Tuesday July 22nd 2003 Glasgow Celtic v Manchester Utd
The two top teams in Britain,
went to have a battle,
5,000 miles away from home,
in the city of Seattle.
We arrived three days before the game,
to get adapted to the town,
to meet the local clients
and sup some cider down.
A climate just like Britains,
in the fact it always rains,
and a city of hi tech industry
where they manufacture planes.
We found a local gin – joint
and made it our headquarters,
as the locals fled the city,
and locked up all their daughters.
The Celtic fans were well dug in,
they’d taken over most downtown,
and all along the dockside,
the Glasgow lingo could be found.
The United fans arrived later,
filtering in on Monday night,
adding to the atmosphere,
with their songs of the red and white.
We met Bob Charlton and Pat Crerand,
Red Devils from days gone by,
strolling amongst the natives,
July the twenty second,
in the year 2003
thousands of football fans
converged on this ci – ty.
The saloon doors opened early,
to serve up beer and food,
and to make sure that by eight o’clock
the fans were in the mood.
Up the hill, — on Main Street,
it was a different noise,
as they sang of Eric Cantona,
Matt Busby and the boys.
The Seahawk Stadium was magnificent,
it’s only twelve months old,
surrounded by skyscrapers,
and sixty eight thousand it can hold.
Outside the ground, the surrounding streets,
were a sea of green and white,
but once inside the stadium,
it was a different sight.
The United merchandise machine,
charged 75 bucks a top,
and soon there was as many red shirts,
as you’d see on the Anfield Kop.
” I want one with BECK — HAM on it,”
whined a noisy American kid,
who was politely informed by a northerner,
that he’d effed off to Madrid.
United took an early lead,
in minute number eight,
Van Nistelrooy beating Hedman,
and showing why he’s great.
Celtic should have equalized,
when Petrov won a pen,
but Alan Thompson’s spot kick,
ended up around row ten.
“My Ghaddd !!!!!!! ”
they should have let BECK — HAM take it,”
an American football wizard cried,
” he would have known how to bend it,
and not let the sah-ccer ball rise.”
Giggs he scored a second,
and Ole Solskjaer grabbed a third,
and it took the crowd out of the game,
and no more chants were heard.
Bellion scored on his debut,
to make the final score four nil,
and the Celts left disappointed,
like they did back in Seville.
The fans poured out of the stadium,
into the many pubs nearby,
where the United sang of Keano,
and the Celts of Athenry.
There was songs of Johnny Thomson,
of Charlton, Best and Law,
the locals said the likes of it
they’d never seen before.
The original Skid Row off Pioneer Square,
got drunk bone dry, that night,
and despite the amount of guzzling,
there was not a single fight.
It was ‘SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE’
for the greens and for the reds,
but the next morning it became,
the City of sore heads.
So everyone slowly drifted back,
to their cities of abode,
but we had another day to kill,
so we tied on another load.
So the United merchandise jugganaut,
heads off to naive L.A,
and the boys of Glasgow Celtic,
in Cleveland they will play.
The next time they will play again,
is unknown to both camps,
but it would be nice if it was in Europe,
to decide who is the Champs.
If they did I’m sure it would be,
a much more bruising battle,
much unlike the one sided affair,
on the green field in Seattle.