It was a sight to behold that faithful day,
Despite the fact the sky was a drizzly grey,
60,000 Celtic fans packed into Parkhead,
They made so much noise they could've woke the dead.
I was one of those Celtic fans that day,
Lucky enough to see Cetic win by a long way,
The result was put beyond doubt,
When Larsson scored a hat-trick with his tongue hanging out.
Sutton scored, as did Petrov,
It ended 5-1, Dundee Utd were dreadful,
I went home with a smile on my face,
But I was also sad to be leaving that wonderful place.
Now I really miss Parkhead,
With it's fans that would pump green if they bled,
I try to watch as many games as I can,
But it's never the same as being there as a diehard fan!
(first poem I ever wrote, written sometime in late 2006 - looks like a ten year old wrote it, though)
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