An Old Firm Christmas Eve Game
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On a Christmas Eve’s night,
On a snow covered pitch
Two teams were picked on
Who wore Celtic or Rangers strips,
Hats and gloves that were worn,
Were tattered and old
As players stood shivering on the field,
Frozen and cold.
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Put to the side
Was the banter and the craic
As friends and neighbours
Took their positions on the park.
I wore on my head a Celtic tammy,
And a pair of green & white hooped socks
And waited for the game to start,
As the Rangers boys kicked off.
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I slid many a time
While chasing the ball
Then dribbled pass a few Rangers defenders,
Scoring a few goals.
We lost the track of the time
But we knew who was winning the game
Then we heard the echoes of our mothers
Calling out our names.
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The next goal would be the winner,
A decision made by both teams
As we yelled to our teammates,
We roared and we screamed,
Our forward scored the winner
From a midfielder’s deadly pass,
As the Celtic bhoys raced home triumphant,
To get ready for Midnight Mass.
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