From: cbar40@vaxa.strath.ac.uk
Newsgroups: rec.sport.soccer
Subject: Re: How The Other Half Live
Date: 7 Jan 93 15:45:37 GMT
Organization: Strathclyde University VAX Cluster

In article <1993Jan7.125758.1@vaxa.strath.ac.uk>, clgs11@vaxa.strath.ac.uk writes:
> I had the misfortune to attend the New Year game at Ibrox last Saturday,(I'm
> not much of a football supporter), in one of there "exclusive" top tier seats
> in the main stand. The day included a five course lunch and all the drink you
> could consume. We all (16) shared a room for lunch and then stepped out onto 
> the balcony to watch the game. I was under the impression that this was sort
> of "exclusive" to the more affluent and gentile of supporters....Boy was I 
> wrong. Cries of "intae the fenian b@#$%!" and "f*&^%$ pape" were hurled at the
> players far below. The thing about it is this, I'd expect to here this sort of
> thing anywhere else in the ground.(or the opposite from the away support).But
> It was a bit of an eye opener to think you are sitting in civilised
> surroundings with some very uncivilised people. And all for the princely sum of
> #210, yes that's correct,there isn't a decimal point missing, #210 per ticket.
> 
> Makes you wonder.........
> 
Firstly Happy New Year to you all.

The above little tale of how it's perhaps not just the small minority who are
to blame reminds me of an amusing little anecdote relayed to me by an old uncle
of mine as he sat me on his knee by the fire and fed me granny sookers (oh
bliss!).  But anyroad Brian, for that was his name, recalled the tale of how
one of his more  affluent friends invited him to join the party for and Old
Firm tie at The Fortress (the chappie in question being dyed in the wool
emerald but with enough foresight to purchase a 'box' in Govan for the use of
some less tolerant clients - but I digress.).  So there was Brian and the bhoys
(for some reason there were no clients in the box that day) duly wined and
dined - and dare I be so bold as to suggest 50% cut - settled down to enjoy the
spectacle that was top flight Premier action.  As the report suggests above
little time had elapsed before the party were getting "awayafenianbasrefuree,
hullohullo and baldheidednuns" in stereo from the well heeled supporters of
those in the light blue shirts.  But dash it, just as the brethern were into a
fully fledged version of one of their hymns in praise of Souness (nee. Messiah)
the team in the green and white hoops stick one in the pokey (memories indeed).
Forgetting themselves and their hosts the party leap to their feet cheering
merrily for their team oblivious in part to the near riot they were causing -
however after the euphoria had died down they sensed all was not well and
returned to their seats.  The game progressed and by this point the baying had
resumed on either side.  As Celtic had the upper hand it was a tad muted, and
sensing the chance to offer some vocal support to the team in front, a member
of the group yelled out "C'mon the Popes 11!" - an affectionate, if somewhat
inappropriate term to describe the Glasgow Celtic.  Silence.  Tap on shoulder
followed seconds later from Fortress Steward, "Sir, I must ask you to refrain
from such comments, some people around here may find it offensive!"


Needless to say the party took great heed and thus a possible 1690
re-enactment was avoided - just as well the affluent effluent weren't offending
anyone with their blue-nose bigotry.


It is though just the minority of those on the "executive" boxes.

Dan
CBAR40@VAXA.STRATH.AC.UK


Why sign McAvennie when Andy Ritchie's still alive?
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