Today my 11 year old niece has gone to her first ever Celtic game. I am so very jealous. I've realised that last season was the first since I was her age that I didn't get to a single game. Now I do have a pretty decent excuse but it's quite sad and I now feel a little bit detached from the club as a result. It's just not the same watching on telly.
That said there was the time after the bone marrow transplant when I wasn't allowed to go to games too and I coped with that much better. Having said that those were rather more successful times so it was a bit easier. I did of course miss some of the most incredible games of my generation but it didn't matter so much somehow. In fact the fact that we were a good side back then actually gave me quite a few moments of absolute joy in the middle of some pretty horrible times. When seriously ill you do realise that things like sports are pretty inconsequential yet these trivialities can have a massive effect on your well being. Celtic had an actual placebo effect on me.
There's something weird going on though when I miss it more when we're rubbish compared to when we were actually a very good side.
As much as the football itself is something I miss, I probably miss going to the pub pre and post game more. I really miss catching up with the guys and sitting talking utter pish with them.
Ah now cmon, you can talk pish any time ;) x
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