i hope its multi story wen u jump,
and i hope its multi story wen u jump,
and i hope its multi story
hope its multi story, hope its multi story where u jump.

And i hope the paramedics r on strike
and i hope the paramedics r on strike
and i hope the paramedics
i hope the paramedics, i hope the paramedics r on strike

And i hope its a catholic doctor wen u die,
and i hope its a catholic doctor wen u die,
and i hope its a catholic doctor, hope its a catholic doctor
hope its a catholic doctor wen u die

And i hope e spiders eat u in ur grave
and i hope e spiders eat u in ur grave
and i hope e spiders eat u. hope e spiders eat u
hope e spiders eat u in ur grave!

And you'll be joining Mo Johnstone down in hell
And you'll be joining Mo Johnstone down in hell
You'll be joining Mo Johnstone, Joining Mo Johnstone
Joining Mo Johnstone DOON IN HELL!


Singin im no a billy im a tim .... fank fuk
singin im no a billy im a tim .... fank fuk
singin im no a billy im not so fukin silly
im not a billy im a tim ... FANK FUK

Whos tht lying on Pittodrie?
Whos tht lying on the floor?
And it luks lek Durrant!
AND hes fuked up his knee
and he wont b playin 4 RANGERS anymore!

PAUL LE GUEN IS GONA WIN HEE HAW,
PAUL LE GUEN IS GONA WIN HEE HAW,

PAUL LE GUEN GOT THE SACK,
BECAUSE HE LOST THE LEAGUE B4 THE CLOCKS WENT BAK

BUILD A BOMBFIRE,
BUILD A BOMB FIRE,
PUT THE RANGERS ON THE TOP,
PUT THE JAMBOS IN THE MIDDLE
AND BURN THE FUKIN LOT!