Did I ever mention that Glasgow Celtic are the greatest soccer football club in the world? Think about it: the Celtic team that the won the European Cup in 1967 was the best team that ever walked on grass, artificial or otherwise, and what with god Henrik Larsson setting up the two goals that resulted in Barcelona winning this year's European Champions League, it was Celtic winning the competition in all but name.
What's that you say? What about Di Stefano, Puskas, Pele, Eusebio, Beckenbauer, Cruyff, Platini, Maradona, Zidane, Ronaldbigteeth or Rooney? If they never played for Celtic, then they were never great players. That's why Jimmy Johnstone was the greatest footballer who ever pulled on a shirt, and he was better looking than David Beckham to boot.
OK, the cheap wine is starting to wear off so before I finally sober up I thought I'd point you in the direction of the editorial from the forthcoming June issue of the Socialist Standard: They Call It Sport M'Lud.
I'm off to stock up on a month's supply of pierogis, potato vodka and all the Kieslowski DVDs I can get my hands on to help me brush up on my Polish. What with Maciej Zurawski and Artur Boruc in the squad, it has to be Poland for the World Cup. And with my colouring and newly acquired short haircut, as long as I only open my mouth to eat the food and drink the spirits, I think I may be able to pass myself off as a member of the local Polish community in Brooklyn.
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