i dont know what to say,really...
3 minutes...to the biggest battle of our professional lives...all comes down to today...
Either, we heal, as a team, or we're gonna crumble...inch by inch, play by play...to we're finished, we're in hell right now, gentlemen...believe me...
and...we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us...or... we can fight our way back...into the light...we can climb outta hell...one inch at a time...now, i cant do it for you...im too old...i look around, i see this young faces,and i think...i mean,i've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make...I...eh...I pissed away all my money, believe it or not...i chased off anyone's who's ever loved me...and lately,I cant even stand the face I see in the mirror...you know, when you get old in life,things get taken from you...well thats....thats part of life...but, you only learn that,when you start losing stuff...you find out, life's a game of inches...so is football...because, in either game,life or fottball,the margin for error is so small, i mean, one half a step too late, or too early, and you dont quite make it, one half second too slow, too fast, you dont quite catch it, the inches we need are everywhere around us... they're in every break of the game, every minute, every second....on this team, we fight for that inch... on this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us, to pieces for that inch...we claw with our fingernails for that inch...because we know,when we head up all those inches,thats gonna make the fucking difference, between winning and losing!
Between living and dying!! I'll tell you this: in any fight, its the guy who's willing to die,who's gonna win that inch...and I know, if im gonna have any life anymore...Its because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch...because, thats what living is! The six inches in front of your face...!! now, i cant make you do it, you gotta look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes!now, i think you're gonna see a guy, who will go that inch with you...You're gonna see a guy, who will sacrifice himself, for this team, because he knows, when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him... Thats a team, gentlemen...and, either we heal,NOW, as a team, or we will die...as individuals...thats football, guys...thats all it is...now, what are you gonna do?

I've had all day to think about this and only now can I even think about putting it all into words.

After I heard the news this morning I went directly to Celtic Park and laid a strip and scarf. I've never done anything like that before, normally I don't go for that kind of thing but this morning I was compelled.

For me, Tommy was Celtic. I started going in 1985 he was in the team and quickly became one of my favourite players and when he returned as manager in 1994 it was the first year I bought a season ticket. His presence at the club in one capacity or another has been almost constant during my life.

Just watched the clip of him being interviewed after winning the Cup in 1995. 'The fans can go and have a great night and I love every one of them'...the feeling was mutual.

He represented everything that is good about Celtic.

YNWA Mr.Celtic

Some say he never blinks, and that he roams around the woods at night foraging for wolves... all we know is, he's called the Stig.

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Some say he once threw a microwave oven at a tramp, and long before anyone else, he realized that Jade Goody was a racist pig-faced waste of blood and organs... [the audience applauds wildly and Jeremy pauses for a short moment]... [laughing] all we know is, he's called the Stig.

Some say he once had a vicious knife fight with Anthea Turner, and that he is in no way implicated in the Cash for Honours scandal... all we know is, he's called Lord Stig!

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Some say that if you lick his chest, it tastes exactly the sa